A/N: ON TO PART FOUR, JUST ONE MORE PART AND THEN I WILL CONTINUE WITH THE MAIN STORY. PLEASE CONTINUE TO REVIEW, I LOVE THE FEEDBACK. I'M NOT THE OWNER, JUST A PUPPETMASTER. ENJOY!
CHAPTER 18: HOSTAGES PART 4: FIGHT
Santana ran out as fast as she could, her hands still partially tied in front of her. As she made her way through the doors, she spotted her captain, "Woody needs help in there, Sir.", she screamed breathlessly. The order was given for the swat team to advance, but before they could make their way inside, a shot rang out from inside the abandoned schoolhouse. Everyone who was waiting outside jumped at the sound, a few eerie seconds of silence were followed by gasps and hushed conversation. Jordan pushed herself out of the waiting ambulance and started to walk briskly toward the building. "Jordan they have to secure the scene first.", Garret reminded her. "Garret I need to make sure Woody is alright.", she pleaded.
"Hey, we need the EMT's in here. And Dr. Macy, we need you too.", a police officer called from the doorway of the building. "Oh God Lily.", Jordan cried, turning to her friend. "Nigel, Bug let's go", Garret whispered, turning away to avoid seeing the anguish in Jordan's eyes. Nigel picked up his bag and turned to Lily who was still comforting Jordan. He glanced over at Woody's crutch leaning against the ambulance, Lily nodded, so Nigel picked it up and quickly ran to catch up with Garret and Bug, who were already inside the building. "He'll be fine.", Lily repeated again and again. Jordan turned to face the building just as Nigel disappeared inside, she didn't notice Santana coming up to her. She looked up at Jordan, giving her a sympathetic smile, then took off Woody's coat and placed it around Jordan's shoulders. The three women stood there, together in silence, waiting for word.
After about ten or so minutes the swat team began to filter out, followed by the gunman accompanied by a swarm or police officers. Garret and Bug came out next, pushing a body, already bagged, out on a stretcher. Jordan ran as fast a she could to the scene, followed by Santana and Lily. "No Garret, tell me that's not Woody. That can't be Woody.", she screamed, reaching for the zipper to bag. "It's okay Jordan.", Garret replied grabbing her by the shoulders. "No, no, no.", she cried, shaking her head. "Jordan.", he smiled and gently shook her, then nodded toward the door. She looked up to see Nigel and a paramedic helping Woody out. "Oh my God Woody I was so worried. Are you alright? No you're not, you're bleeding. We need to get you to the hospital.", she rambled, running her hands over his face, squeezing him tight, and covering him in kisses. "I'm fine Jordan, it's only a little cut. I just need a bandage, some asprin, and a nice hot shower. Oh and something to eat, I'm starving.", he chuckled lightly, flashing his trademark smile.
The paramedics loaded Woody into the ambulance to get him warm and tend to the cut on his forehead. "How can you joke at a time like this? You could have been killed Woody.", exclaimed astonished. "Everything is fine Jordan, I'm fine. I just want to get out of here.", he replied, rubbing her belly. "No, you need to be seen by a doctor, that gash is nasty. And besides you could have frostbite and not even know it.", she scolded, placing his coat over him to keep him warm. She reached over to take his shoes off, he pulled her hands away, "Jordan I think you're overreacting, I'm alright, really.", Woody whispered, throwing the blankets off and putting his coat on. "What the hell do you think you're doing?", she asked forcefully, pushing him back down against the stretcher. "I'm leaving, what does it look like i'm doing? I have to get back to the station,", Woody said, signing a medical release, and having the paramedics help him out of the ambulance.
"I can't believe you're doing this. You were almost killed today and now you're refusing medical treatment. Don't you care about me or our family? What about our baby Woody?", Jordan yelled, her emotions taking over. " Of course I care about our family. I don't understand why you're getting so upset Jordan, I have a job to do and I did it. I caught the bad guy.", Woody stated with pride. "So that's it, this job is more important than us? You shouldn't have been here, you risked your life Woody, for what? The thrill?", she sighed heavily, then started pacing. "Look what this job took from you Woody. I wont let it take anything else. I wont let it take you from us. Being at your desk is the safest……", Jordan tried to continue. "I don't believe I'm hearing this, after all of these months, after all that we've been through. You don't think I can do this anymore, do you?", he asked rhetorically. Woody looked down, his eyes filling with tears, "For the last, almost two years I've lived for the fact that you still believed in me. Now I'm not sure you do.", he stated sadly, turning away. "Woody you can't do this, you can't walk away from me.", she demanded. "Watch me.", he replied coldly, slowly making his way to Santana's car. Jordan started to follow, but Garret grabbed her arm, "Let him go Jordan." She shook her head,"He's just so damn stubborn." Garret chuckled, "You both are. He needs to be alone right now. Let's get you home."