Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Crossing Jordan. I wish I did, but I don't.
Authors Note: This is my first fanfic please review but be gentle. Try to wait until my second story to tell me you hate me. Thanks!
It was another late night and she couldn't bring herself to go home to her empty apartment. This would be the third night Jordan had spent on the couch in her office, stopping home a few times to shower and change. Since she had broken up with J.D. she had been depressed. It wasn't specifically about losing J.D.; it was that he had given her hope. Hope that she could move on and find happiness and maybe someday even love with someone other than Woody. Thereality wasthat there was no hope and that she couldn't move on. It hit her like a ton of bricks. She spent so much time running from him, if only she could go back. She sighed. At least the two of them were getting to the point where they could at least hold a conversation. She let her mind wander about everything that could have been and she knew she wouldn't be sleeping tonight.
It must've been like 3 am and she was knocking at Woody's door. Okay, so it was more like banging and screaming at him to open up. When he finally opened it wearing a tight fitting Boston PD t-shirt and a slightly worried yet angry look, she barreled past him.
"What the hell is going on Jordan? Is everything ok?"
"No Woody, nothing is okay! And it probably never will be because I keep screwing up. I am here because we need to talk, I have to try." Jordan said trying her hardest to keep from crying.
"Try what Jordan, it's late and I am tired..."
"Woody I have to get this out, I love you. There I said it again; I want to be with you..." After a long stunned silence Woody walked over to kiss her. He knew this was what they both wanted and he needed to quit being so stubborn. He leaned in, this was it everything they had both been waiting for...
"Wooody, what's going on? Hurry up and come back to bed." The whinny voice from the bedroom made Jordan and Woody turn to stare at the bedroom door. With a look of horror on her face Jordan tried to wrap her brain around the situation. She just stood there frozen. Finally she was able to make herself move; she stammered something about this not being a good time and raced out of Woody's apartment.
Woody's mind raced as he tried to remember the events of the evening and who the woman in his bed was. It all came flooding back to him with the sound of the slamming door and Jordan's feet running down the hall.
A/N: So, what do ya'll think? Should I keep going?Well I am going to anyway. Who do you think is in Woody's bed? Maybe it will be...Walcott! hee hee. Just kidding.