A/N: THIS IS A, SWEET, FLUFFY CHAPTER WITH A LOT OF SENTIMENT. R&R, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. AND YOU ALL KNOW THEY DON'T BELONG TO ME.
CHAPTER 4: BLUE BUTTERFLIES
Wednesday was a work day for both Woody and Jordan. They were working together to close a high profile, gang related, drive-by shooting case. It was a difficult case, a group of teenagers were fired upon outside of their school, four were dead and six were wounded. Jordan had just finished the autopsy on the first victim, when Woody walked into the room. "Got time for lunch, Dr. Hoyt?", he asked with a grin, trying out her soon-to-be title. "Anything for you, Detective.", she replied, smiling back at him. Bug, Nigel and Sidney looked up to catch Jordan's expression. "What if she doesn't change her name, would that make you Mr. Dr. Cavanaugh or Det. Dr. Cavanaugh?", Sidney joked with a chuckle, knowing how important Jordan's name was to her. "Funny, Sidney. Jordan told me she wanted to take my name.", Woody stated proudly. " More than anything.",she added, with a kiss. The three gentlemen exchanged glances, along with ooh's and aaw's. Jordan shot one of her own glances their way, which made them quickly return to their work."So you ready?", Woody whispered to Jordan. "We can go over my report while we eat.", she declared, happy to finally have him to herself. He was in and out all morning, trying to help, however he could, to catch the shooters. He relayed messages to the other detectives on the case. Went over the evidence, on the first body, with her, the second body with Sidney, then with Nigel and Bug on bodies three and four. He even made one trip to the station to help with questioning some of the thirty or so witnesses. And it was only 12:40 p.m.
"Do you want me to meet you by the elevator?", Jordan asked, not wanting him to walk more than he needed to. He shook his head. "I just need to get my purse.", she added. "I'll go with you.", he said continuing along. "Are you sure?", she questioned, noticing his effort. "Yeah, were almost there.", he huffed. Jordan could see him tiring quickly, so she walked slowly next to him, not wanting to rush him, her hand gently placed on the middle of his back, just as he used to do to her. "I'll just be a sec.", she told him as she opened the office door. "Woody.", she gasped. She turned to see him leaning against the doorway, smiling like a Cheshire cat. In the middle of Jordan's office was a small bistro set adorned with acheckered linen table cloth, a vase full of flowers and a full picnic spread. There was soft music playing in the background and small candles flickering around them. "This is beautiful, Woody. I love it.", Jordan squealed. "I wanted take you for a real picnic, but as you can see, mother nature has other plans.", he said, nodding to the rain drops on the window. "Lilly set it all up for us. She said we needed some alone time, with all of the time we've spent planning the wedding.", he stated, kissing her cheek. She lovingly kissed him back. "Plus I have something to give you.", he added, taking his seat.
Jordan anxiously sat across from him. Woody pulled out an old-fashioned velvet box from the picnic basket on the floor. "This was my mother's, my dad gave it to her on their wedding day, and she gave it to me a few days before she died. She wanted me to give it to my bride to wear on our wedding day, so…..so I would know she was with me, with us.", he explained, getting a little choked up. "I didn't think much about it then, I was only four. And to tell you the truth, I had forgotten all about it until Aunt Betty sent it to me when I told her we were engaged. They are actually a set of two, Aunt Betty has the other for Cal to give to his bride on their wedding day.", he added, with a sigh. She could see the sadness in his eyes, it was the same sadness that came over her when she thought of her mother,and how much she missed her, especially now. She slowly opened the box to find a beautiful, diamond and sapphire hair clip that was shaped like a butterfly. "Oh Woody, it's spectacular. I would be honored to wear it. Thank you", Jordan gasped, taking his hand. "You know, my mother's favorite color was blue, that's why I picked blue for the wedding.", Jordan stated though her tears. "My mother loved butterflies.", Woody added. "They'll both be there with us……our mothers.", Jordan said, squeezing his hand. "I know.", he replied, squeezing back.
Late afternoon, after work, Woody made his wayto the Pogue. He wheeled in through the back door with a box of decorations Jordan gave him on his lap. "What are we supposed to do with all of this?", asked Uncle Charlie, pulling yards of tulle, ribbon and bunches of artificial flowers. "No clue, the boss just told me to bring the box, she didn't leave any instructions.", Woody answered. "The boss, huh?', Max chuckled. Woody smiled and shrugged. The three guys were finishing up the cleaning and unpacking when the ladies came in. Jordan, Lily, Emmy, Dolly and Aunt Betty all carried their own boxes, equally as big as the one Woody brought earlier. "Jordan are you planning on decorating the entire block?", Max asked with a chuckle. "Cal, Bug, Sidney and Garret each havetwo in their trunks, they should be here soon.", Jordan announced. " Oh so not just the block, but the entire city of Boston.", Max added, hugging his daughter.
With everyone working on a specific task, the Pogue was decorated in record time. The round tables were adorned with white table cloths and sapphire blue bunting and napkins. The chairs were covered with white slipcovers and tied with blue bows. There was tulle and satin drapings, over the seating area and dance floor, and strings of white Christmas lights dancing around the room. There were blue unlit votive candles around the table, crisp white china place-settings and sparkling crystal glasses, with room for the flower centerpieces. In five short hours the pub was completely transformed into the perfect reception site. Woody looked up at Jordan, "It's perfect, isn't it?", he asked, taking her hand. "Not yet.", she replied, opening her shopping bag. The five ladies took out the blue fabric butterflies, Jordan had stopped at the craft store to pick up. They scattered the butterflies around the room, attaching some to the decorations and laying some on the tables. "Now it's perfect.", Jordan said to Woody, taking a seat on his lap, admiring the room. He nodded, too emotional to speak and kissed her passionately. "It's a dream come true.", she stated, kissing him again.