Title: Something to sleep to.

Author: sweet-rush37

Summary: Woody, Jordan and the gang spend some quality time in Las Vegas while working a case... after a wild night in Vegas Woody and Jordan end up hitched, and they have to fool their Co-workers into believing their in love, or are they fooling themselves?

Note: I've been sitting on this story for a really long time, the next one I do is where they get kidnapped together. (thanx Tracey for the idea!)

Jordan made her way down the dimly lighted corridor, trying desperately to force down a bag of stale chips, another day in the morgue, without anything to do.

"Hey boys." She announced herself to Nigel and Bug, they seemed completely engrossed in what they we're doing... what they we're always doing.

"Typing away are we Nigel?" she asked, not sure if she wanted to know what he was working on.

"Of course love, found this excellent new sight on the paranormal, its wicked great want to go for a spin?"

"I'll pass, hey, Bug, whatcha working on?" she asked turning her attention on Bug, who was studying a bug under a microscope rather intensely, he didn't need to look up.

"No!" he mumbled tersely.

"What?!"

"You only talk to me when you want something... the answer is no."

"God you people are no fun!" Jordan muttered, maybe Lily was free, they could scope out guys, could be fun.

"Lil got a minute."

"Sorry Jor, I'm swamped, I got to do four notifications to do before I leave." Before Jordan could respond she had already disappeared behind the thick door of the elevator.

She could see Devan and Peter speaking animatedly in Trace, they weren't free.

Woody. The thought escaped her mind as soon as it entered; he was out with Tyler, his new girlfriend... Jordan didn't like to think about Woody talking to any other girls let alone touching them, she tried not to think about it but sometimes she felt the pangs of jealousy creep up her spine, leaving her completely paralyzed.

Tyler, where the hell had she come from, three weeks ago, Woody burst threw the double doors, his strides cocky and quick.

"What the hell are you so happy about?" she had asked wondering what could have him so worked up.

"I have a date!" he announced happily, picking up an autopsy report and thumbing threw it idly.

"Really!" she nearly choked on her tongue "with who?" she tried not to sound to interested, but he saw the bruised look in her eye.

"This girl I met in L.A., I had to get into this club and I kind of pretended to know her, she's an art history major." He studied her reaction for a long time, sensing the hurt crawling up threw her, he took a step closer to her, but she was out the door before he could get a word in edgewise.

She slumped down in her vinyl chair, prepared to spend another night alone, now that Woody had a life, it seemed they never spent any time together. She sat staring at the phone, somehow wishing he would call, just to talk, like he used to, but things were different no denying that.

"Jordan!" Garret startled her, his frame leaned against the doorway of her office, a smile stained his face.

"What?"

"Why is it that your getting that far off look in your eyes lately?" he asked with a knowing wink.

"No reason." She lied, hiding her feelings, the thing she was best at, building walls quick.

"Could this have something to do with a certain detective finding himself something better to do than serve you hand and foot?"

"No, now is there something you needed?" she huffed, looking pointedly at the file in his hand.

"I thought you might want this one, a dead child star, but obviously your busy pining, so I'll give it to Nigel..." he knew what buttons to push exactly.

"Whoa, where you running off to?" she asked suddenly interested in what he had to say.

"Yeah, Tommy Hawkins,"

"Tommy Hawkins the maple loop kid?"

"None other." Jordan gave a low whistle as she thumbed threw the file.

"Okay, I'll be there."

"Great." He whispered sarcastically. "oh, and Jordan, no hair brained schemes, I don't need it, I got the press biting at my heels, I don't need you too."

"Then why the hell did you ask me?" Jordan joked

"Because I needed the best."

When Jordan arrived at the crime scene Woody was waiting, clipboard wedged between the crook of his arm.

"Hey Jo, how's it going?" he asked in a concerned voice.

"Been better." She replied, better to keep things short and sweet.

"Listen Jord, I've been meaning to talk to you about this whole thing with me and Tyler." He started; she quickly shut him up with a glare.

"It's none of my business." She replied tersely, "What do we got?" she was happy to change the subject

"Tommy Hawkins formerly of the Maple Loops commercial, now found on a street corner in Boston, died of an apparent O.D." Woody shook his head at the irony of it all.

"Look at this." Jordan caught his interest as she turned the body over.

"Is that a..."

"A bullethole, he was murdered." Slapping on her latex gloves, she pulled a plastic card from the small pool of blood gathered under the lifeless body.

"Now that is a room key." Woody said, handing her a plastic bag.

"Hey Wood." She started, as she did his cell phone started screaming. He silently cursed it as he searched for it in the folds of his coat pocket.

The night air was crisp, she could see everyone's breath, each silvery cloud that escaped their lips, it reminded her of the day her mother was killed, though she'd never admit it.

"Hey Ty." Woody said, a broad grin spread across his face. She rolled her eyes, he used to smile like that for her, and only her.

"Hey Tomcat." She said on the other line.

"What do you want?" he muttered playfully

"just wanted to tell you not to eat on your way home cause I made dinner."

"Well aren't I lucky." He teased, she giggled

"I guess you are, see yah Woody baby." She hung up the phone.

Woody turned to see Jordan staring at him doggedly

"What?"

"Nothing." She stated, closing her kit with a slam. He watched her walk away and wondered if he'd ever win with her.

Note: What do you guys think?