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A Love from the Past
by hot4luis
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Chapter Nine
Jordan watched as everyone left the Youth Center after the party. Luis had told them he’d clean up and she said
she’d stay. He refused to let her stay and said something about recuperating. She stood next to him as Theresa
walked out the door.
"It was a great party." she stated as the door closed behind Theresa.
"Yes but it’s over. Go home and get some rest will ya." Luis said sternly. "You gotta take care
of yourself."
"Yes father." she joked. He looked at her seriously. "Okay, okay. I gotta go anyway, Sheridan is
waiting for me in the car, but I have to ask you a favor."
"Shoot." he replied sweeping the floor of the gym.
"I want you to talk to Sheridan about what happened between the two of you. I think you should get it out
in the open and tell her how you feel."
"I don’t feel anything for her!" Luis said forcefully, then lowered his tone "Sheridan and I fight
constantly and she’s made it quite clear that she doesn’t want anything to do with me and I’ll be damned if I lust
after a woman who doesn’t want me to." Jordan thought if she applied the right amount of pressure he’d burst.
"Since when did that stop you from pursuing any woman? And you want to lust after her and you want to be a
part of her life. How many times has your mother said when it comes to relationships and love, the heart never
steers you wrong? Just listen to your heart, Luis." Jordan explained not caring how long it would take to
convince him. She was going to get Luis to see what was in his heart.
"Why do I have this feeling that I’ll be listening to you?" he joked.
"Because I’m in your heart and I’m part of you." Jordan said sincerely. "I believe that the reason
we didn’t marry all those years ago was because you still hadn’t met Mrs. Right. And I’m hoping that it’s Sheridan."
"You’re beginning to sound like Theresa." he joked again.
"Luis, I’m serious. I want to see you happy."
"Thank you for caring so much." he stated simply, pulling her into a hug "I love you and I don’t
know what I’d do without you."
"Right back at ya babe." Jordan replied with a smile returning the hug. Then, someone from behind them
cleared their throat.
"You coming, Jo?" Sheridan asked with a hint of impatience. Jordan was sure she saw jealousy in her eyes
as well.
"Yeah, I’ll be right there. We still on for lunch tomorrow?" Jordan said to Luis. When he nodded she
purposely kissed his cheek, brushing the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Think about what I said."
And with that she headed out the door with Sheridan. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to tell Luis something
important."
"It’s okay, I was just getting kind of lonely." Sheridan said. They got to her convertible and headed
to her cottage. Jordan noticed that Sheridan was unusually quiet. Jordan turned on the radio switched stations
until she found a song she liked. "Jo, would you pick a station already!"
"What’s wrong with you?" Jordan asked frowning at the animosity in her voice. She had a pretty good idea
what was bothering her though.
"Nothing. I want to actually listen to something for a change." she snapped. Jordan tried not to smile.
"Fine!" Jordan retorted and left the radio blaring a heavy metal song. Sheridan rolled her eyes and turned
off the radio. "What was all that about?"
"Look, I’m just stressed out okay? People tend to get cranky at midnight, when they’re not in bed." Sheridan
said completely exasperated. Jordan remained quiet as Sheridan pulled her car near the cottage. They got out of
the car and Jordan decided to find out what was wrong.
"Sheridan, what in the world is wrong with you?" she asked. Sheridan’s eyes narrowed as they entered
the house. "Are you mad at me?"
"Do I have a reason to be?" Sheridan shot back.
"I think you’re jealous." Jordan said calmly, placing her hands on her hips.
"Jealous?" Sheridan asked incredulously. "Why would I be jealous of you? You know Jordan you walk
in here, thinking you know what everyone feels and thinks. You have no idea what it is like to feel the way I do."
"Then tell me why you are so angry with me!" Jordan demanded. She knew she was pushing all the right
buttons. "What did I do?"
"You’re such a hypocrite!" Sheridan replied.
"Why am I a hypocrite?"
"Because you go around saying things like ‘Luis wants you Sheridan’ and ‘you can’t run away from how you feel
about him’ and then you go and kiss him, when you said that there was nothing between the two of you. I think you’re
the one denying your feelings." Sheridan yelled and then looked as if she immediately regretted it.
"So this whole thing is about Luis isn’t it?" Jordan asked trying to stifle a smile. She knew that Sheridan
was jealous of the kiss between Luis and her. She decided to get Sheridan real steamed. "I knew you were jealous.
Look who’s being a hypocrite now? You walk around saying that you want someone to love you for who you are and
when that person comes along you brush him off! If you keep that up you’ll fulfill your own prophecy!"
"You’re being a real bitch, Jo!" Sheridan snapped astonished.
"Gee, I’m sorry to cramp your style!" Jordan spat sarcastically and she knew that if Sheridan were a
cartoon character steam would be coming out of her ears. Suddenly, Jordan’s cell phone rang and she turned away
from Sheridan’s icy glare to answer it. "Talk to me."
"Hey Green!" she heard a male voice say.
"Robert. Wassup?" she asked recognizing the voice to be that of her partner. "You in Washington?"
"Yup. Congrats on the Crane case." he said enthusiastically.
"Thanks. I’m glad it’s over."
"Well that’s where you’re wrong. We just got a tip that some of the men from the drug cartel are still out
there and in Harmony." he explained. Jordan swore into the phone and turned around to see if Sheridan was
still there. She wasn’t.
"So any idea who they are?"
"Yeah. But there is one guy in particular that we need you to look out for. He isn’t a member of the cartel
but he’s handled a few of their cases. He’s clean now because he served some jail time and we have nothing to hold
against him. Yet. But he has this big debt he owes to the cartel. We need you to get him to help us nab all of
these druggies." Robert informed her. Jordan rubbed the bridge of her nose in agitation, registering the information.
"His alias is Joseph Marcel, but his real name is Hank Bennett."
"What?!" Jordan asked almost dropping the phone "You’ve gotta be kidding me! There has to be some
mistake!"
"Green, this is the FBI, we don’t make mistakes. So I reckon you know Hank. That’s even better."
"No it’s not better Rob! Hank is Luis’s best friend, the Chief of Police’s younger brother and Sheridan Crane’s
personal friend."
"Damn! The guy is really screwed." Robert said blithely.
"This isn’t funny, Robert."
"You’re right, it isn’t. But whoever said your job is supposed to be? And may I remind you Jo, that this is
your job. Get Bennett to help you and fast, because the bureau doesn’t care whether he is the president’s son or
a cable guy." Robert lectured.
"Alright, alright. Get me all the info on his past dealings. I’ll keep in touch." Jordan turned off the
phone and sat on the couch frustrated. "Hank, why did you do this!? How am I gonna tell Luis and Sheridan
about this?"
"Tell Luis and Sheridan about what?" asked Sheridan from the doorway. |
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