A Simple Twist of Fate (Or Love) 2

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine and I'm not making any money out of spending hours of my day obsessing over them.

Author's note: I'm so sorry for the delay. When I started writing this fic I had everything in my head, but then I started another fics of the other show I love and this one ended in the botton of my fic list. But now it's finally here and I hope you enjoy this chapter even with the shortness. I just wanted to post something since it was long I didn't post anything.

Also, thank you so much for all the nice reviews I received. All feedback was accepted with shrieks of glee. :) Read this chapter and review, but please, no flames, unless it's really, really necessary. (I truly hope it's not)

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Chapter Two

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"Morning sunshine." Nige greeted me stepping on my way to my office. His 'Nigel's smile' on his face that way it always was when something was in his mind.

"Morning, Nige." I smiled back at him and I think I let the words out too enthusiasm because he looked at me with a puzzled look.

"Happy today, aren't we?" He chuckled the words out.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You just seem... more cheery today."

"Jordan?" Garret's voice called me; interrupting whatever else Nigel was going to say, saving me from whatever interrogation I'd find myself. I was surprised Nigel could read me so well like that.

"What's up, Garret?" I asked and smiled, relieved at him, a gesture that seemed to confuse him as Nigel walked away chuckling softly to himself, which made me cast a quick curious look at him.

"A man was found dead this morning and I want you at the site." He said handing me a small paper with the address.

"Ok." I said and turned to leave.

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The drive to the site took me about twenty minutes and the place was already full of cops and people. It was so weird that people got curious about dead bodies. I mean, people die all the time, there's no mysterious in it. How could a dead body catch much more attention than a sick person, asking money on the streets?

As I got out of the car and walked to the house, my eyes unconsciously searching for any signs of Woody in the crowd. 'Stop it...' I mentally muttered and would have slapped my head if one my hands wasn't occupied with my kit and the other wasn't blindly waving ahead of me as if trying to show a point to whoever my inner self was arguing with.

I walked up the stairs and squeezed myself to pass between the cops in front of the house after I showed my ID. And, right in the minute I got inside the house, who do I find? Exactly! Woody Hoyt of course...

He was talking to one of the cops in there and when his eyes found me he smiled and excused himself from the cop to walk towards me. "Jordan, hey."

"Woody." I smiled back. Hell, what else could I do? What else could I do?? It was like somebody else was taking control over my body because I don't control over it. It smiled by its own will and moved by its own will whenever Woody was near me... "Where's the body?"

"Upstairs." He said pointing at that general direction with one hand as the other went to my back, to gently rest there and guide me.

Seriously, it would be really hard to work if Woody stayed close to me. And he always did. God, please help me.... Woody needed to have more work to do. Away from me. I didn't mean to seem so rude, but at this very moment his proximity was troublesome, it was making me feel things I didn't want to feel. Feelings I wasn't ready to face yet. And his hand on my back wasn't helping matters.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs I could see the bathroom door open and a red colored liquid shyly peeking out of the illuminated room. Walking further inside I saw a white man laying on the floor, his face turned away from me and this way I could see a small hole on the side of his head from where blood flowed freely.

"So, the cause of death is this hole in the head, right?"

Lord, he was so close his voice was almost whispered and his warm breath trickled my hair. I unconsciously shuddered and tried to clean my throat silently. "Probably. But I need to examine him to make sure of the cause of death."

"Of course." He gave me his boyish smile as he crouched on the floor to look at the man closely. I bit my lip nervously and crouched too then put my kit o the floor and took from there the white latex gloves. Now I needed to examine him superficially and send him to the morgue. Woody got up again and handed me a plastic bag he grabbed from a table in the bathroom. "We found a gun in the man's hand. The PD forensics will examine it, but if you want you can come too."

I smiled thankfully at him and looked back at the body. Since from the first time we met, Woody was always very helpful and much more easy to work with than the general cops from the PD. He always let me be part of what he did, asked me my opinion and searched for my approval. In the beginning he always called for me, medical examiner Dr. Cavanaugh. The first time he actually asked for me I was a bit surprised when I arrived at the site of murder and found him. But to the honest, I liked that, even if it was hard for me to say this, I liked because it showed how much he depended on me, how much he needed me.

Woody was so happy, always feeling so up and it was overly good to be near him because his always good mood was contagious. Seeing him acting like a child on Christmas morning was very exciting. He made me smile even though I never noticed it and I felt good with myself when he was around and I never noticed it either. He was someone you could talk to so easily; things would just come out with their own will when we talked. I felt comfortable with him.

Even after we had kissed in L.A. I felt comfortable. I mean, I should feel weird, feel uncomfortable around him, and feel... I don't know, strange, but I didn't. Even then I was so at easy that when he asked for a 'for the road' kiss it still felt right and ok. We still felt comfortable around each other. And this was one of the best things in our relationship, we didn't need to avoid each other because of stupid things we did. Not that kissing him was stupid, because, Jesus, that was the best kiss I ever had...

"I don't think it's necessary." I smiled again, showing him I was ok with that and resumed doing my job.

"Ok. So, I'll just hand this to the other guy." He waved his hand holding the plastic bag and left the room and, when he was out of sight, the air in the bathroom suddenly seemed to be more... respirable because I took in a deep breath just then noticing how much I needed air to keep me alive, not knowing I had stopped breath somewhere between his touch at the botton of the stairs or when he breathed out in my hair.

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I took a sip of my hot coffee and rubbed my eyes tiredly. I don't know what was happening to me but I was sure Woody was a big part of it. It wasn't complicated. I mean; I knew he wanted me, right? It was obvious, he had told me before, and he had said he liked me. But what I didn't know was what I felt for him. Was it only a growing attraction? Or was it a growing love instead? That's where my problem got bigger because either way wasn't good, either way I would run from. I couldn't just have good sex with him and want to get out and if it was love I just couldn't let myself fall for him, I couldn't have something with him just to get hurt later, or worse, hurt him.

It was a huge problem. I cared too much about Woody. Maybe more than I ever cared about someone.

I brought my hand up and ran my fingers through my hair in a nervous kind of way, taking a few locks from my eyes and rubbed my face. Ever since I was 19 I always wondered how it would be when I found the one for me, if I found him. I always wondered if I would fall in love and feel something so deeply for someone else and when I met Lisa this only increased my inquiry. I don't know what was wrong with me because if I wanted to find the one for me why I always ran away when a kind and nice man showed up on my door, ready to love me? Was I so scared to give in because of my mother's death? Because I was afraid of losing a person I loved so much again? Why had I built up that wall around my heart if I wanted to find someone to love?

I sighed and stared at the floor, looking at the old made random figures on it. My God, it was so hard. It was all blanks lines, a virgin white paper, nothing to give me answer, no one to give them to me. It would be so easy if there was a book where we could look into when we needed difficult answers... But just when we need these answers, books don't give them. They're useless to important issues. My eyes were still focused on the floor as though it could provide all of the answers I had ever looked for as I found myself wondering how it would feel to kiss him again.

I just want a small moment of happiness, just a bit of certain of what to do, sure that if I gave in Woody would still be there for me, that if we got together and one day we broke up we would still be friends like we were now. That none of what we had would change to worse. If I had a small clue of that, then maybe I could move forward.

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I don't know why, but I was staring at the phone now and then as if I was waiting a call or maybe I wanted to make one. I was getting freaking ridiculous... I shook my head and stared back at my computer screen. Since I was in my lunch break I could finish some paperwork.

"Hey, you're not going out to lunch?"

I looked up and met Garret's concerned face. I smiled at him and shook my head. "Nah, I'm not hungry. I'll stuck here and finish some paperwork."

"You sure? You can come with me."

"I'm fine, Garret. Thank you."

"Ok, but don't stay without eating for too long. You need food inside you. I don't want to have to examine you on one of those tables."

I laughed softly and he ended laughing too. "Don't worry Garret. You stuck with for a long while."

"Good to know." He smiled again and waved a hand as he walked away. I watched him go until where I couldn't see him anymore and just when I was ready to resume my work, the phone rang.

"Cavanaugh."

"Hey, you free now?"

I stopped everything I was doing as if I had been frozen. I could do nothing but focus only on his sweet voice, though I couldn't find my voice when an electric shiver ran through my body. "Hey." I finally breathed out. "Yeah, hmm, I have nothing to do, why?"

"I thought we could grab lunch together."

"That sounds good. I know this place..."

"If it's new I'm going nowhere near it." He cut me off with his chuckled sentence.

I chuckled too as I remembered our last attempt to go to a new restaurant. We ended on the line to get inside during almost al our lunch break and the rest of it we got a call from work. And seriously, Woody is really annoying when he has no food inside him. "Nowhere new. Promise."

"Good."

"Maybe the Chinese across the street?"

"Sounds good to me. I'll be there in ten."

"Ok. See you then." I said and waited his reply before hanging up. You know, strangely enough, suddenly I felt that starving thing in me.

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As soon as I stepped out of the building I saw his car pulling up in front of me. He opened his door and with a big smile spread across his face he got out. Like I said, he was always so happy. He was so... I don't know. Radiant. I don't even know if that describes it. Maybe it's beyond radiant. Some word that isn't even in the dictionary or exist at all. What I know though, is that not a single breath came out of me while I stood there and stared at him. He looked really good in work clothes and this time he wasn't using a ridiculous tie.

I gulped, as that smile spread didn't leave his face. He was moving towards me. Closer, closer, and then all of a sudden, so close that it came to the point where I swear, I could hear his heartbeat and feel it against my own. Those light blue eyes of his looked up at me and no matter how I dared to try, I just could absolutely not look away. The beat of my heart suddenly turned into rapid ones and I thought my heart was about to burst out from the way it was beating.

"Hey."

"Hey." I answered completely out of reflex.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah." He smiled again and I smiled back at him then he sneaked his arm through mine and linked our arms. We walked over and while doing so; he stood closer to me, pulling me to him since our arms were linked. It was more than I asked for at the moment and I was happy for that.

His touch was so soothing. I had never noticed that, but then, at that very moment, as we walked together, crossing the street, I felt as if nothing else in the world mattered, as if I didn't need anything else. The first time we met I felt some kind of odd connection with him and as we grew closer and became friends this feeling became stronger too. It was strong enough to make me go all the way to California just to make sure he would come back to me.

He took his arm from mine and put it around my shoulder, bringing me even closer. God, it felt so good. I felt so good in his arms; it felt so right. And again he sent me shivers as his fingers touched my bare arm and all I wanted was to turn and kiss him, to prove to myself he tasted as good as I remembered. Because his smell was as good as it was back then.

He tilted his head, turning it so he could look at me and I saw that twinkle in his eyes as a smile formed over his lips. "This better be a good place since I'm paying."

I smile too and poked him on the side, make him shriek and pull away a bit and before I miss his warmth he pulled me back to him. "Of course you are." I said half playing half serious and smirked.

He didn't say anything; he just stared at me and smirked back. Then turned his attention back to the streets.

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