"Is he here, yet?" asked Garrett.

"Yeah, I picked him up from the airport and took him home. He's going to meet us later tonight. I explained the set up and he's ready," said Woody. He and Garrett were walking down the hallway at the morgue.

"I hope this brings the rest of her memory back," said Garrett. "It's been awful watching her struggle with her past – trying to remember, going through the interventions."

Woody nodded. It was one of the most painful experiences he had ever encountered. But yesterday – yesterday had been exceptional on many levels. At least part of her memory had returned. And she and he had made some great new memories. He could feel himself grow warm when he remembered those. Mentally shaking himself so Garrett wouldn't notice his blush, he said "Well, at least she's part of the way back. This is better than nothing and it's a hell of a lot further than we were last week."

"Yeah, that's for sure. Jordan's going to owe Nigel big time. Max obviously didn't want to be found. It's never taken Nigel that long to find anyone."

"He's going to be there tonight, too, right? And Dr. Stiles?" Woody didn't want any of this to occur without the doctor. Because if Stiles was right, and he had been about this whole case, Max was the last piece of Jordan's puzzle. Once she saw him, the rest of her memory should slide into place.

"Yes. They're both going to be there."

"Hey guys," said Jordan, coming up behind them. "What's up today?" She knew they had been planning something. Something that they said should help her over the last hurdle in her mind. The last chunk of the wall.

Woody leaned over and gave her a brief kiss on the cheek. "Nothing much…just putting the finishing touches on a few things." He looked her over. She looked so much better. There was a peace on her face that hadn't been there in, well, a long time. Her eyes sparkled again and her cheeks had some color. She looked like the old Jordan and was acting more and more like herself. He had evidence of that all over his suit this morning when he walked into Nigel's office and caught them in a water balloon fight. He had to laugh and Garrett just rolled his eyes. Things were returning to normal. "You can be ready at eight?"

"Sure, as long as boss man here lets me off on time," she said, lightly squeezing Garrett's arm.

"Oh, he'll let you," replied Garrett, "because he's going, too."

"And Nigel and Dr. Stiles.." she continued. "Well, that's a psychiatrist in case I totally break down and a person to cover each of the exits, so I can't run. Sounds like everything is under control…."

Everything except possibly Jordan's reaction.

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Woody was nervous as he and Jordan drove to the Pogue. He had told her earlier where they were going. She had been curious as to why the Pogue. She knew the place had figured predominantly in her past. She knew she had spent a lot of time there.

"Come on Woody, give me a hint," she begged.

"No. No way. Just sit tight and wait until we get there."

"Please?" she asked, lightly trailing a finger up his thigh.

He made a rude sound and pushed her hand away. "No. And stop that. You're going to cause me to have you in another wreck if you're not careful."

She sighed. She had been trying to keep the mood light. Woody, Garrett, and Nigel had looked tense all day. Dr. Stiles called her and said that she didn't have to do this if she didn't want to. She had told him that she had come too far to chicken out now. "Take your medicine before you come," he had replied.

They arrived and to Jordan's surprise, the parking lot was empty except for a few vehicles. She gave Woody a questioning glance.

"We shut it down for the evening. Tuesdays are kind of light anyway. It's better if there's not a crowd."

Jordan noted that Garrett's car and Nigel's motorcycle was already there. And another vehicle she didn't recognize. 'Probably Dr. Stiles' car', she thought. They walked down the steps and entered the Pogue. It was lit up and the jukebox was going. Garrett, Nigel, and Dr. Stiles were sitting at the bar.

"Hey Jordan," they all greeted her. Woody took her coat and hung it up with his. Motioning to a seat, he told her to sit down.

"I'd really rather stand," she sad. She was getting anxious now. They all looked too concerned. "I don't do too well sitting down."

Clearing his throat, Woody began. "Jordan, when we brought you here the first time, you said you didn't remember this place. And that bothered you, because you normally could remember places, just not people. We think that the reason you don't remember this place is because you associate this place closely with a person."

"Okay…" Jordan said, thinking. What person…what person did she think about when she thought about this bar? Her mind wasn't connecting the dots. "Sorry guys, you're going to have to give me a little more than that. Nothing is coming."

This time, Garrett continued. "Would it surprise you to learn that you own this bar?"

Jordan looked completely stunned. "I .. own….this….bar? I own this bar? Is that why I can't remember the Pogue? Because I associate the bar with me? That doesn't make a lot of sense."

Nigel got up and handed her a piece of paper. "Look at this, love. It's the deed to the bar. It has your name on it. You own it. But look who gave it to you."

Jordan stared at the other signature on the deed. "Max Cavanaugh?" Her head began to hurt again. "Max Cavanaugh…"

"That's right Jordan, it was me." A tall, blonde man stepped from the back of the room. "Don't you recognize me?"

Jordan stared at the man for a long moment. Her head was pounding now and her ears were roaring. "You're Max Cavanaugh?" she managed to get out.

The man was holding her by her arms now. "Yes…baby, don't you know who I am?"

Jordan could feel her mind shift and the pictures and memories whirl around her. The woman on the floor, the blood, a policeman's uniform, a house, a man walking her to school, saddle oxfords…."Max…" she began, but her voice trailed off as she looked into the man's blue eyes. She had seen those eyes before…where? Her mind wasn't putting it together quickly enough. And her head – it had never hurt this badly before.

"Jordan?" It was Dr. Stiles. "Hang in there." She was turning paler by the minute. Her hands went to her head. Woody caught her before she slumped to the floor.

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Jordan woke on a hard couch in an unfamiliar room. It was small and dark…some sort of office. She was surrounded by all the men, but she had eyes for only one of them. Searching him out, she looked into his eyes…. "Dad." That was all she had to say as he caught her in a hug.

They stayed like that for minutes and the room was silent except for the sound of Jordan's and Max's crying and the uncomfortable noises men make when they want to cry, but not in front of people. Finally pulling away, she looked at Max and said, "Where the hell have you been? Do you know how much I've worried? You could have at least called."

Max grinned. "Just had to get away. You know how it is. Everyone has to run once in a while."

"But you're back…right? Back to stay?"

"Yeah, baby, I'm back," he said, smoothing his daughter's hair out of her face. "How's your head, are you all right?"

Jordan nodded. "No pain."

Dr Stiles cleared his throat. "Your memory Jordan…how's that?"

"I think it's all back. I still have questions, but I think they're the ones that probably don't have answers yet."

"Like what?" asked Woody.

"Where's James and do we know who killed my mother?"

The room was silent. Woody shook his head. "No, Jo. I'm sorry. We don't know where James is. We never recovered a body from the Charles and….I'm afraid your mother's murder is still not solved."

"Well at least I know now."

"Know what sweetie?" Woody had moved over beside her and Max.

"I know my memory is back and I know why I pursue the truth so hard. I need it to complete my own life."

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"No, I'm not going to tell you where we're going," Woody said, teasing Jordan as he put her in the car.

"Come on, Wood, please?" she begged.

"No. No way. It's a surprise."

"Just a hint?"

"No."

"Well, can I play Twenty Questions and try to find out?"

"You can play Twenty Thousand Questions and I won't tell you," he said as he buckled her in. "Just relax and enjoy the moment."

Jordan sat back in the seat. Whatever it was, Woody was being awfully secretive. He had showed up at her office this morning and told her that if she had plans that night to cancel them. He had one more place he to take her to complete her intervention.

That threw her off. As far as she knew, her memory was fully back. Her father, Garrett, and Dr. Stiles had confirmed it. But he was relentless this morning. Cancel your plans. Be ready at seven. Wear a nice dress.

So she had left work early and bought a new outfit. A form-fitting black dress, snug in all the right places with a slit up the side. She remembered Woody liked slits. And shoes. She bought new high heels. They were killing her feet, but she looked like a million dollars. She had piled her curls up on top of head and even put on her mother's pearls.

Woody had moved back to his apartment, as she was physically fine now. But most nights he either ended up in her bed or she in his. She still enjoyed that safe, secure feeling she had with him. She hoped she always would. So he didn't see her as she dressed. When she had answered the door, he was speechless. He had never seen her look lovelier. "Oh my," was all he could say, as he looked her over. He handed her a long-stemmed red rose before hustling her downstairs.

They pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant. He got out and opened her car door. "Do you remember any of this?" he asked.

Jordan was beginning to feel panicky. She didn't. Not a thing. Wordlessly she looked at him, the distress becoming obvious on her face. "I don't…."

"Shh…." He said, helping her out of the car. "Just relax."

It was small, upscale, river-front restaurant. The hostess led them directly to the back of the restaurant, to a table hidden behind a screen. The walls were all glass and they could see the boats and lights on the river.

"Do you remember any of this?" he asked again.

Jordan was really feeling frightened now. "No…and I'm out of meds….where…what?"

"It's okay Jo, just order dinner. It will come to you."

So they had dinner, but Jordan couldn't take her mind off of her surroundings. Another place she couldn't remember…that just didn't make sense. Finally, after finishing, Woody ordered a bottle of wine and had it brought out to the patio area behind the restaurant. Filling their glasses, he took her by the arm and they walked down by the river. "Do you remember now?" he asked pulling her down on a bench.

Jordan looked at him. The panic was clearly in her eyes. "No, I don't….I don't remember any of this."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yeah, good. You've never been here before."

Jordan gave him a look that could kill. "Woody, that is not funny," she said, swiping his arm.

"Hey, I brought you here for a reason….but if you don't want to hear it…."

Jordan rolled her eyes. "I bought a new dress for this, so what is your reason? And this better be good."

Woody slid off the bench and went down on his knees. Taking her hand, he simply said, "Marry me."

Jordan swallowed hard. And managed to get out a "Yes" around the lump in her throat. She was in his arms before another heartbeat happened.

"I thought tonight we could make some new memories, Dr. Cavanaugh," he said, wiping the tears from her eyes. He was having trouble with his own eyes, too. "Your dad said he thought you had never been here."

Jordan chuckled. "I haven't, but you really had me scared for a while."

"I told you to relax."

"Yeah, but that didn't help."

He held her tight for a few minutes before he kissed her. "So when do you want to get married?" he asked.

"Gee, give a girl time to enjoy her engagement, huh, Woody?"

"Oh, hell. Engagement. I nearly forgot." Woody fumbled in his pocket for the small box. "Open it. It should be your size."

Jordan slowly opened the box. Inside was a square-cut diamond engagement ring, with diamonds circling the band. She caught her breath. She had never seen anything so beautiful.

"Do you like it?" Woody asked.

"Oh, I love it," she whispered as he slipped it on her finger.