Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the characters from Crossing Jordan, no matte how many times I put it on my christmas list, wish for it on birthday candles, and crossed my fingers for it upon seeing a shooting star.
Bright light filtered through Jordan Cavanaugh's windows, her curtains pulled wide open. Morning. Her least favorite part of the day. Jordan yawned and opened her eyes, only to by blinded by the bright light.
"Damn, Woody, close the curtains will ya?" Jordan said, pulling the pillow over her head.
"Why me?" Woody said groggily.
"Because you're closest to the window." Jordan mumbled through the pillow.
"Fine." Woody said, pulling himself out of bed. Woody closed the curtains, and then looked at the clock.
"Come on Jordan, time to get up, you've got early shift." Woody said, tossing a pillow playfully at her.
"You're right. Oh well, so much for sleeping in." Jordan mumbled, getting up out of the bed and stretching.
"Sleep well?" Woody said, grinning.
"No, you're a terrible person to share a bed with." Jordan said grumpily.
"Why is that?" Woody said, pulling the covers up over the bed and smoothing out the wrinkles.
"I froze my ass off all night because you took off with the blanket!"
"Well, we wouldn't want that now would we?" Woody said, chuckling.
"Why do you say that?" Jordan asked, a puzzled look on her face.
"Because I like your ass. It's cute." Woody said, now breaking into full laughter.
"Are you telling me that you've been looking?" She said, crossing her arms across her chest, a smile on her face.
"Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?" Woody teased.
"This!" Jordan shouted as she tackled him down onto the bed. She kissed him for a minute, then pulled away and lay down beside him.
"You know, you are one heck of a person, Jordan Cavanaugh." Woody said, getting up and pulling her with him.
"Thanks, now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go take a shower." She said, walking off toward the bathroom.
She quickly shed her clothes, and then stepped into the hot shower. She began to enter her thoughts. She and Woody were becoming close again, although they could still sense many things that had been left unsaid. Jordan worried that if they didn't say them, they would go right back to square one. She snapped out of her thoughts with the sound of the door clicking open.
"What Woody!" She said, surprising herself for sounding so harsh.
"I'm just brushing my teeth, chill out." He said through a mouth full of toothpaste. He started to walk out, but stopped himself. A slow smile spread across his face.
"Hey, Jordan?" He said, a mischievous smile still on his face.
"What?" She said, quite annoyed this time.
"Take my advice this time. CHILL OUT!" He said as he quickly flushed the toilet. The water inside the shower turned icy cold. Jordan jumped back, then muttered "Damn that's cold." She stepped out quickly, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around herself, and then stepped out of the bathroom. She found Woody standing, already dressed, with a smug grin on his face. The grin quickly dropped.
"Oh, don't do that!" He said, feeling sorry already.
"Do what?" Jordan said innocently.
"That look. That little lost puppy look, you know that's cheating." He said, annoyed.
"I have known idea what you're talking about." She said, turning around and walking into her room to change clothes. She quickly grabbed her black slacks, a blue button down shirt, and a black jacket. About the time she touched the blue shirt, she heard woody yell from the living room.
"Wear the pink shirt today! Looks good on you!"
Jordan sighed, rolled her eyes, and then pulled out the pink shirt. She quickly pulled on the clothes, then her nine west high heeled boots, and headed back into the bathroom.
"Why are you taking so long? Woody shouted again, from the living room.
"I'm French braiding my hair, and unless you can french braid impossibly wavy hair faster than I can, I suggest you shut up Farm Boy." She said, pulling a brush through her hair, and expertly French braiding her hair.
"Why in the world would you French braid your hair?" Woody said, a little surprised.
"Bet with bug." She said, as she braided the last part, then secured it with a clear hair elastic. She walked out of the bathroom, high heels clicking as she walked over the hardwood floor. Woody raised is eyebrows.
"Wow, that looks nice."
Jordan laughed a little.
"Yeah, good ole bug bet me twenty bucks that I couldn't pull off a Lily, and keep my hair up in a feminine way for at least a day. You know I'm never one to refuse a bet, plus I really wanted the twenty bucks."
She and woody closed the door behind them, then walked down to the street, where both her car, and woody's car were parked. Woody opened his passenger door. "Lemme drive you to work." He said smiling.
"Woody, I'm out of pull-ups, I can drive myself." She closed the door.
"Yeah, well, I want to show you off. You're the prettiest, sexiest, smartest ME in Boston." He said, the compliments rolling from his mouth. He opened the door again.
"Don't let Nigel hear you say that. He just might try to prove you wrong, then we'd all have nightmares for weeks, maybe months." She said, laughing and getting into his car.
He smiled at her, his blue eyes twinkling youthfully, as he jogged around the car, opened his door, and hopped into the car. Woody turned and looked into Jordan's whiskey eyes. Her eyes were perfect. Beautiful. Eyes he could get lost in. And he did, until Jordan said, "What? You know, it's rude to stare."
Woody snapped out of his trance, and put the key into the ignition. He quickly started the car, and pulled away from the curb. His hand on the stick shift, with Jordan's hand on his, they were silent all the way to the morgue.