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"Hey Jo, Nigel," Woody greeted, walking into trace. "What do you know?"
"Well, I know that today is January 5th and it's supposed to snow," Jordan replied, "I also know that I love chairs with wheels,"
"It's true," Nigel added, "She's been scooting between computers all morning."
Jordan nodded, "It's been very nice since my back had been sore today."
"Really?" Woody asked, concerned.
"Yeah - it woke me up this morning," then she added, "But it's probably nothing. I must have slept funny."
"Anyway," Nigel said, getting back to the matter at hand, "We found tiny hairs on her clothing and under a few of her nails."
"And they are defiantly male," Jordan finished.
"The boyfriend?" Woody guessed.
"If her boyfriend has black hair, then yes. It is very probable," Jordan confirmed.
"Call me when you guys do the autopsy," Woody instructed before leaving, "I'll be in my office."
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About an hour later, Woody was informed that Jordan and Nigel were going to being the autopsy so he headed over.
Nigel was about to do the Y incision when he heard "Um, Nige?"
"Yes, Jordan?"
"We're going to have to do this later."
"Why's that?" he asked, looking up to see Jordan looking at the floor.
She met his gaze, "My water just broke."
Lily came in at that precise moment, "Jordan – oh my –"
"Lily, Woody is supposed to be here any minute. Could you please find him?" Jordan asked.
Lily ran off in search of Woody and Jordan turned back to Nigel.
"Nigel, I need you to get my phone off of my desk and call my OB – her name is Liz Meyers. Just go through my contacts, ok?"
"Yeah, sure."
Jordan began, slowly, to make her way to the elevators.
"Jordan!" Woody shouted, his hair all wet from the snow melting on it.
Lily was right behind him, "I told Garret and Bug," she reported.
Nigel came running up to them holding Jordan's phone, her coat, and a couple towels, "I called Dr. Meyers."
"Nige, what's with the towels?" Woody asked.
"Never mind," Jordan interrupted but suddenly bent over a little as a contraction hit, "Elevator, now."
The four of them got into the elevator and Nigel pushed the button for the lobby while Woody put his arm around Jordan. Suddenly, the elevator came to a shuddering halt.
"Son of a…" Jordan swore while Lily pushed the button again.
"The wind must have knocked out the power," Woody thought aloud.
"I am NOT having my daughter in an elevator," Jordan insisted.
Nigel took out Jordan's cell phone and dialed Garret to no avail. "I can't get a signal," he told them.
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Another contraction hit and Jordan sunk down to the floor.
"I have an idea," Nigel told them, "Woody can boost me up and I'll go up on top of the elevator to try and get a signal."
"I don' think that's –" Lily started.
"Do it," Jordan ground out, cutting off Lily.
Nigel pocketed the phone while Woody interlaced his fingers to boost Nigel up high enough to get out of the top of the elevator. Once on top he took out the phone again.
"It worked! I have a couple bars!" He called Garret while watching the activity below.
Lily had Woody move behind Jordan so she could lean against him.
"Hello?" Garret answered.
"Dr. M! It's Nigel."
"Nigel? What's going on? Why are you using Jordan's phone?"
"We're stuck in the elevator and Jordan is in labor."
"I'll call an ambulance and call you back."
"What's going on?" Jordan forcefully yelled at Nigel.
"He's calling an ambulance and calling me back," he yelled back.
Twenty minutes later Nigel got off the phone with Garret and got back into the elevator.
"There are EMTs on the way. Dr. M told them you're about to pop and they will be here as soon as possible but it could be as long as an hour – the roads are pretty bad," he explained.
"I don't want to have my baby in an elevator, Woody!" she said in somewhat of a whine.
"I don't, sweetie. But they'll be here soon."
She crushed Lily and Woody's hands as the next contraction came and went. "Woody, you are never touching me again!"
"That's almost every three minutes, Jordan. How long have you been having contractions, today?" Lily asked.
"Since this morning. It's been a long time since my rotation in med school but I should have remember that it is possible to get contractions in your back."
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About half an hour later they heard the EMTs from the other side of the door telling them they were going to open it. The female EMT climbed up into the elevator. It was about two feet higher than the lobby floor. She knelt down in front of Jordan.
"My name is Stephanie," the red-head said, "I'm a doctor and I'm going to examine you. It that ok?"
"Yes," Jordan replied, then thinking to herself, 'Stephanie must be doing her ride along with the paramedics.'
Lily handed Stephanie one of the towels for privacy and Stephanie did her job.
"How long has it been since your water broke?" she asked
"A little more than an hour," Nigel answered.
Stephanie finished and reported, "You're completely dilated and fully effaced. We need to go now," she looked at Woody, "Can you pick her up and put in on the stretcher?"
Once out of the elevator, and Jordan was put on the stretcher, they went to the ambulance and Jordan was put inside.
"I can come, right?" Woody asked,
"Are you dad?" Stephanie asked. He nodded, "Then of course you can."
Before he got in he told Lily, "Let Max know what's going on."
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Three hours later, at 3:09pm on January 5th, a cry pierced the delivery room and the doctor announced they, indeed, had a daughter.
The baby was cleaned up and given to her mother.
"She's beautiful," Jordan whispered, completely in awe of the new life weighing 7 pounds, 6 ounces and 11 inches long, in her arms.
"Just like her mom," Woody replied sitting on the bed next to her.
"I'll agree with that," the proud grandpa said from her other side.
The nurse approached them, "Would you like your friends to come in now?"
"Yes," Jordan smiled.
Garret, Lily, Nigel and Bug appeared a few minutes later all eager to meet the newest member of the morgue family.
"Hey," Jordan greeted them, "Meet Emily Claire Hoyt."
The End!
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