Jordan reached the morgue a few minutes after Nigel. The old bugger always showed up a bit early to boot up his computer and other techno gadgets. Jordan rode the elevator up, and into the cold and slightly darker morgue. She shivered a bit. She always hated working graveyard shift, because the morgue was so creepy. When she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Nigel through the windows of his office. She walked in, and realizing that he hadn't noticed, was completely silent until she got right behind him.
"You having fun, Nigel?" She said suddenly. He jumped and banged his knee on the desk.
"Damn Jordan, you gave me a good fright there, love." He said, smiling again. Nigel was a happy, yet somewhat demented soul.
"Hey nige. What are we working on today?" She said, cheerfully. Nigel was always fun to be around.
"Well, I'm actually just reading one of my favorite websites, Slashdot." He said, nodding to the screen.
"And what is this website?" She asked, not completely sure that she wanted to know.
"It gives all the latest technological updates." He said, grinning. Yes, dear Nigel was a techno-nerd, but they all loved him.
"Okay then." She said, having nothing else to talk about.
"So how're you and…..you know?" He asked, hoping she would burst into tears or anything.
"Oh, we're great. He met me at the bar an apologized, you know. Course then I had to go and twist my ankle, but other than that, it was fine." She said, shrugging a bit. Nigel looked down and noticed for the first time that her ankle was still a little bit on the swollen side.
"How'd you do that, love?" he asked, a little bit of concern in his voice, but not much. He knew Jordan could take just about anything physically.
"Oh, just this guy. He pushed me and I twisted it on the way down." She pulled over one of the rolling chairs and sat down beside Nigel. He sat up a little.
"Woody arrested him, didn't he?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, then proceeded to pick me up and carry me to his car." She laughed a bit. Nigel smiled. Yeah, they were okay now. They sat in silence for another few minutes. They eight hours that they were there went by fast. About 11:45, they shut everything down and walked outside. Nigel stood and talked with her, an excuse for making sure she was safe. Jordan saw headlights in the distance.
"Oh, I think that's him." She said, straining to see, but she was sure it was him. Nigel said goodbye, and pulled off in his car. Another car, a van, slowed next to the curb, and a guy jumped out and grabbed Jordan. She tried to fight, but his hand, which he put on her mouth, was laced with chloroform. She felt herself growing distant, and before she knew it, she was passed out in the back of the van.