A/N- This chapter is one of the shorter ones. I have really gotten into this story and have several chapters that are nearly done, I just need to edit them a bit. Thanks for the feedback, keep it coming! As always, please read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own no part of Crossing Jordan.

Chapter 7- The Question

Woody came around the corner and she almost ran into him. "Jordan, are you ok?"

"I'm fine Woody, my head is starting to hurt."

"Now see, this is exactly why the doctor told you to stay home. Let's go. I am taking you straight home and putting you to bed," Woody replied. For once, Jordan didn't argue, she just rested her head on his chest and took in his scent. "Come on, let's go," he said much gentler.

The ride home was short. Jordan was quiet and seemed reflective. This worried Woody. Was she changing her mind? What had she and Garret talked about that left her so quiet? Jordan Cavanaugh was rarely quiet.

"Here we are, Jo. You go in and lay down. I'm going to make a run at Yang Chow's. I'll pick up your favorite," he said, grinning.

"Thanks Woods," she replied. She still seemed almost in a daze. She turned and headed into the apartment. She laid down on the couch and drifted off to sleep.

Woody came in and saw she was sleeping. He stood for a moment staring at her. He loved this idea. This idea of him running out to get them food, of coming home to see her asleep on the couch, the idea of this being their time. He went over to give her a quick peck on the cheek. Unfortunately, that was enough to wake her. "I didn't mean to wake you, go on back to sleep."

"No, it's ok, I'm really hungry. I can nap later," Jordan responded. She sat up and Woody brought her the food. They ate together, the distant look in her eye really worried Woody. So many times they had come so close yet she pushed him away. He wouldn't let her this time, he was here for good.

"Jordan, what's wrong? You seem so...distant. Please tell me you aren't having second thoughts about us." Jordan remained silent. "Jordan? Did you mean what you said to me back there on the mountain?"

"Woody, of course I meant it. I love you, that hasn't changed. I just...I don't know. I'm just scared," she said very softly.

"I'm scared too, Jo." Jordan stopped eating and looked at Woody. He took both of their plates and set them on the table. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his chest. She felt like she was in heaven. There was no place in the world she would rather be than right here. He pushed her gently away so that he could look her in the eye. "Jordan, I love you more than you could ever know. I have since that first day I saw you and you made fun of my tie." A smile came to both of their faces.

"What if we mess up? What if…"

"What if we don't? We both want it to work. It will take work, I'm not saying things will always be easy, but Jo this is what is right."

"Is it? Is this the right time?"

"Jordan, look at me. Can you honestly say you love me?" She nodded. "Can you honestly say you want to be with me?" She nodded again, a small smile creeping at the corners of her mouth. "Then what about it makes this the wrong time?"

"I don't know Woody. I just want every thing to be perfect. I want our dreams to match up. I want our goals to be the same."

"Jordan my only goal and dream is you. Whatever you want is what I want. I want to marry you, I want you to have our children. I want the white picket fence. But, if you wanted us to live in this apartment just the two of us, until we grow old, that would be fine with me. As long as I have you, there is nothing else I want." Jordan started to tear up. She was fighting it though. She did not want him to see her cry.

"Today when you were at the morgue, I didn't go to the precinct."

"Great, Woody! Choose now to admit to me that you lied." She was upset. Here he is being all sentimental and sharing his feelings, then he has to go and tell her that he lied to her? "Where did you go?" Jordan asked, perplexed and annoyed. Woody felt the tension. He had a split second to decide if this was the right time. He took a deep breath.

Woody got down on one knee. "Jordan, I love you, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" The room fell silent. Jordan had no idea this was coming. She assumed that in the near future it might, but not today. She was caught completely off guard. "Jordan?"

"Woody…" her voice trailed off. Woody was getting very nervous. Maybe he should have waited. She wasn't ready for this.