Authors note- I'm like the worlds slowest typer, so sorry for the delay. Enjoy
Chapter 3- Those matching blue eyes
Both Cavanaughs looked up as Garrett entered the office. "Hey, Rory." Garret said with a slight smile. "Hi Uncle Garrett." Rory responded. "Can I talk to your mom for a minute. Rory only nodded and flashed her mom a worried look as she left. " Have you told her yet?" Garrett asked. Jordan simply looked down at the case file on her desk. "I guess that's a no. He said answering his own question "How do I do it Gar? Hey by the way the dad I've never told you about is here? Jordan asked. Garret could tell Jordan didn't know what to do and he knew what she did when she got to a place where she didn't where to turn next. She ran. "Jordan you have to tell them both, I don't how your going to do that but the longer you wait the harder it's going to be." Garrett said honestly. "Thanks Gar." She said she with a little sarcasm but honestly glad to have Garrett to talk to. Garrett put a hand on Jordan's shoulder then walked toward the door. He stopped and turned to her. "Just promise me Jordan you won't run. I like having you back here." He said giving her a weak smile then walked out.
Woody walked into the morgue to get a report from Bug. As he walked down the hall he thought that it was strange that he hadn't run into Jordan since the bank. As he turned the corner something caught his eye. He turned his head to get a better look. It was a girl in the break room. She was reading a book and eating a Milky Way. She had long, curly brown hair and appeared to be around nine or ten years old. The girl looked up from her book and right at Woody. Their eyes met, those matching blue eyes. After a minute of staring Woody walked into the break room. "Hi. " The girl said with a small dimpled smile. "Hi." Woody said returning her smile. "Who are you," the girl asked in a very straightforward way. "Oh, I'm Woody Hoyt." Woody responded. " Rory Cavanaugh." The girl said extending her hand. Woody had to stop himself from gasping. Cavanaugh? Woody's mind went into detective mode. This girl was about ten, the blue eyes. Woody stood there staring at her mouth half open until Rory interrupted his thoughts. "You ok Woody?" Rory asked with a confused look on her face. " Yeah, I have to go. It was nice to meet you." Woody said as he left the break room and went in search of Jordan.
Jordan was in trace working on a body when she heard the door open. " She's mine isn't she? Woody asked in a firm tone. Jordan saw this coming and decided to play dumb. " What are you talking about?" Jordan asked back. " Don't Jordan. You know what I'm talking about. Rory, she's my daughter." Woody stated for a fact. Jordan sighed, "Yes." "Why didn't you tell me?" Woody said a bit more calmly. "We were young, we had our own lives, and oh yeah you were in some Wisconsin cheese farm not around the corner." Jordan said raising her voice enough to get the attention of Garrett in the next room. Garrett not wanted Rory to hear this exchange hurried in to stop it.
" Detective, I think you need to leave." Garrett said in a calm but firm voice. Woody looked like he was about to protest so Garrett added in a whisper "Unless you want your daughter to hear you." Woody nodded slightly, not wanting Rory to find out this way. Then he gave Jordan a "we are not done talking look" and left.
Garrett told Jordan to go home so she dropped Rory at home and headed for the Porgue. What's wrong Jordan?" Max asked noticing the look on his daughter's face as he handed her a beer. Jordan didn't know where to start. "Rory's father is here." Jordan blurted out. " Rory's father?" Max asked in his thick Boston accent. Jordan had told him only a few details surrounding her pregnancy. Max knowing his daughter was uncomfortable discussing it had not pried even after Rory's birth. Now all the things Jordan had worked to bury was coming back to the surface. " I don't know what to do." Jordan said in frustration, allowing a tear to fall down her check. "Two things for sure, you need to tell me the whole story and we need scotch." Max said smiling and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
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