[Drabble] Not just a cop {Crossing Jordan}
TITLE: Not just a cop
FANDOM: Crossing Jordan
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Woody Hoyt, Jordan Cavanaugh
GENRE: gen
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 200
SUMMARY: It's hard for Woody to recall what he's learned when personal feelings are involved ... Written for the drabble challenge #10 "Gunshot" for caseland and prompt #037 "Seconds" for 100_tales.
WARNING: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. I just borrow them from time to time to have some fun with them.
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"Drop your weapon!" Woody's voice is filled with fear and he hates how little self-confident he can pull right now. He should act professional. He's a cop after all. But when things get personal, when friends are involved he can't just be professional. He's a person then, not a cop. A human being, not a machine. He has feelings, fears ... and seeing Jordan being held at gunpoint is too much for him to bear.
Yes, it was her fault that they're in big trouble now. She shouldn't have followed him. He told her to stay in the car and she didn't listen to him. She never does.
But being shot isn't the punishment she (or anyone else) should get.
"Drop the gun!" he shouts one last time, and after ten more seconds he pulls the trigger, not missing his target.
Woody Hoyt is a person, a human being with feelings, fears. But he's also a cop. A good one.
"That was a close call," Jordan says, looking down at the dead guy. Then she turns to Woody, smiling.
His expression is blank. There's no need to keep showing her how shaky he is. She doesn't need to know everything.
- The End -
FANDOM: Crossing Jordan
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Woody Hoyt, Jordan Cavanaugh
GENRE: gen
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 200
SUMMARY: It's hard for Woody to recall what he's learned when personal feelings are involved ... Written for the drabble challenge #10 "Gunshot" for caseland and prompt #037 "Seconds" for 100_tales.
WARNING: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. I just borrow them from time to time to have some fun with them.
~*~*~*~*
"Drop your weapon!" Woody's voice is filled with fear and he hates how little self-confident he can pull right now. He should act professional. He's a cop after all. But when things get personal, when friends are involved he can't just be professional. He's a person then, not a cop. A human being, not a machine. He has feelings, fears ... and seeing Jordan being held at gunpoint is too much for him to bear.
Yes, it was her fault that they're in big trouble now. She shouldn't have followed him. He told her to stay in the car and she didn't listen to him. She never does.
But being shot isn't the punishment she (or anyone else) should get.
"Drop the gun!" he shouts one last time, and after ten more seconds he pulls the trigger, not missing his target.
Woody Hoyt is a person, a human being with feelings, fears. But he's also a cop. A good one.
"That was a close call," Jordan says, looking down at the dead guy. Then she turns to Woody, smiling.
His expression is blank. There's no need to keep showing her how shaky he is. She doesn't need to know everything.
- The End -