A/N: Do not own them. Wish I had. Just releasing some frustration caused by a new season and no Crossing Jordan. Hope you enjoy!

"The Seven Year Itch"

Chapter 1: Reflection:

He watched her in anticipation as she strolled seductively over to him from across the window. He was leaning against a pile of pillows while stretched out across the bed. It was night and the shadows were deep but he could still make out her figure from the pale moonlight shining from behind her and all across Boston.

'Funny,' he thought, 'That tonight I actually get to hold her and not these overstuffed things.'

She had picked out this dainty lavender nightie about two years prior...'before the shooting. Before our silly pride got in the way.'

After surviving a plane crash on the side of a snowy mountain top and days of not knowing if your going to be rescued they both had agreed to 'putting the gas on it? What kind of secret code is that Woody?'

'Jordan,' as he rolled his eyes, 'It's just that you told me you loved me and ...' his dimples began to show '...you knowing me...' now deeper than ever as he smiled.

'Oh,that! I told you I didn't want to force anything on you.' She was blushing and she could feel the sting of shock as her heart raced.

He laughed.

She worried.

'When do I have to be asked if I want a relationship with Jordan Cavanaugh?'

She turned to face him, a rather large smirk emerging. 'So, because I finally say it you just want to jump right into it?'

He shrugged, 'Jumped,pushed,fell...however I got here I'm madly in love with you,Jor.'

As she leaned in closer she caught a whiff of his cologne, 'God, I love the smell of this man.' She wrapped her arms loosely around his waist and lost herself in a great wave of happiness.

'I love you too,Farmboy.'

'Then you're okay with picking up the pace a bit? I mean, I've wanted you for seven years Jordan, a man can only take so much.'

'Well,' she said while staring him straight into his engulfing blue eyes, 'how fast do you want this ride to go?'

With a twinkle in his eye, 'Meet me right here after work and I'll show you.'

She started with untucking his shirt. She loved that bare masculine chest. It made her knees buckle but she had hidden it well. Woody had never noticed her quivering as he walked beside her, briefing her on a case and being so close that his breath would tickle her ear. 'Oh how badly I wanted to kiss you then.'

With that thought she straddled him, leaned over and began to nibble his ear. He lightly moaned. She had found out while at the Inn where all of his soft spots were. And she planned to use that knowledge to her advantage. Slowly she kissed her way down to his mouth and gently she slid her lips to his. She was met with his arms quickly pressing her to him and she was surprised by his strength. It made her melt feeling the heat off of his body.

The first time they had been together like this it had happened so quickly. Both drunk and finally giving into passion, he hadn't had time to make it romantic. He had wanted the mood to be set by cooking at home and lots of wine, rose petals and candles lighting the hallway to his bedroom.

'My bedroom. She's here in my bedroom tonight. After so many nights hoping she'd let me in...let me in to love her. God, please don't let this be another dream. It feels too good.'

The time at the Inn made things uncomfortable between them. Neither one knowing the proper way to react. He worried it meant nothing to her. Pushing her away after he was shot was almost the end of Woody Hoyt. He had done it out of pride and the need to protect everything around him from him. She never figured it that way. He was unknowingly pushing her away to avoid the ugliness that he felt inside.

She worried it had all been a joke for him. 'Look at this pitiful woman. So needy, so vulnerable. What a joke she is...hmmm,what can I do?' She was almost horrified at the depthness of his demons. How could she have ever imagined someone more devastated by life than herself? She had never thought it, but she had stared it in the face. 'Where's my Farmboy?'

The ice finally broke that weekend at the Inn. The case seemed destined. Both having no where to run they had given in. Emotional walls starting to break.' Why have we waited so long? What did we have to do to get here?' That's all she could think at the time. 'How surreal.'

Here they were again….

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