Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Crossing Jordan, nor do I own Sitting, Wishing, Waiting, by Jack Johnson.

Sitting, Wishing, Waiting

Jordan's POV:

Jordan watched him storm out of her office. Tears poured down her soft crimson cheeks. It wasn't that she didn't like the ring; the ring scared her. Rings mean commitment and that was something she feared. She pictured the painful expression that played across his face when she returned the ring. She switched on the radio to try and lighten her mood. Jack Johnson filtered through the speakers.

Now I was sitting waiting wishing

That you believed in superstitions

Then maybe you'd see the signs

But Lord knows that this world is cruel

And I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool

Learning loving somebody don't make them love you

"I do love you," she cried, "I just don't know how to tell you."

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?

Must I always be playing, playing your fool?

She felt horrible as she realized she blew her last chance with him, he had waited on her too long.

I sing ya songs I dance a dance

I gave ya friends all a chance

Putting up with them wasn't worth never having you

And maybe you been through this before

But its my first time

So please ignore

The next few lines cause they're directed at you

She looked back at the memories of the dance they played all these years, one step forward, two steps back. Why couldn't she just let him in?

I can't always be waiting, waiting on you

I can't always be playing, playing your fool

I keep playing your part

But it's not my scene

Wont this plot not twist?

I've had enough mystery.

Keep building me up, then shooting me down

Well I'm already down

Just wait a minute

Just sitting waiting

Just wait a minute

Just sitting waiting

She knew it was over, he wasn't waiting on her anymore. She had shot him down for the last time. It was over.

Well if I was in your position

I'd put down all my ammunition

I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long

But Lord knows that I'm not you

And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel

Cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do

Maybe he's right, she thought, we would just kill eachother if we got together. I shouldn't have been so cruel. Tears still flowed down her cheeks and she tried to wipe them away.

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?

Must I always be playing, playing your fool?

No I can't always be waiting, waiting on you

I can't always be playing playing your fool, foool

If only he had have listened to her, she could have said it. She was going to tell him but he left, he wasn't waiting on her anymore. "Happy Birthday, Jordan Cavanaugh," she whispered aloud and once again her birthday was another disaster. Now she had something new to dread about her birthday.