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Jordan Zwitkowski paced outside Heidi's hospital room as he waited to take her home. The doctors had declared that both Heidi and baby were fine some time ago, and the whole team had been there and rushed into the room in relief at the declaration. He'd hung back, his feelings still in turmoil.

The hospital had wanted to keep their rehead for a few more hours – just to check on a few things – before sending her home, and so they were all still at the hospital when they received the call out. It would appear that 'Mission High' was planning its grand finale.

He'd volunteered to stay behind.

With each pace, he can't help but think about what an idiot Heidi had been doing what she did – risking her life and her kid's life. It had genuinely scared him. When he'd called her phone and the young woman had answered it and told him that Heidi had gone over the edge, the sinking feeling of doom had not left him until that moment he had pulled her off the cliff. It had been mere seconds – moments! – before the cliff face had given away completely.

He stops pacing when the door opens and a doctor he hadn't seen before steps out of Heidi's room. He moves toward the woman as she turns to face him. 'Are you the husband?'

'Ah no,' said Jordan momentarily thrown. 'There is no husband in the picture. But I'm the one taking her home.'

'Well then, listen up Spud,' said the intimidating woman. 'Ms Wilson and her baby are fine and are free to go home. But Ms Wilson is to take it easy for the next few days. Got it?'

'Got it,' responded Jordan grimly. Moving to head into the room, his path remained blocked by the imposing doctor who was giving him an intense look. 'Um, was there anything else?' he asked gingerly.

'Hmm,' was all the doctor said before she spun on her heel and walked down the hallway in the opposite direction. Shaking his head at the weird behaviour he knocked on the door and opened it when Heidi's voice called out 'come in'.

He'd thought his emotions were under control, but as he stepped into the room and saw Heidi seated on the hospital bed, her back toward him, the anger flared up once again.

'Are you ready to go?'

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When the team had received the call out to the latest idiotic Mission High stunt, Heidi Wilson knew that someone would be remaining behind to give her a lift home, but she had not expected that it would be Jordan. When the knock on the door had sounded, she'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, resting her hand on her swollen abdomen where baby had now settled down. Yelling out the permission to enter, she tensed up when she heard the voice. 'Are you ready to go?'

Easing off the bed, she turned to see Jordan standing in the doorway. She nodded her head dumbly. There were no words exchanged as he stepped forward and picked up her little bag of things. He still didn't speak as he took her elbow and helped her through the hospital and out to the carpark where he opens the car door for her and she steps in. Taking in the tense form of the man driving, she makes the decision to remain silent too as he gripped the steering wheel and drove to her new place.

Continuing to live with her party-mad nurse housemates had been out of a question once she discovered she was pregnant. Firstly her energy levels had sunk to such a low level that leaving the house – or indeed doing anything – after their usual 'let's-get-this-party-started' hour of 8pm was near on impossible. The last time they'd asked her to come out – and it had only been 7:30pm! – she'd responded to their request with a snort.

Secondly, morning sickness in a one-and-a-half bathrooms five-people-shared house was no fun for any of them. And thirdly, she wasn't raising a kid around any of those people. Don't get her wrong, she loved her fellow party freaks to death, but her child was not going not be raised in a place that was Party Central 24/7.

And so, she'd moved out two months ago. She'd managed to find a tiny one-bedroom apartment not far from work. It was small, but at least it was clean, affordable and had good security. The team had helped her move one weekend and it had been a very, ah, cosy arrangement when she'd shouted them pizza that evening and they had all struggled to find a spot on whatever small surface was available. Vince and Chase had called dibs on her teensy weensy balcony and it had been funny watching Dean and Lara fight it out for her one armchair, before Lara had graciously allowed Dean to have it and then promptly plopped herself on his lap, much to his surprise. But he'd recovered quickly and swiped Lara's pizza from her plate in retaliation. She had two dining table chairs, but with one stacked high with boxes, she'd offered the other chair to Jordan, but he'd ordered her to take it as he was content with standing.

As they pull up into her block of units, she can't understand why she is still receiving the silent treatment. Jordan parks the car, turns off the engine and steps out his side, slamming the door shut loudly.

Momentarily stunned, her head flies around when he throws her door upon and he refuses to look at her. He leans over and releases her seat belt catch, breathing heavily. Touching his shoulder, she gave him a querying look. 'What's going on Jordan?'

When his eyes turn to her, she's taken aback. She's never seen anything quite like this in her gentle Jordan's eyes before. 'What you did today was stupid.'

'Maybe. But I'm okay, and so is Amanda,' she replied placing a hand on his cheek. 'You worry too much. We're okay.'

Pulling the seatbelt off her body, she shifts and makes to get out of the car, but her exit is still blocked by Jordan. 'Jord?'

His eyes were black.

It was almost slow motion – just like in those rom coms that she loved so much – as he leaned in closer to her ever so slowly and his lips came crashing down on hers.

Maybe she could blame it on the events of the day – the residual adrenaline and the like – but in reality, she wasn't objecting as her hand slid to the back of his neck and she deepened the kiss. It was a heady sensation as they indulged in a brief make out session, before they both parted panting. He leans his forehead against hers as he utters the next words softly. 'Don't you ever do that again.'

She bites her bottom lip as she caresses the nape of his neck, but the moment is broken when her stomach growls. They both part with a laugh and Jordan rests his hand on her swollen abdomen for a moment before he assists her from the car and they walk up to the unit.

Lying in bed later that night – baby kicking up a storm once again – Heidi looked up at her ceiling as she tried to process what had happened in the car this evening. The kiss was at the forefront of her mind, but as she turned onto her side and pulled up the covers she pushed it aside.

This wasn't the time nor the place.

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