A/N: Hey everybody, please DO NOT kill me for not updating in like forever! I don't own anything you read here accept for the general idea and the Demers'. Enjoy!
Decisions
Jordan was lying on the stiff hotel bed when she heard a knock on the door.
"Just a minute!" She called, getting up and un-locking all the locks. She pulled open the door to find Mike's parents standing there.
"Oh, Tina!" His mother, Grace, said, pulling Jordan into a tight hug. She wrapped her arm around the elderly woman, knowing how upset she must be.
"Come in." Jordan offered, ushering Grace and Frank into the room. She pulled out the two chairs around the small table for them. "Can I get you something to drink?" She offered. When they both shook their heads no, Jordan sat on the edge of the bed.
"They didn't give us any details over the phone." Frank explained.
"And you haven't been to the morgue, yet?" Jordan asked.
"No, dear, we wanted you to be with us." Grace answered.
"Before we go, I have something I have to tell you." Jordan took a deep breath. "When I received Amnesia two years ago, it wasn't because of a car accident. I was kidnapped. My name was – is Jordan Cavanaugh. Ironically, I was a ME at the morgue here in Boston. I didn't know about this until Mike died, and everyone around knew me. I just figured I should warn you before we went."
Frank nodded in understanding. Grace looked numb, almost as if she couldn't take any more shocking news.
They drove in Jordan's Rent-A-Car to the morgue. They stepped off the elevator and Jordan went straight to Lily's office.
"Can you talk to Mike's parents?" Jordan asked, peeking around the doorframe.
Lily looked up, startled. "Oh, hi, Ms. Tracy. Umm, ya, of course." She stood up, straitened her skirt and walked to Jordan.
"Thanks. And, by the way, I've realized that I am Jordan. Call me by my name." Jordan said as she led Lily to where she had left Mr. & Mrs. Demers.
"Hi, I'm Lily Lebowski, resident grief counselor." Lily said as she shook each of their hands. "I'm so sorry for lost."
"What happened to Michael?" Frank asked, holding his wife's hand.
"Why don't you come sit down?" Lily suggested. The Demers nodded and Lily led them into the conference room. She sat them down and got them each a glass of water. "There's no easy way to say this, but your son was shot."
Grace burst out crying and Frank and Jordan each took one of her hands in their own.
"Who would want to hurt my baby?" She sobbed.
"That's the thing, Mrs. Demers, Michael wasn't the intended target. Jordan was." Lily explained softly. Grace and Frank both looked at Jordan in shock.
"I always thought you were trouble." He said to her viciously.
"Frank." Grace scolded. "She loved our son, and Mike loved her. He's too much of a gentleman to do nothing when somebody points a gun at someone he loves. It's not her fault."
"Who did it?" Frank asked Lily after he apologized to Jordan.
"We don't know for sure yet, but last time I spoke to the detective on the case, they had somebody in custody." Lily explained in her same soft tone.
"Can I see him?" Grace asked. Lily told her she would check and left the room.
"I'm sorry that it's my fault." Jordan apologized.
"It's alright dear, we don't blame you." Grace said as tears formed in Jordan's eyes.
"Dr. Vijay just finished the autopsy." Lily said from the doorway. She led the three into the crypt and pulled back the sheet on the nearest body.
"Oh, Michael…" Grace sobbed before her husband pulled her into his arms.
"Shhh, it's alright." He tried to comfort her, to no avail.
Jordan covered her mouth with her hand to try and silence her sobbing. "I'm sorry, Mike." She whispered before she ran out of the room and right into somebody.
"I'm sorry – oh, Ms. Tracy, is something wrong?" Garrett asked concernedly.
"Everything." Jordan sobbed. Garrett wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her into his office. He sat her down on his couch and sat beside her.
"I killed him." Jordan said, more to herself than him.
"No you didn't. Haquim El Fabir did." Garret said reasonably.
"But he was aiming for me, not Mike."
"But Mike pushed you out of the way. He died so that you wouldn't."
"I would have rather died." Jordan said softly.
"I'm sure there are a lot of people who would rather not see you dead, after all these years, Jordan." Garret said.
"But there are obviously people who would rather see me dead."
"There's someone like that for everybody, you just have a few more than others." Garret joked. Jordan gave a small smile.
"Uhh, Garret? How difficult would it be for someone to get a job here?" She asked, after she had stopped crying, taking him by surprise.
"Well, I'd recommend they had experience, maybe took a re-fresher course, but if they were good, it would be easy. Why?"
"I spent too long trying to figure out who I am to ignore it now that I know." Jordan said.
"That's entirely your choice, Ms. Tracy." Garret said.
"Get used to calling me Jordan again. I know that that's who I am."
"Well, Jordan, I'd love to have you back. We all would."
Jordan gave Garret a hug before she stood up to leave. "Thank you, Garret."
Woody didn't get any sleep that night. He was thinking about Jordan, and what had happened before she was kidnapped. As worried and upset he'd been about it, Lu, who he had been dating at the time, had hardly tried to act worried at all. She didn't have any competition to get Woody. Her coldness was the reason Woody didn't put up a fuss when she started dating someone new a few months ago. At the same time that he was glad Jordan was back, he was worried that she wasn't back entirely, and would never know how it was between them before.
Before he knew it, his alarm clock was going off. Sighing, he began to get ready for work. It wasn't the first sleepless night Jordan had caused him and it was bound to not be the last.
Woody headed to jail he'd had Haquim El Fabir locked up at. Renee Walcott came in shortly after him.
"I waited for you. Didn't figure you wanted to miss out on all the fun." Woody joked. Renee rolled her eyes and strode past him into the interrogation room.
El Fabir's lawyer stood up and shook Woody and Renee's hands. "Carl Hallert, Mr. El Fabir's attorney."
"Renee Walcott, DA, Detective Woody Hoyt, Boston PD." Renee introduced before she sat down.
"Let's just do a little revision. Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh was instrumental in getting you put behind bars, correct?" Woody asked.
"I suppose so."
"So when you got out, a hell of a lot earlier than you were supposed to, you realized that because of her, ten years of your life were behind bars."
Haquim nodded, but didn't say anything.
"So you wanted revenge." Woody suggested.
"Of course I did, but that doesn't mean I was going to get it."
"So you're denying that you tried to kill Dr. Cavanaugh?" Renee asked.
"I didn't have anything to do with her or her boyfriend, okay?" Haquim said defensively.
"But you must have. How else could you have known about her boyfriend?" Woody asked slyly.
"You must have mentioned him." Haquim responded, trying to sound non-chalant.
"No, you must have killed him!" Woody accused, glaring at the suspect.
Haquim's eyes narrowed. "Prove it."
"Oh, don't worry. I will." Woody hissed.
"I think that we're finished here for now." Renee said, standing up. "Common, Woody." They were almost out the door when Woody turned around.
"We'll be back."
A/N: So, what did you think? I liked it, for a change, it turned out how I wanted it to. Please review and sorry again for the wait!
Love, Callieach
