A/N: HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER. I HAVE TO WARN YOU NOW, IT WILL END IN A CLIFFHANGER…AND IT WILL BE A BIGGIE. THANKS FOR THE WONDERFUL REVIEWS, I'M SO HAPPY YOU GUYS LIKE THE STORY…PLEASE CONTINUE TO REVIEW. CROSSONG JORDAN DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.

CHAPTER 4: REALIZATIONS

Work had been slow, which was a good thing, there were always lower incidents of violent crime around the holidays. Woody was leaving a little earlier than usual, being stuck in the station house all winter was wearing his nerves thin, so whenever the opportunity arrived, he took it.

Woody came into the kitchen to find Jordan cleaning off the countertops while Millie played with the refrigerator magnets. "And how are my two favorite girls today?", he greeted happily. Millie looked up and squealed, "Daddy!", jumping up and into Woody's open arms. Jordan didn't bother to look up, she just kept to her scrubbing. "Hey Princess", he said snuggling Millie close.

He came closer and tugged at Jordan's arm. "Do you have a kiss for Daddy too?", he grinned. She gave a small smile and wordlessly bent down to peck him on the cheek. "Well that wasn't much of a kiss Mommy", he joked, his smile fading when he saw the morose look on Jordan's face. Woody instantly became concerned. "What's wrong Jo?", he asked.

Jordan took a deep breath. "The doctors office called today, your test results are in", she started to say. Judging from her expression, Woody was certain the news was bad. Felling guilty for their problems, he began to apologize. "Jordan, I'm sorry…..we got lucky with Millie, I guess", he said, hugging his little girl tighter. "We should have done this sooner, before I put you through all of this", he added, referring to the miscarriage. "I just never wanted to admit I could be defective…"

"You're not", Jordan blurted. "What?", Woody asked. She looked over at him with wide eyes. "You're not defective", she emphasized, rolling her eyes. "You're fine.…perfectly capable of fathering another child…". a huge grin started to spread across Woody's face. "Woohoo", he yelped, spinning Millie around. " 'gain Daddy, 'gain", Millie cheered, bouncing on Woody's lap.

Woody laughed. "By this time next year, you'll be playing with a little brother or sis.…Jordan what's wrong?", Woody asked when he saw his wife's head bow down. She shook her head. "They said you were fine.…it seems as though, I'm the defective one", she revealed, her hand still circling around the same spot she'd been cleaning for about five minutes now. Woody placed his hand on hers, stopping the movement.

She threw the rag down and walked away, sitting down at the far end of the table. Woody came over, Millie still tucked contently on his lap. "What did they say?", he asked worriedly. "It's what they didn't say….they want me to come in for some tests. The nurse said there were some abnormal hormone levels in my blood work, but that's all she would say", Jordan explained. "I have an appointment with Melissa in three weeks, when she gets back from her vacation".

"What does that mean, abnormal?", Woody asked. Jordan shrugged. "It could mean a number of things, but if I don't know what levels are abnormal, I cant guess what's wrong…..I mean, I'm a doctor…why couldn't she just tell me what…", Jordan rambled. "Jordan, you're a patient first…a doctor second", he reminded her. Jordan nodded sadly. "It's probably nothing…lets not worry until we know more", he said comfortingly, putting his arm around her shoulder and squeezing her tight. Jordan smiled and laid her head into his chest, she felt safe and loved.…but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong.

Jordan couldn't concentrate, the last few days were difficult. She was tired and irritable, and her problems were starting to get in the way with her responsibilities at work and at home.

"Stop squirming Mil", Woody chuckled, trying toget the clean diaper fastened. "Jordan we're late", he called from the nursery. Jordan walked in wearing a silver beaded cocktail dress and matching heels. "Wow, you look...stunning", Woody gasped.

Jordan stood provocatively, in the doorway. "New year, new me", she replied, trying to keep up her strong facade. "I just need to put my shirt and tie on...that is, ifcI can get this wiggle worm into her pajamas", he laughed as Millie tried to free herself from his grasp.

"Emily Grace, stay still, so Daddy can dress you", Jordan snapped. Woody gave Jordan a surprised look, Millie burried her head into her daddy's chest, in shame. He finished dressing the baby then turned to glance at his wife. She shot him a hollow look and walked out.

"It's about damn time you two got here, I was about to report you both missing", Cal joked as he answered the door. The New Year's eve party at Calvin and Colleen's place was in full force by the time Woody and Jordan got there; after first dropping Millie off at Max's for the night.

Jordan was sipping her champange and mingling with the other guests,when Colleen and her visibly pregnant sister, Bridget came out of the kitchen. Jordan came up and hugged them both. "Okay Bridget, what is it this time?", Jordan asked, patting Bridget's belly. "It's a girl", she shrieked with delight. "After three boys, I thought for sure, I'd be having another".

"Isn't it exciting", Bridget exclaimed, looking at her sister and putting her hand on Colleen's stomach. "Maybe we'll both have girls". Jordan's smile completely disappeared from her face, her stomach dropped and she felt flushed. "You're pregnant too?", she asked loudly. "Why didn't you tell us?"

The guests turned toward the commotion. "With everything you've been going through", Colleen said shakily. "Woody told us about the test results...we didn't want to upset you...". Jordan turned to Woody. "You knew about this and you didn't tell me?", she yelled. Woody shifted uncomfortably. "Jordan, maybe we should talk about this at home", he offered quietly.

"No Woody", she spat, turning to the crowd. "So what else are you guys keeping from me...Bug, Sydney?...Nigel, how about you?", she asked angrily. Garret took her by the arm and ecsorted her into the front hall. "What the hell is wrong with you?", he asked sternly. "Nothing I'm fine", she answered, shrugging his hand off. "You've been side-tracked, moody and now this...I'm worried about you, Jordan", Garret added.

Woody entered cautiously. "Jordan, I think we should go", he said disappointedly. Garret nodded in agreement, "Woody's right, go home and relax...I think you need some time to yourself, maybe take a few days off of work...". Jordan stared daggars into him. "You're right Gar, I do need some time off...I quit", she yelled, grabbing her purse and coat and running out the front door.

Woody opened the front door, the apartment felt cold and empty. "Jordan", he called out, even though he knew she wasn't home; her parking spot was empty. Garret and Woody had driven around town looking for Jordan's car, after she had stormed out of Cal's house.Woody had even called Max, checking forher as he checked up on Millie...Jordan wasn't there.

The house was dark except for the light above the kitchen sink...and the light in their bedroom. Woody pushed forward, stopping at the bedroom door. He took in the sight before him; clothes strewn onto the bed and floor. He manuvered around the mess to the bed, he immediately picked up the phone.

"Dad, it's me...yes,I mean no, I'm not just calling to check on Millie again. It's Jordan...she's gone", Woody took in a deep breath and continued, a sense of dread growing inside him. "Yes I'm sure...she left a note. She packed a bag and took the cash we had tucked away...and Dad...she took her gun".