The Night Shift One-Shots

Old Times - REQUESTED

A/N: Requested by -storywritter- 

A/N2: keep sending in requests, and I will do my best to write them all. Now schools are closed, and my GCSE's are cancelled, I will hopefully be uploading more consistently. I plan to upload on Thursdays OR Fridays at around 5/6 pm GMT, so keep a look out! 

On with the story! Enjoy!

Elliott

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What about Jordan being in an abusive relationship, but she doesn't want to tell anyone, and TC finds out.

­People started noticing something was wrong around December. Jordan came into work on a Monday evening, first shift of the week after a three-day break, with a black eye and a noticeable pattern of bruising up her left arm. Drew noticed but didn't bring anything up straight away, knowing that if he did, TC would get involved, and Jordan wouldn't want that. Nevertheless, he kept a close eye on her all night.

Three weeks after that in early January, Jordan brought herself into the ER, on her night off, with blood dripping thickly from a cut just under her eye.

"Jeez, Jordan!" Shannon exclaimed, pushing the usual attending into a cubicle. "What did you do?"

"I-I just slipped down the stairs, caught my cheek on the windowsill at the bottom." That small stutter told Shannon that something wasn't right; Jordan never stuttered unless she was stressed out of her mind or wasn't telling the whole truth. Ignoring it the first time, Shannon stitched up the wound and taped gauze over it. "I'm gonna stick around for a-a little while. I've got some paperwork I-I need to finish before my shift tomorrow." Two stutters in one sentence, Shannon noted.

"Ok, sure. I assume we'll find you in the break room if we need you?" Jordan nodded and slid off the gurney, heading towards the break room, ignoring everyone else. Shannon went to scope out Drew. Her first port of call for anything concerning Jordan would usually be TC, but he'd flip out if he knew she was hurt.

"Dr Alister, a moment?" She requested upon finding him sat with a patient, explaining something.

"Of course, one second." He finished what he was saying, then followed her out of the trauma room. "What's up, you look like you've seen a ghost?"

"Something's up with Jordan." Drew's whole demeanour changed; he was suddenly stiff, sharp and hyperaware – his military stance returning.

"What do you mean?" he snapped, half-worried half-wary. "Is she hurt?"

"Yeah, she brought herself in with a gash under her eye, said she slipped downstairs, but something doesn't seem right. She's stuttering over her words and she doesn't do that unless she's stre-"

"Stressed beyond belief or not telling the truth." Drew finished, running a worried hand down his face. "Where is she?" Shannon pointed to the break room. "Cover for me? Oh, and don't tell TC, he'll flip."

"That's why I got you. And sure, I'll sort something." Shannon agreed, leaving Drew to go to Jordan.

"Jordan?" He asked, heading into the room, which was still in darkness. "Jordan, what's-" he was cut off by seeing her asleep on the couch. She rolled over, opening her eyes slowly when she heard the voice.

"Drew? That you?" She questioned blearily, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you OK?" She nodded, sitting up to face Drew who was now crouching in front of her. "That looks like it was nasty, what happened?"

"Fell down the stairs." She didn't stumble over her words that time; a well-rehearsed lie. "Need me on a case?"

"No, no. It's your night off, just checking you're OK. Shannon came for me, looked real shaken by what happened to you like she thought you weren't telling her the truth." He reprimanded gently.

"I-I am, I'm fine, just cut my cheek," Drew noted the stutter that time.

"Oh yeah, then how come you're stuttering over your words? You don't do that unless you're not telling the truth, believe me, we've all noticed." She sighed, tears welling in her eyes. "Hey, hey what's goin' on?"

"You can't tell TC." She said, tears running freely down her cheeks now.

"I can't promise, but ok." She sobbed once, her head falling into her hands. "Jordan, talk to me."

"I don't want to go back there!" She whined through sobs. "I don't want to go back to him." She reiterated.

"Wait, back it up. Where? Who exactly?" Drew was wary now, hoping that what he was thinking wasn't happening.

"Paxton! And home, though I don't really think I can call it that anymore." Drew sighed; it was happening.

"He did this, didn't he? And he gave you those bruises before Christmas." It was a statement, not a question. When Jordan nodded, he pulled out his phone. "I'm calling Rick. He knows some guys who can help you."

"Don't tell TC." She repeated.

"I'm not gonna tell him, but if he sees you, he's gonna ask, and I'm not gonna stop him." She nodded in defeat. "C'mere." He opened his arms and hugged her when she leaned in, rubbing her back. "You can come to my place tomorrow once I'm off shift, stay the day. Rick'll take you back to Paxton's place and you can pack up. You're not staying there anymore." At that moment, TC walked in.

He froze upon seeing Jordan, in tears, wrapped in Drew's strong grasp. "Do I even want to know?" he asked, moving again and making himself a coffee.

"You won't want to, but you need to," Drew said sombrely.

"Someone did this to you?" Jordan nodded silently. "Paxton did it, didn't he?" She nodded once more. "Jesus, I'll kill that son of a bitch!" He snapped, anger flooding him, his cup of coffee paying the price as it was spilt over the counter. "Shit." He swore under his breath, grabbing a towel and mopping up the liquid.

"TC, calm down. You don't need to do anything. I've texted Rick and we have all the proof we need to get him arrested." Drew tried to reason. "At least he hasn't done anything too much worse than this, right Jordan?" When he got no reply, his face fell to mixed anger and pity. "Right, Jordan?"

"He did something much worse, Drew." She spoke through a fresh onslaught of tears. TC got all the information he needed from that sentence.

"Drew, get her checked out and get any information you can from a rape kit, stat. Tell Rick to meet me at Paxton's place, he's going down."

-Two Weeks Later BC I'm Lazy, sorry-

TC stood with Jordan in the courtroom. Paxton was standing trial for rape and domestic abuse, and thankfully, up until this point, was pleading guilty.

"Paxton Oliver, you have been accused of rape on Jordan Alexander, how do you plead upon this accusation?" The judge asked, knowing full well that if he said 'not guilty' they had all the proof they needed to lock him up for lying in court too.

"Not guilty, your honour." He stated plainly.

"Paxton Oliver, I charge you with domestic abuse, rape and lying in a court situation." Paxton was detained very quickly and taken from the scene

Jordan fell in relief against TC's side, and he just held her, stroking her hair back and keeping her from falling to the ground. He lowered her into a chair and sat next to her.

"He's gone. He's actually gone." She said, a smile cracking through her sombre expression.

"Yeah, he's gone. And you're coming to stay at my place until you're back on your feet again, non-negotiable." Jordan wasn't going to object anyway, it would be just like old times, and maybe, just maybe, old times was exactly what she needed right now.