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10 Years
Woody approached Alan's desk tapping his fingers against the folder he held in one hand, "Hello."
"Ah you want to take my case for me?" Alan asked.
"No, I'm going over to the M.E.'s office. You need anything dropped off?"
"Well," Alan glanced at his watch, "It's about time. I've got a date in twenty minutes though so why don't you take this over to Jordan for me."
Woody took the two folders Alan held out. "Don't get used to this."
He got off the elevator into an empty foyer. The room really hadn't changed at all right down to Heather still being at the reception desk. He nodded to her and started back toward Jordan's office.
"I'll need to see some id," Heather called after him.
He returned to the desk pulling out his id wallet. "Sorry, I forgot about that."
"You-," her eyes darted from the id to his face and back several times. "This can't be yours."
"Trust me that is my picture. It was taken two weeks ago, and yes I am me."
"Right," she shook her head. "Do you still know where everything is?"
"I've only been gone ten years. I remember it just fine," He grinned at her before started back down the hall. Garret's office, Lilly's, Nigal's, the lab, and finally Jordan's. A woman was just leaving and he nodded holding the door for her then slipping inside letting the door shut behind him.
Jordan barely glanced at him from her desk. "The exits down the hall and to the left."
He grinned as a moved to lean against the corner of her desk, noticing as he did how beautiful she was. He tossed the folders down in front of her, "I just got here. Do I have to leave?"
Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head for a second then, "Woody!" She was on her feet with her arms wrapped around his neck drawing him into the best kiss he'd ever had. "Woody," she was breathless and her smile took his breath away.
He grinned down at her, "Do you still want me to leave?"
"God no," another kiss, "If you do I will kill you."
"Yes ma'am," Woody was dimly aware of the door opening behind him as he kissed Jordan again. Then someone barreled into his side throwing both him and Jordan down on to the couch.
"You stay away from my mommy!" Blows began to rain down on his head.
"Hey, hey," Woody twisted trying to grab the hands pummeling him as one slammed into his eye and another hit his lip. He managed to grab a boy's wrists a second before recognizing the boy they belonging to. "Jackson!" He and Jordan yelled at the same time. "Jackson I would never hurt her!"
Jackson stopped struggling with wide eyes, "daddy!" Woody let go of his wrists as he fell forward wrapping his arms around Woody's neck. "Daddy your back!" he pulled back, "I'm sorry daddy. Are you going to stay this time?"
Woody looked into Jackson's face and then at Jordan seeing the same questions reflected in her eyes. "Yes," this was what he'd come back for. He reached over drawing Jordan into the hug.
Woody watched Jackson sleep for a minute before shutting his door and going toward the kitchen. "How've you been?"
Jordan looked down at the stack of papers in her hands, "I don't really feel like you've left. You sent these didn't you?"
He didn't have to see the handwriting, or to read the simple heartfelt word written on them to know what she was referring to. He ran a hand threw his hair leaning on the counter. "My father left when I was a kid and was never around. I always swore I would never do that to my son. I knew when I first saw him that he was my son; it was in your eyes. Then I couldn't live with it. I tried but I couldn't. Every time I looked at you and Jackson I heard your screams. Just the thought of either of you made me relive that. Then his first words are calling me father. I couldn't take it. There was someone else to be tormented. I needed more help; I couldn't stay here," he took a deep breath.
"So I went to Wisconsin and got the help I needed. When I started working I knew that it was too soon for me to come back but I wanted to be here so badly. I did the only thing I think of in writing those letters; but I also thought I knew what it would put you through if you saw my signature and I couldn't bring myself to do that."
"I had to keep telling Jackson that I didn't know if you were coming back," Jordan said not looking up. "You'll never know what its like," she looked up pain, anger and tears in her eyes, "what it's like telling your son that you don't know if his father even wanted him. Telling him that you can only dream that he will come back. Explaining to him why his father couldn't go to school like all the other kids fathers did," the tears spilled on to her cheeks.
"I'm sorry Jordan," he reached out to her and she didn't fight. She let him draw her close as she sobbed against his chest. "I'm sorry, Jordan."
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