What If?
A (possibly) missing scene for the much-rumored Season Finale. In which hope springs eternal.
Thanks to my favorite "weird sister" Garretelliot for inspiring this.
"Crossing Jordan" and it's characters are the property of Tim Kring and Tailwind Productions and are not being used for profit-but I will not be responsible if any of them up and leave for Shipperland! So there!
A comfortable pair of shoes.
3 pair of socks.
A week's worth of underwear, if she needed more, she'd buy them as she traveled.
Jordan methodically folded two sweaters, three t-shirts and two pair of pants into her duffle bag then hoisted it onto her shoulder. A smaller bag of personal items was already in the trunk of her car.
Looking around her apartment, she almost lost her nerve. Running was not something she had planned on doing again. She had so many things, so many memories tied up in this place.
But she had no choice, any moment now there'd be an officer at the door, hopefully not one that she knew. Not one with blue eyes and a dimple.
They'd be armed with an arrest warrant, politely or not so politely reading Jordan's rights, chapter and verse. They might even have a television crew with them, shouting questions.
No, she had a better chance getting out of town and proving she was innocent. Besides, this way she wouldn't be dragging Garret, Lily, Bug, and Nigel down with her.
Steeling herself against changing her mind, Jordan took a deep breath and went to her door, ready to hit the lights. As she opened it, she was startled to find Woody in the hallway, a knowing look in his eyes.
Swallowing hard, she opened her mouth and closed it; then managed a "Hi".
"Hi yourself." Woody's eyes were dark and serious.
Her emotions stripped bare, Jordan fumbled with an explanation. "Woody, listen, please…."
A simple movement caught her eye and she stopped, thinking she was imagining it.
"Jordan, it's okay." Woody met her gaze, then again held out his hand and she wordlessly handed him her keys.
Waiting until she came out into the passageway, he closed the door after her and then locked the deadbolt. Handing her back her keys, Woody shouldered his own duffle bag and took her hand.
"Come on, we have a long drive ahead of us, I've got a lead…"
Tears filled her eyes, and at once, he hugged her, luggage and all.
"It's going to be okay, Jo, you're not alone."
Jordan tried to smile. "I should have known my Farm Boy would be one step ahead of me."
"Always, and don't you forget it." Woody grinned and then turned serious. "We'd better go."
As they went silently down the stairs and headed for her car, Jordan shyly stole a look at him.
"If this isn't love…." She thought.
Fin