Jordan- 6
It was a Saturday afternoon and Hank had the day off of work so it was going to spend it with Jordan. The father and daughter had went to the park and spent half of the afternoon there, he was pushing her on the swing when he heard her laughter it always brought a smile to his face. As he was pushing her, he had heard his phone ring he knew what that meant. Hank had stepped away so he could hear.
"Voight...alright I'll be there". He then hung up the phone.
Jordan had stopped swinging and looked at her father with a glum expression. "Do you have to go to work daddy?"
"I do sweetheart, I'm sorry. I know I said we'd spend the day together I promise I'll make up for it".
"So where am I gonna go?"
Hank had to think about that Justin was out of town with friends, Erin had the flu, he didn't know who to leave Jordan with till he got an idea.
"Jo how would you like to go to the District?"
"Really?" Jordan's eyes lit up, her father never took her to the District, she'd visit it but they'd stay outside.
"Really, I'm sure Trudy would love to watch you while I worked".
"Let's go".
The two then walked over to the car and Hank strapped her in then got in on the driver side and headed off for the 21st.
Trudy Platt was in her typical sour mood as usual, she was giving her orders to the patrol officers, and others officers were coming and going out of the District. Hank and Jordan arrived after a five minute drive, the older father took a hold of his daughter's hand walking her inside. Even though they were at the District he wasn't letting his guard down or taking any chances. The father and daughter headed inside, the six year old was fascinated by everything. She seen so many patrol officers, some K-9 units, when she would visit they would only stay outside Hank didn't want to expose her to that at a young age. Trudy looked up to see her friend and goddaughter, the older woman rarely smiles and when she saw her goddaughter she'd have the biggest smile ever.
"Well there's a very special VIP, hey Hank, Jo how are you". Trudy greeted the two.
"Hey Trudy". Hank says.
"Hi Aunt Trudy". Jordan spoke happily.
"Trudy I was hoping you wouldn't mind watching Jo for me, I got called in".
"Not a problem Hank, I got her". Trudy replies.
"Thanks".
Hank then turned to his little girl. "Alright Jo, you listen to Trudy and do whatever she tells you to do ok sweetheart".
"Ok daddy".
"I'll pick you up later baby, be good and behave hear me".
"Yes daddy".
"That's my girl, I love you".
"I love you too".
He kissed her head and she kissed his cheek, the six year old then went behind the desk standing next to her godmother as she watched her father leave. Trudy picked her up and sat her on a nearby chair.
"Aunt Trudy, what am I gonna do?" Jordan asked.
"You can help me man the desk". Trudy tells the six year old.
"How do I do that?"
"You're gonna help me tell the patrolmen what to do like me".
"Cool".
After an hour Jordan was acting just like her godmother, Trudy went and got her, her very own police shirt and hat. The six year old felt like her father and it made her proud.
"Aunt Trudy, I'm hungry". Jordan looks at her godmother.
"Whatcha want for lunch? Pizza, Chinese, Italian, or a good ol sandwich".
"Hmm I want pizza please".
"Pizza it is".
She then put her jacket on and turned to one of the patrolmen. "Mike man the desk and watch Jordan for me, don't let anything happen to her or you'll be getting an earful from her father and believe me you don't want that".
"You got it Sarge".
"Jo, I'll be right back". She turned to the young girl.
"Ok Aunt Trudy".
The older woman kissed the top of the little girl's head, one of the officer had given her some copy paper and colored pencils to keep her occupied. After a few minutes of coloring she turned to Mike the guy Trudy left in charge.
"Mr. Mike, may I have something to drink please". She says kindly.
"Sure kiddo, anything you like". The officer replies.
"Juice please".
"Coming right up".
He went to the vending machines to grab the six year old a juice, a few patrol officers stood by and watched the young girl. They didn't know who her father was but when Trudy had said what she said it made them curious to know. Some of the officers knew Jordan because Trudy would brag about her goddaughter.
"Watcha drawing Jordan?" One officer asked, looking at the drawing.
"My daddy fighting the bad guys". Jordan answered, not taking her eyes of the paper.
"Who is your daddy?" Another officer asked.
"Detective Voight".
All the officers were stunned to hear who her father was, some of them made sure to stick close to the young girl they heard of Hank and they sure as hell didn't wanna get on his bad side. Trudy came back with the pizza and everybody ate, Jordan dug into her food but slowly. She drank some of her juice and went back to her food.
While the six year old was occupied by her drawing a couple of the patrolmen went over to Platt.
"Sarge". One of them says.
"Yeah". She replies, looking at a newspaper.
"Is it true her father's Detective Voight?"
"No her father's the President of the United States, yes her father is Voight. Believe me when I say if anything happened to her he'd be on a dangerous warpath".
It was now nearing 8 in the evening Jordan was starting to fall asleep, Trudy was still on duty and she was about to get off soon. Hank walked into the District going up to the desk.
"Hey Trudy". Hank greeted the desk Sergeant.
"Hey Hank". Trudy replied.
"How was Jo?"
"She was an angel, she colored the rest of the afternoon, had pizza for lunch, helped me man the desk, a couple of the guys asked if you were really her dad scared them to death".
"I guess I got that influence on some people".
Jordan was close to sleep but awoke when she heard her father, she jumped down from the two chairs and ran around crashing into him.
"Daddy!" Jordan says excitedly but tiredly.
"Hey sweetheart, you have fun today?" He replies, brushing some hair back.
"Yup, I wanna come back".
"We'll see let's go home it's getting close to your bed time".
"Ok". Jordan let out a yawn.
"Good night Trudy and thanks again". Hank looked to his friend.
"Anytime".
Before they left Jordan hugged her godmother one more time, the father and daughter then left the District. Some of the patrol officers watched as Hank was walking with his daughter outside when Hank looked at them they all looked away, he smirked everyone knew never to mess with Voight or his children unless they had a death wish.
Jordan was close to sleep and just as her father strapped her and she fell right asleep, Hank smiled at the sight of his little girl. He got in the car and drove home for the night.