Woody yawned as they made their way threw the empty terminal, everyone's feet dragged. Lily yawned in short succession to Woody. Jordan's feet scuffed against the linoleum floor, each sound rang threw the empty building, shattering the silence.

"God, how sad am I?" Lily asked tiredly, "I'm in Las Vegas and all I can think about is taking a nap and having a hot shower." She added as an afterthought. "Now I know I'm old."

They we're quite a sight to see, seven thirtysomethings dragging their luggage threw a deserted airport at four O'clock in the morning. The sun was just rising, darkness still flooded the sky, though red was beginning to bled through. Tyler had laid her head on Woody's shoulder tiredly, he had wrapped his arm around her shoulder comfortingly, yet he couldn't take his eyes off of Jordan in her wrinkled Red Sox shirt and black form fitting jeans, a matching baseball cap covered her mussed hair.

By the time they made it to the hotel Peter and Nigel had succeeded in make Woody's life completely miserable, bombarding his head with stale popcorn and peanuts, whatever they had left, every time Woody whirled around to stare angrily at them, they had the most innocent, angelic looks plastered to there faces.

"Hey we need rooms." Woody informed the desk clerk at the Holiday Inn. Tyler raised an eyebrow when she saw her, blonde hair, no more than nineteen, smacking her gum enthusiastically.

"Whoa, for all of you?" she asked in her baby voice, her eyes wandering back and forth threw the crowd.

"YES." Woody stated firmly, rolling his eyes, she crinkled her nose and grimaced. "Theirs a Barbie convention and we only have two rooms." Woody rolled his eyes, he was tired, sweaty and grimy, so far, his vacation hadn't been the best.

"Well I guess we'll have to split up." Peter stated the obvious, everyone looked at him pointedly. "What?" he asked which was soon followed by a few eye rolls and groans.

"Why don't me, Lily and... uh... Tyler take a room?" Jordan suggested, Woody grimaced when he heard the way she said Tyler's name, everyone did.

"How about Tyler, Nigel and I take one room." Woody countered, everyone seemed to agree.

Each step was hell for Tyler in her three inch heels, she trudged up the hallway to their room, Peter and Woody in front of her, chatting tiredly, at least she didn't have to carry her luggage, Woody, ever the gentlemen had offered to carry her luggage, she readily agreed.

The boys in front of her paused in front of a door.

"Please tell me this is it." She bit out.

"Room 1710...yep." Woody smiled at her, a warm boyish smile.

"Thank god." She muttered as they passed threw the threshold, she didn't even take the time to glance around the well lit room at the chartreuse walls and cheap particle board furniture. With a snort she collapsed on the bed. "I have never been more happy for pillows." She stated with a grin, looking up at Woody.

He looked down at her as he jerked his belt off. She sat studying him for a minute, then looking around for Peter, sat up, he was in the bathroom.

"Woody, I don't think your friend Jordan likes me very much."

He tried to play it off, she saw it, he shrugged his shoulders. "What makes you think that babe?" he asked his voice shaking slightly.

"How about every time I walk into a room her eyes burn into the back of my skull."

"That's bonding for Jordan." Woody tried in vain to reassure her; she just raised a eyebrow and tilted a cheek to the sky to get a better look into his eyes.

Peter startled them by running from the small bathroom, the shower running, 'thank god he's dressed' was all Woody thought as he jogged past them to the mini bar and turned on the TV.

"I think we're going to need a bigger bottle of scotch." He commented at the pint size liquor bottles in his hand, settling on the floor in front of the TV.

"Pete, what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm waiting for the water to heat up." He commented, staring at the football game and popping a tums in his mouth. "Did I interrupt a moment?" he asked in a mock sweet tone.

"I'm this close from kicking your ass." Woody replied angrily.

"Aw, I did."

Suddenly a knock echoed threw the small room. "Who is it?!" Woody shouted, becoming more and more irritated, at this rate he would never get to sleep.

"Its Jordan, I have to come in now." Woody's breath caught in his throat.

"Its your evil queen." Peter joked.

"Shut the hell up." Woody retorted, tossing a pillow in Peter's general direction.

The second the latch slid from its place the door flung open, revealing Jordan, clad in only a towel. Not providing an explanation she ran into the bathroom and flung the door shut.

"Hey that's my shower!" Peter screamed at closed door, Jordan's muffled voice followed soon.

"Not anymore it isn't, Lily used up all the hot water and Bugs watching the discovery channel.

When Jordan emerged from the steam filled bathroom in the complimentary robe the light was still on, Peter was sprawled on the floor, small, empty liquor bottles scattered around him. Woody and Tyler we're asleep on the bed, her eyes shut peacefully, his head resting against her flat stomach, his clear blue off somewhere else. She slowly turned off the TV and made her way to the nightstand lamp, his badge and gun latent next to it. As she past Woody she stopped and pushed a stray hair from his face.

"Goodnight Jordan." He whispered tiredly, rolling over, she smiled and turned out the light, turning to the door. He could faintly hear her mumble a soft "Goodnight Tomcat.", and smiled, he liked that nickname coming from her lips, she gave him something to dream to.