Disclaimer: I still do not own anybody from Crossing Jordan.

Last Time

Just as she was about to walk out Woody came through the door. He strode up to Jordan in about three seconds flat and asked her if he could talk to her.

She glanced at Nigel and said "Sure. Make it quick though I have some paperwork to finish."

Chapter 2

"I just thought that you should know that Lu and I are going out. I meant to tell you sooner, but I've just been so busy lately." He stopped for a second to gauge her reaction then continued "It's not your fault­­-" he was cut off before he could finish.

"You're damn right it's not my fault. You always do this to me and I can't take it anymore. I broke up with JD for you and he was willing to get past the whole sleeping with you thing. Every time I do something right you do something wrong or vice versa. I offered for you to come in and you said you didn't want to be a rebound. Well, you know what! I don't need you." She yelled at him as angry tears started to stain her cheeks "Get out of my face. I never want to talk to you again." She walked up to him and punched him right in the jaw.

With that she stormed out of the room and into the elevator. Woody just stood there bewildered and holding his jaw.

A/N(Nigel may be out of character. I'm not sure because I've never actually seen him get this mad in an episode.)

"Have you lost your damn mind, Hoyt!" Nigel yelled clearly angry.

"Mind your own business."

"She is my friend, so that makes her my business and the next time you go near her, I'll break every bone in your body, you son of a bitch!"

"Did you just threaten me?"

"Umm……YEAH!"

By this time everyone was crowded around the room. Lily made her way through the crowd to calm Nigel down. Bug looked at everyone and said "The show's over people. Get back to work." Everyone hustled to get back to what they were doing.

Same Time

Jordan walked to her car and unlocked it. Then she got in and turned on the ignition. She backed up and sped out of the morgue garage.

As she drove down the street she kept thinking about her fight with Woody. She's had a pretty good bit of fights, but this one was the worst. She didn't know who was to blame. She did know that she loved Woody and that she just wanted everything to end happily ever after. 'Did I ever really love Woody?' She thought with pause

She drove for a while trying to calm down before she drove back to the morgue. She pulled onto the highway and drove towards the morgue. Then she saw it. A big truck had pulled into her lane. She swerved. She saw a flash of light and then everything went black.

The Morgue

30 minutes later

Nigel was glad Woody had left. He had no right treating Jordan like that. Especially in front of her coworkers. He and Bug were sitting in autopsy talking about the fight when his cell phone rang.

"Townsend." He answered and turned pale at something the woman on the phone had said "I'm on my way."

He jumped up, ran, and only stopped long enough to tell Bug what happened. Then he decided to take the stairs and ran as fast as he could. He hopped on his motorcycle and sped away. 'I hope she's okay.' He thought in worry

The Hospital

10 minutes later

He ran into the hospital and straight to the nurse's desk. "I'm looking for Jordan Cavanaugh?" He asked and then said "She was in a car accident."

"I'm sorry sir, but she's in surgery. If you go wait over there," She pointed to the waiting room "I'll have the doctor come see you."

He walked over to the waiting room and paced. Just then Garret, Lily, and Bug came into the waiting room. "Do you know anything, Nige?" Bug asked.

"No. I'm waiting for the doctor to make his way in here and tell me her condition."

By this time everyone was crying. They didn't know what to expect. None of them could imagine her dead, so they had to think positive.

The doctor walked in with a look on his face that said he had some bad news for them. Nigel was the first to speak. "How is she, Doc?"

A/N I hope I left you wondering what was gonna happen next. Press the review button even if it's to leave ideas. I'm not saying I will use all of your ideas, but I would love to hear them. I love constructive criticism.