Woody stayed with Jordan for a week, making sure the California agents knew what they were supposed to do and making sure that Jordan was comfortable with them. Reluctantly, he had gotten ready to fly back to New York.

"You'll be fine here, Jo," he said, not sure if he was reassuring himself or her more. "I'll get back and get this case solved. Then we'll try to get your life back to normal." He was standing in front of the mirror, struggling to get his tie tied right.

"I'll miss you," she said, walking over to him and helping him straighten it, then leaning in for a kiss.

Woody grinned back at her before he kissed her. His "G-man arrogance" had been left behind that night on the couch. He felt like her Farm Boy again. The week had been a series of "catch-me-up-on-this" talks sandwiched in between bouts of lovemaking. She could still rock his world. "I'll hurry as fast as I can. When I talked to Winstead this morning, he said an arrest was pretty close."

Jordan made a rude sound. Winstead was not her favorite person and she feared that once Woody got back to New York, his FBI mask might show up again. "You'll call me and keep me in the loop?"

"As much as I can, sweetie, as much as I can." He swung his suitcase off the bed and took it down the hall. Jordan followed. Taking her in his arms, he looked into her eyes. "Promise me something?"

Jordan nodded.

"Promise me you'll be careful, and do everything these agents say. They're good men and they will look after you almost as well as I do. Call me if you get scared or if something doesn't feel right."

"I will. Call me when you get back to New York?"

"Will do." Woody bent and kissed her one more time. "I gotta go."

Reluctantly, Jordan let him go. The next weeks were going to be hard. With one more quick kiss, he was gone. She went back inside and flopped down in front of the TV. She had a feeling she was going to be watching a lot more television than normal.

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The flight back to New York was uneventful. Woody got back home and made his way to the office. Winstead was waiting for him.

"Got her settled and taken care of?"

"Yeah. The California people are good at their jobs. She'll be fine."

"Well, let's get you caught up."

Winstead explained how far the bureau had gotten since Woody had been gone. After coordinating the evidence from the crime scene in Boston, they had mapped a plan. With Scalanti gone, then the next obvious person in line to take his place was a guy that went by the name Joey Visca. Gavanotitch would logically be gunning for him now. And as far as the bureau could tell, while they were still looking for Jordan, the mob was now more interested in Visca. It seems they had decided they would take care of the ME when she came back to New York to testify.

Now it was simply a matter of watching Visca.

So for the next several days, Woody and the other agents were watching Visca. Day and night. Twenty-four seven. Finally Gavanotitch made a move and was promptly brought down by the agents. He was transferred to a hospital and put under 24-hour watch.

It was hoped that eventually he would talk – turn over even more information. With some persuasion, he finally agreed to cooperate in return for a new identity while he was in prison. Woody had hoped that Gavanotitch would plea out, so that Jordan could come home and not have to testify.

He called her from his cell phone at the hospital. "It's over, Jordan. You can be on the next flight out. You're coming home."

"Home?" Jordan thought. She now connected Woody with that word. "Home? New York or Boston?"

She got her answer soon enough. The California agents told her to pack and be ready. She was booked to be on the next flight out to Boston.

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Jordan squinted at the bright sunshine as she left the plane. It had been a direct flight. It wasn't until they were landing that she realized that no one knew she was coming back home. Sighing, she reached for her cell phone. She'd call Garrett or Nigel. One of them would come and get her.

"Hey love, need a lift?"

Jordan turned at the familiar voice. It was Nigel. "How did you know?" she asked, hugging him for all she worth.

"Got a call from New York. Some G-man told me he couldn't make it, that he was busy tying up the loose ends of the case and asked me if I could pick you up and make sure you got home safely."

Jordan grinned. Leave it to Woody.

"Ready to go home?"

"More than you'll ever know, Nige."

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Returning to her apartment and her life as a Boston ME, Jordan wondered where she and Woody would go from there. They still talked, sometimes several times a day. He loved her, missed her, but had made no mention of their future. Jordan sighed. Could she do a long distance relationship? For Woody, she could. At least she thought she could...but not seeing him everyday...it was difficult.

After one trying afternoon in autopsy, she went back to her office. It was late and everyone else had left, even Nigel. She began to work on her reports when her cell phone rang.

"Cavanaugh."

"Hey – it's Woody."

"G-man...what's happening?"

"You know, I actually miss being called Farm Boy."

Jordan chuckled. "Never thought I'd hear you say that." She got up from her desk and walked to her fax machine to send the reports over to the DA, her back to her office door.

"Do you miss me?" he asked.

Jordan was silent for a moment. Finally, getting control over a voice she knew was going to be shaky at best, she replied, "Woody, I can't stand this. I miss you so much. I need to know...do I need to come to New York?"

"Boston losing its charm?"

"No...it's not that. I just want to be with you."

"But Boston's your home, Jor."

Jordan sighed. "I don't know anymore, Wood."

"So now you're wondering where home is?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Do you remember what you told me when I went out to California the first time...when I got introduced to the Sunset Division? You came all the way out there just to make sure I came back to Boston. Do you remember what you told me?"

She thought for a minute. "Yeah, home is right behind you."

"Don't you think you should take the same advice?"

Jordan slowly turned around. There, leaning against the door of her office was Woody. He flipped his phone shut and walked over to her. Sweeping her up in a tight hug, he said, "I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to see you."

Jordan had buried her head in his neck, clinging to him. She was half afraid this was some vision her head had come up with. It took her a minute to realize he was real...really in her office...really back in Boston. Finally, lifting her head, she grabbed him and kissed him until he was begging for air.

Sitting down on her office couch together, she hesitated to ask, but had to know. "How long are you here for?"

"I just get into town and you're trying to get rid me?" Woody teased.

"No. Just need to know how long I have to enjoy you...I need to pace myself, you know. I've been out of practice for a few weeks."

Woody chuckled. "What if I told you may have to pace yourself for a very long time?"

Jordan was confused. "Whaa?"

"I got a call from Winslow the other night. He and I have been talking a lot with this Scalanti case. He told me a couple of things. First, he said you were missing me too much for your own good. Then he said that there was a position open at the Boston PD that he thought I'd be perfect for. It's in special ops. The pay was just as good as the bureau's and I could come back to Boston.

"So I flew in today and interviewed. The job is mine if I want it. I just have to let them know." He looked at Jordan carefully.

"So did you tell them yes?"

"Not yet. It depends."

"Depends? Depends on what?" Jordan couldn't imagine why he might turn down a job like this.

"It depends on if this is still home for me." Woody looked at her, the question in his eyes.

Jordan looked into those blue eyes that knew her better than she knew herself. They had been through so much together and too many years had slipped through their fingers. It was time to make up for all those lost opportunities. "You're home, Farm Boy," she said, catching him up in another kiss. "You're home."