Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Crossing Jordan.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. I didn't know where to take this chapter so I left it up to WIWJ to write the chapter. My only contribution was a little editing. I like what's she's done with it. Anyway, I promisethe next chapter will be up soon.
Making Amends
Chapter 9 – A Question and An Answer
"You see. It's days like this that make me want to retire," Macy said shaking his head at them from the doorway to Jordan's office.
Woody was perched on the corner of her desk with his arms wrapped loosely around her waist as she brushed the lipstick from his lips.
"Two hours ago you're screaming at each other and now you look like June and Ward Cleaver."
"I'm getting really inappropriate images of you vacuuming," Woody mumbled. Jordan wrinkled her nose and tried not to laugh.
"Yeah Garret, your rendezvous with Maggie in the morgue elevators really went unnoticed," Jordan said with a smirk.
"Don't you have a job?" Macy growled.
"Yeah I do," Woody said raising his eyebrows and kissing her cheek before pulling away and starting towards the door. Macy shook his head and walked away. "Hey Jo?" Woody called, turning back at the door.
She looked up at him. "Yet. You forgot the yet."
"The what?"
"We're not getting married... Yet." He raised his eyebrows quickly and let them drop again before leaving.
"Yet," she whispered to herself.
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"Woody?" Matt Seely stepped between him and the elevator.
"What?" Woody looked at him in confusion.
"Our case?" Matt held up the file and shook it in front of the other detective. "The one with the same location as the murder of Dr. Donald Keets."
"Oh yeah… your case."
"Now it's my case? You said you'd help." He swung the file around and Woody caught it just before it smacked him in the head. "Wow… where were those reflexes yesterday?"
He gestured to Hoyt's eye.
"So… same location anything else?" Woody asked ignoring the insult.
"Both male. About the same age." Woody looked at the file for a few more seconds before handing it back with a shrug.
"We'll see what Jordan finds." He told Seely. "It's a bad neighborhood."
"Don't you think that it's a little too coincidental?" Seely gave him a look.
"Not yet, no."
"Matt?" Lily's voice interrupted what ever he was planning on saying. "Jordan has a question and I have an answer," she said with a small smile.
"Answer first please."
"Yes. Seven sounds good."
"Great," he said, trying to sound unenthusiastic, but failing as a huge grin spread across his flushed cheeks. He walked back down the hall towards Jordan. Woody gave Lily a look.
"What?" She said trying to suppress her smile.
"Nothing." He held his arms up for a second until the smile faded. "Lily I was hoping you could help me out." She raised an eyebrow. "I need a new therapist."
"I know some," she said nodding with understanding. "There's a guy with some PTSD experience. His name's Stanly Keyworth he's with the American Trauma Victims Association. Or... hmm... what was that guys name?"
"Wait Keyworth?" She looked back at Woody who was standing with his mouth open slightly.
"Yeah. Why?" Woody was looking past her as Matt walked back up to them.
"What was Dr. Keets a Dr. of?" he asked. The other detective was checking his file.
"Head shrink."
"Did Jordan have an ID?" Woody looked back towards trace.
"Yeah. Driver's license was his. Stanley Keyworth." Seely jumped when Lily gasped. "What?" he asked with confusion. Her wide eyes were fixed on Woody's face.
"I just found you another connection," Woody said grimly.
