Summary: Woody and Jordan together – yay!

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Well if I owned them I would have no reason to be writing this fic now…

Much thanks to my beta, Nancy. Great ideas and editing suggestions!

Jordan sat at her desk, not really working. She was thinking about Woody. The two of them have now been together for 7 months, a year and a half after she went to Las Vegas to see Danny.

7 months ago she and Woody got stuck in one of the morgue elevators for three hours and they finally talked everything out. Woody gave her a choice, one last time. Did she want a relationship with him or not. She looked at the picture next of them to the recent case file. The picture had been taken a couple months ago when they decided to throw a surprise birthday party for Garret at the end of their shifts. Lily had a camera and she thought it would be cute to get a picture of Woody and Jordan. In the picture Woody's arms were wrapped around Jordan from behind. She had put her arms on top of his and Woody rested his chin on her shoulder, their heads next to each other. Jordan hadn't had time to change before hand so she was still wearing the blue scrubs and Woody had on a grey suit, sans suit coat.

The past seven months were the best for Jordan. She was happy and she loved Woody very much. But this morning she was in for a little surprise.

"Jordan?" Lily asked, appearing in the doorway.

"Hi Lily," Jordan replied.

"You wanted to talk to me?" she asked.

Jordan waved her in and got up. Lily sat on Jordan's couch and once Jordan closed the door, she moved next to Lily.

"What's going on, Jordan?" Lily asked, somewhat concerned.

"I think I'm pregnant," Jordan told her friend, touching her hand absentmindedly to her stomach.

"Jordan, that's wonderful!" Lily exclaimed, "Are you sure?"

"I looked at the calendar today. I'm three weeks late. We've been so busy this month trying to find the serial killer I didn't notice I was late. Lily, I am never late," Jordan told her, stressing the never.

"Have you told Woody?"

"I'm not even sure I am pregnant. It could just be all the stress lately. And if I am, what do I do?" Jordan asked, now pacing.

Lily stood up and put her hands on Jordan's shoulders to stop her. "Jordan. We can get a pregnancy test at the drug store and you can talk to Woody."

An hour later, Jordan and Lily locked themselves in one of the less frequently used bathrooms with 5 different pregnancy tests. Lily set the timer alarm on Jordan's phone and was sitting patiently watching Jordan pace the bathroom.

The phone's alarm broke the silence in the small bathroom.

"Pink means…" she reads the boxes "… pregnant; Two lines means…pregnant," Lily started reporting, comparing the results to the directions for each test, "Plus sign means pregnant and these two read outs both say 'pregnant'." Lily turned to a smiling Jordan "Congratulations, Jordan. You're pregnant!"

Jordan dials her OB's office.

"Doctor Meyers office. How may I help you?" The receptionist answered.

"Can you tell me? If I took a home pregnancy test, well five of them actually, and they all turned out positive, could it be possible that they were false positives?"

"Well, if five different tests were all positive, there is a very slim chance all would have been false positives." The receptionist answered.

"OK, then can the doctor see me this Friday?" Jordan asked and made the appointment. She hung up and looked at her watch. Almost an hour until Woody got home. It was only four months ago; Jordan suggested they move in together. They were always at the other's apartments anyway. Woody moved his stuff to Jordan's apartment and that was that. Her phone ringing interrupted her thoughts. It was Woody.

"Hey," she answered.

"Hey, Jo. Do you want me to pick up anything for dinner?" he asked.

"Chinese," she replied almost instantly, "And hurry home, I have something to tell you."

"Can you tell me now?" he asked, too bad he couldn't give her his puppy dog eyes.

"Nope. It's a surprise."

Woody got home with the big bag of Chinese food and looked around for Jordan. He put the food on the counter and went to their bedroom to change. On his way he heard the shower.

"Jordan, I'm home!" he called over the sound of the water.

"Ok!" she called back, "I'll be out in a couple minutes!"

By the time Woody changed into grey sweats and a blue Boston PD t-shirt, Jordan emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel – her wet hair curling around her shoulders.

Woody came up behind her and kissed her neck.

"You smell good," he told her.

"I'm glad I showered then," she teased, She hooked her arms around Woody's neck and kissed him.

Woody's hands were on her waist and one moved up to tangle in her hair as he deepened the kiss.

After several seconds they broke apart. Jordan smiled.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," he replied, "So what did you want to tell me?"

"I'm hungry," she replied, grabbing a plate she got herself some chow mien and fried rice and began eating with chopsticks.

Woody gave her a look, "Jordan…"

"No, seriously. I'm really hungry," She gave him a quick kiss and sat at the counter, "Give me ten minutes."

It turned out to be longer than ten minutes. As soon as Jordan was done eating, Woody's cell phone rang.

Twenty minutes later Jordan was sitting on the couch wearing her black shorts and one of Woody's BPD shirts, watching Woody pace, and listening to him yell at his little brother, Cal.

"No, Cal… no. I am not coming to TEXAS to bail you out of jail… I don't care how you got in there… Yes I do think it was your fault… I have to go. Goodbye Cal." Woody hung up, turned off his phone, tossed it on the counter and sat down next to Jordan.

"What is he in jail in Texas for?" she asked quietly.

"Because he 'wasn't' trying to buy some drugs from an undercover cop," he replied. Then he turned to Jordan, "Please tell me now what it was you wanted to tell me."

Jordan smiled and told him straight out, "I'm pregnant."

Woody stood still; His eyes wide, saying nothing for several seconds. It seemed longer for Jordon. She was suddenly afraid he didn't want to have a baby with her. "Wood? Are – are you ok?" she asked.

"Jo, this is the best news!" He exclaimed, pulling her up, hugging her tightly he spun her around. He set her down and looked to her eyes. "When did you find out? How far along are you?" He looked to her stomach.

"Lily and I did five home tests today and all of them were positive. I have an appointment with my OB on Friday," she answered, nuzzling her head on his shoulder, "I'm anywhere from 4 to 8 weeks."

"You don't know?" he asked, "I thought women were supposed to know."

"I guess we do but this past month we were all so busy with that serial killer business, I just didn't notice I hadn't gotten my period. Only when I looked at the calendar this morning did I realize how much time had passed."

"Wow," Smiled Woody, "We're gonna have a baby!"

End of part 1.

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