Tyler Chase walked with a certain air, people instantly wanted to be her friend, Woody had that affect too, and in that retrospect they were quite perfect for each other.

Her strawberry blonde hair was thick and feathery, her make up perfect, her eyes frosted pink to match pink business suit, barely revealing her zebra stripped blouse underneath. It was hardly a suit at all; its skirt hiked up and jacket reveling just the right amount of cleavage

"Hey Gentlemen." She announced herself to Nigel and Bug as she entered the crypt. Smiles grew on their faces as they both snapped off their latex gloves, hastily offering her a seat.

"Hi Tyler." They both said in unison their smiles growing. Jordan rolled her eyes, she couldn't believe that this woman showed up out of the blue and hooked up with Woody, her Woody! Whatever Jordan did she couldn't shake the sight of Tyler's hand resting on Woody's strong arm, or his arm wrapped around Tyler's neck, that was suppose to be her, not Tyler.

"Hey Boys... Jordan, have you guys seen Woody? He left so stuff at my office and the boys at the precinct told me I could more than likely find him here."

"I haven't seen him since this morning when he came by to pick up the autopsy report." Jordan huffed, she had to get out of there, she felt sick to her stomach. Just as her figure passed the doorframe she ran smack dab into the one person she had been trying to avoid.

"Hey Jordan pleasant surprise!" he ran his hands down her arms, that tingling feeling in her spine rose, she shook it off and pushed past him.

"Your girlfriend is in there Detective Hoyt." She muttered, jogging into her office and slamming the door behind her, on the verge of tears. She had resolved not to call him Farm boy or even call him by his first name, it became too personal she felt like she could hardly breathe anymore, she would build the walls back up before she got hurt, or had she already gotten hurt?

Grabbing her purse she raced towards the elevator, hoping that a good walk in the crisp morning air would do her some good. The air was cool and clean, sounds of Boston hustling around was comforting for her. She could see her breath, each cloud that escaped her painted lips.

She was not in love with woody. She repeated to herself over and over, and one day she would believe it and it would be true. Snap out of it Cavanaugh, she scolded herself. It wasn't like he was going to wait around forever.

She didn't know she was crying until she felt the hot wetness against her cheeks, she leaned against the building, pressing her sobs into the back of her hand. Slowly, allowing the rough granite of the building graze her coat, she slid to the ground, her chin quivering out of control. She desperately wanted someone to comfort her, but the one person she needed was the one person she was running from.

"Hey Nigel, did we find out where that room key was from?" Woody asked. Tyler was speaking animatedly to Devan; they seemed to get along well enough. Some part of him wanted Jordan to try to get along with her, she was his best friend, and without her, nothing felt okay.

Jordan came back inside; her hair mussed a small bit from the wind, no matter what, that woman could have leprosy and still be the most beautiful woman to him. She pretended everything was Okay, he could see the redness in her eyes.

"Woodrow, the man of little faith, of course I found where the room key is from, its my job." He smiled cheerily, knowing exactly what buttons to push.

"Okay... then tell me where its from." Woody snapped, shaking his head at the lanky Brit.

"It's from a motel in Las Vegas, more specifically The La marina'."

"You mean La Marina'." Woody corrected.

Nigel thought about it for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Well if it's the La Marina' that means 'The The Marina'?" Woody said to Nigel in a confused tone.

"Right." Nigel agreed, Woody shook his head in bewilderment. Jordan grabbed a box of cookies from Nigel's desk, glaring at Woody as she did. Nigel shook his head softly, she had been eating almost non-stop for the past two weeks, whether she wanted to admit it or not, Woody seeing somebody was doing something awful to her.

"And why is that so special?" Woody asked, chewing on his fingernails.

"Stop chewing on your damned fingernails Tomcat!" Tyler scolded as Woody came over to sit next to her, draping his arm around her neck, pulling her close to him, whispering something into her ear, she giggled and placed a hand on his shoulder. Jordan's heart leapt to her throat seeing that feminine hand resting on his dress shirt.

"I think I'm going to get sick." She mumbled under her breath.

"Because!" Nigel interrupted, clearing his throat loudly. "It's registered to a Scott Coleman of Las Vegas." Lily and Garret walked in talking spiritedly, Lily with her trusty clipboard.

"Well, looks like I'm going on a little trip to Sin City." Woody sighed, he would give anything not to have to get on another plane. He rubbed his forehead with a sweaty palm, twelve hours of minimal leg room and bad peanuts, not his dream weekend. He looked up to be met by seven pairs of eyes, including Jordan, looking at him expectantly.

"Oh... No... No! You guys are not cops you stay here and cut up dead people!" he shouted in realization

Two days later he was sitting in between Tyler and Jordan, Nigel and Peter behind him throwing peanuts at the back of his head. Lily and Bug across the narrow pathway, Devan and Garret had stayed to man the morgue, duty called.

Tyler was sleeping her forehead pressed against the window, her makeup leaving a white smudge. Jordan was thumbing threw a magazine, not meeting his eyes.

"Jo, I wanted to talk to you about Tyler." He said softly

"What about her?" Jordan retorted finally for the first time in weeks looking up to meet his eyes.

"I wanted to know how you were feeling about it?" it was more a question than a demand, he searched her eyes for some feeling, some sign, anything.

"It's none of my business."

"Come oh Jo, really?"

"I just don't think she's right for you." She said offhandedly, looking back down at her magazine, but she felt that familiar sickening feeling in her stomach.

"Oh I get it Jordan, you don't want me, but you don't want anyone else to have me is that it." She just stared at him doggedly; he huffed and shifted to stare out the window.