A/N: OKAY, OKAY I KNOW I'VE BEEN VERY GOOD(NOT A LOT OF ANGST), BUT I JUST COULDN'T HELP MYSELF. I'VE HAD THIS PART OF THE STORY WRITTEN FOR MONTHS, IT CONSISTS OF A FEW CHAPTERS AND IS PRETTY ANGSTY. THANKS FOR THE GREAT REVIEWS. OH THE FUN I WOULD HAVE WITH THEM IF THEY DID BELONG TO ME, BUT SADLY THEY DON'T. ENJOY!
CHAPTER 15: HOSTAGES PART 1: TAKEN
It was a cold day, around the middle of December. Woody looked up at the clock, 10:12am, his partner Lois Carver was about three hours into a ten day vacation to sunny Florida with her husband and kids. So this meant he would be stuck at his desk until she returned. That was his own fault though, his captain offered to partner him up with another detective, but Woody declined, it turns out his options weren't all that appealing. Let's see, Annie Capra was still on maternity leave, Louisa Santana was undercover on a case involving a drug dealer, no chance there. That left Roz Framus and Matt Seely; Roz made the job fun and interesting , but she was always on the go an Woody felt he would just end up slowing her down. Then there was Seely, Woody tried to be friendly toward him, at least for Lily's sake, but he always ended up avoiding Woody like the plague. It seems the detective had a hard time dealing with disabled people, but then again, Seely had a hard times dealing with most people.
Woody looked up at the clock again 10:15am, this was going to be a very long day. He had finished some paperwork and was well into another project when a voice called, "Hey Hoyt, long time no see.", Santana stated, walking up to him, dressed in skimpy clothes, her hair messy and way too much make-up on. Woody looked up, a bit startled, "How's it goin'?", he asked. "Not bad. You look like you've been busy.", she said with a smile, nodding to the fleet of paper boats covering a corner of his desk. "Yeah, well Lois is on vacation, so I have a lot of extra time on my hands.", he explained with a grin. She acknowledged with a nod. "So how's your case?", he asked, feeling a little pang of jealously. "Great, almost over. I'm gonna go pick the guy up. Wanna come? ", she asked waiving the arrest warrant. "Are you kidding, anything to get away from this desk.", Woody replied with a smile.
As they made their way to the locker room, Woody asked, "So where's this scumbag hiding out?" Santana smiled as she put on her Kevlar vest, "Some abandoned schoolhouse across town. You need help with yours?", she asked grabbing the other vest. He turned and looked menacingly at the vest, "Don't want it.", he muttered, turning his head away quickly. "Then I don't want you commin'. I wont be responsible if this jerk tries to put up a fight.", she explained, then patted the bench for Woody to sit down on. He reluctantly gave in, remebering the last time he wore the vest was the day he was shot. It didn't make a difference then, he thought. She helped him with the vest, it immediately felt heavy and constricting, the memory of that missle slicing through the vest and his body, finally resting into the wall behind him, still fresh in his head. Woody could hardly breathe, he was starting to sweat and there was buzzing in his ears. He wanted to jump up and run away, but he couldn't; he couldn't get up, he couldn't move, just like that day. Woody heard a muffled voice, "Hoyt, Hoyt?". He squeezed his eyes shut, "Woody are you okay?", Santana's clear voice asked with much concern. Woody took a deep breath as he nodded and put on his coat. "Let's go get this guy.", he exclaimed, trying to regain his composure as he grabbed his crutches and slowly rose.
When they got to the scene, they noticed two bodies laying in front of the abandoned schoolhouse and no backup. "Are you sure this is the place?", Woody asked, easing out of the car. "Yeah, that's what the informant said.", she replied, pulling her gun out and walking toward the door. "Santana wait.", Woody ordered, making his way to her. "Backup's on the way, you stay here and wait for them.", she told him as she got to the door. Woody saw the squad cars coming around the corner, "See I told you.", she said entering the building. Woody wasn't far behind, "I'm coming with you.", he stated. When he got to the door he called out to the officers, "I've got a detective in here, surround the building.….", but before he could finish, the door opened and he was pulled inside, dropping one of his crutches outside of the now locked door.
Back at the morgue, Bug and Nigel were in the middle of a very heated discussion on who baby Hoyt would like better. 'Uncle Bug' had concluded that he would be the favorite because he was an expert on bugs and what kid doesn't like bugs. 'Uncle Nigel' on the other hand, had concluded that he would be the favorite because he dabbled in the paranormal and was a computer genius. It almost came to the point of blows as Bug yelled, "You'll scare the kid to death with all of your crazy ghost and alien stories. It'll have nightmares for years." Nigel got right up into Bug's face, "Well what about you? You know you can't give a baby worms Bug, because it will eat them.", Nigel stated sarcastically. "And besides, I wont tell the baby any stories that will scare it, I can be fun.", he replied, putting his hands on his hips and puffing his chest out. "What are you going to do, read to the baby off your blog?", Bug chuckled, smugly.
Jordan and Lily stood in the doorway, very amused by the show until Garret walked by, folder in hand. "Alright kids recess is over. I could here you two in my office.", he scolded Nigel and Bug. "We've got a couple of bodies at an abandoned schoolhouse across town. Bug it should be you and Jordan but Nige I want you to go instead. It's too cold for Jordan to be out there.", Garret explained. "Sure thing Dr. M.", Nigel replied. "Oh I don't think so Garret. It's like a hundred and fifteen inside my body, I'm going.", she demanded, turning toward her office. He nodded and proceeded to walk with her. He put his arm around her shoulder, "You know I'm going to be the favorite uncle, don't you?", he asked with a wink.