This chapter takes place after Sleep=Bliss, and will be the final one unless someone gives me a great new place to go with it. Its from Nigel's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own CJ or any of its characters...ok?

-----Nigel's apartment next morning-----

I opened my eyes, and was "greeted" by blasting sun streaming into my room. I groggily rolled over and glared at the clock - 6:43. I muttered various curses under my breath, then sat up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible, and my head hurt. I wandered into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I threw on some comfortable clothes and grabbed my keys. I had to be at the office in 10 minutes, and with the fresh coat of snow, it wasn't gonna be fun. I jogged out to the parking garage and stared at the spot where my truck should have been. Then I remembered. (You walked home yesterday...take the bike.) I pulled on my helmet, and took off. The air was cold, and there wasn't anyone out on the streets except for some kids walking to the school. On the way, I thought about what I was going to say to Jordan. I have plenty of time - the traffic was a damn mess. Somebody had skidded into a tree, and I saw the coroner's van on the scene. (Oh great...another case.) I parked my bike next to Jordan's truck, then walked into the building. The heaters were on full blast, thank God. I was calm until I stepped into the elevator. My heart rose into my throat as I got closer up. ("Why the hell am I so damn nervous?!") As soon as the doors opened, I froze. It only lasted a second, but it seemed like a lifetime. I walked up to Lily's little desk, grabbed the sign in board, scribbled my name, and set it down. I glanced around and saw Lily chasing after Bug down the hall...Jordan was in Autopsy One. Garret was in his office, leafing through this giant stack of papers with a bored look on his face. I slipped into my office, pulled of my jacket, and set it on the counter with my helmet. Bug wandered into the room gazing into a jar. "Hey mate! Found a new one there?" I tried not to laugh.

"No...for your information this is a rare African fly...and I'm studying it. So leave me alone." He walked back out of the room after picking up a book on insects. Obviously, he wasn't in the best of moods. I realized I should probably go talk to Garret and apologize for last night. I walked into his office and sat on the edge of his chair. He looked up at me, and slowly sighed.

"What do you want Nigel?" He glared at me, then his face lightened. "You still got that headache?"

"Yeah, just a little though. How are you today?"

He eyed me cautiously-"Fine...how about you?"

"I'm good." In reality, I was as nervous as all hell. I was just hiding it.

"I don't think you are. When else would you willing drag yourself into my office?"

Damn. He got me. "I wanted to apologize for last night and my actions..." My voice cracked and I grabbed at my throat.

Shaking his head, he replied. "Nigel, we all have bad days once in awhile. Don't worry about it."

I immediately felt better. "Can I talk to Jordan yet?" His face fell.

"Nigel, I would prefer if you didn't, but I know you're going to anyways...so be subtle ok?" I nodded. As long as I could talk to her, it's good. I bowed a thanks, then ducked out of his office.

I actually didn't talk to her until later. She was in autopsy all day working on a case. She actually came to me.

"Nigel, I need you to find me all you can on this John Doe alright? Where he was...who he was with...you know...the usual. I nodded, and grabbed the vials she was holding. She started to walk out, but I stopped her.

"Hey, Love...wait." She turned to face me. "I...I just wanted to apologized for that hell of a mess I got you in the other night..." I paused, because my voice was about to break. "...I should have never have put you in that type of situation."

She blankly stared at me. "Nigel, you think that was your fault?"

"I don't think it...I know it was." I nodded.

"Why the hell would you think THAT?"

"Because!" I slammed my hand on the desk. "Because I ran that bloody print! Because I told you what it matched! Because I didn't stop you....I let you leave....then you almost got killed..." My voice trailed off weakly.

She was surprised. "Nigel, I was fine."

"Jordan - if I had lost you...I don't know what I'd have done with myself."

She jumped up and hugged me tight. "Nigel, thank you. And I feel the same way about you."

I looked down at her. "You do?" She nodded, then pulled me tighter. "So...this means Nige can't be stupid and run off to find his archenemy without telling me alright?!"

I laughed..."Dammit Jordan...if you insist." I grew quiet. "Then I should be the one doing the thanking around here."

She grabbed the vials off the desk. "Stomach contents and blood. For you."

I bowed. "My God! It's just what I've always wanted!" I laughed, and grabbed them out of her hands.

"I knew you'd love 'em!" She walked out of the room, and yelled behind her. "Thanks Nige!"

I watched her leave, then smiled. Softly - "No Jordan, thank you."

END

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