Note: I got an email from someone asking and I thought I should address, yes, this is the same Tyler from Sunset Division, and I had to bring her into one of my stories and thought she might be useful to this one. Love, Jenna

"Woody Baby, I have to go." Tyler said, struggling to button up the top button of her form fitting, baby blue business suit.

"Why?" he asked not taking his eyes off of the baseball game in front of him.

"A client called my boss and requested that I appraise his gallery." She thought for a moment, wrapping a bit of strawberry hair around her middle finger. "That's never happened before." Woody looked up at Tyler, she was impeccably dressed, miniskirt, her hair falling around her shoulders, she looked like something from a Danielle Steel novel.

"Having a Art History Major as a girlfriend sucks." Woody joked, standing to hug the leggy redhead.

"Have a good time with your friends and don't go meeting any pretty stewardesses while I'm gone now... see yah Tomcat." She kissed him lightly on the lips and smiled flashing her perfectly straight, white teeth. Tyler couldn't help but stare into the blue eyes of the happy-go-lucky detective, while she and Woody hadn't known each other that long, she sensed something, some sadness locked not so far down, she could see it just beyond those blue eyes.

Woody watched as Tyler collected her rolling suitcase and carryon, she was beautiful, smart, funny, and had a good head on her shoulders. But no matter how much he thought about Tyler maybe being his one, he felt so alone, for some unfathomable reason he couldn't see them together, there was only one who he thought of.

Lily and Jordan stood in the hall waiting for the guys, when to Jordan's surprise Tyler came down the white washed hallway.

"Uh, Tyler, where are you going?" Lily asked, a perplexed look in her jade green eyes.

"Oh, a client called, he needed me to appraise some paintings, asked specifically for me... weird huh?" Tyler smiled as she walked off. Just as the elevator chimed and the doors opened, Tyler turned. "Hey, Lil, watch Woody for me."

"Sure thing." Lily said awkwardly. As the 5'10 woman disappeared behind the thick medal doors.

"God I hate her." Jordan mumbled to herself with a firm nod of her head.

"Of course you do." Lily muttered staring out the window.

Bug immerged from the boy's room, dressed in a tee shirt and jeans, soon following Nigel dressed as he usually did, black tee shirt and jeans, his hair falling into his face gently. Then Peter, dressed casually appeared and finally Woody. Jordan felt her insides melt

"Where's Tyler?" Peter asked

"She had to go." Woody said a small bit of sadness in his voice.

"Come on let's go get drunk!" Bug said exasperated

"AMEN!" the all shouted in unison, laughing.

Lily stared tenaciously at Nigel who was breathlessly laughing as Bug tried to swallow his shot.

"Nigel can I have a word with you." She said, her eyes burning a hole into the back of his fading

"Of course love," he said between gasping giggles and another shot. They made their to the back of the small club, all the neon lights and loud music.

"What did you do?" she demanded huffily, pulling the drink from his white hands and bringing it to her lips.

"About what love?" he asked innocently.

"About Tyler?"

"Ah, that."

"Yes that." She shouted over the din of the music, imitating his British accent.

"I have my connections." He said, winking mysteriously.

"I never thought you'd actually go through with this crazy idea!"

He only smiled.

"Woodrow, come with me!" Nigel said, slapping the young detective on the back.

"Say what?" Woody asked grinning, he was completely drunk, his dress shirt saturated with alcohol, his tie hanging limply around his neck.

"Come on now mate!" he grabbed Woody by the arm, hard, harder than Woody ever expected, it caught Woody off guard and he promptly lost balance, falling to the grimy floor of the packed club. Nigel had ordered Peter to get Jordan, "Completely Shitfaced" he could see Jordan Giggling out of control as they swayed and wiggled to the face paced song.

"Come on Dear Woodrow, let's go find Jordan!"

"No!" he slurred stubbornly, yanking away from Nigel, stumbling backwards.

"And why not!"

"Because she's mad at me." Nigel smiled, all self assurance

"Why is she mad at you?"

"Because." Woody whispered

"What?!"

"Because I'm with Tyler to hurt her... to show her how she hurts me... all the time." Woody said sadly, sitting dejectedly on his barstool, nursing his icy bottle of beer. Nigel's smile slipped

He glanced at Peter, Jordan was laughing, leaning into Peter and chugging her drink while swaying to the music. Peter looked to Nigel and mouthed 'help!' he nodded and Peter moved, Jordan followed. Soon Jordan and Woody were standing next to Nigel and Peter and Lily were waiting not to far off, watching at first the happy conversation turn heated.

"I wonder what there talking about?" she asked looking to Peter for an answer.

"I don't know." Peter said, slinking down to a barstool. Just as he did, Nigel came walking over smiling to himself.

"What happened!" Lily shouted over the clamor, Nigel's grin grew, his face looked so jolly.

"Come on." He said as they made their way to the door. "Anytime now, we will see Mr and Mrs. Woodrow Hoyt come out of that chapel. He pointed to a small drive thru chapel. His breath was silvery on the cold night breeze and his cheeks were flushed.

"WHAT?!" Lily and Peter shouted in unison.

"Well, I gave Jordan an offer her drunk ass couldn't refuse... five hundred dollars from each of us if they could stay married for three weeks..."

"How did you get Jordan to do that?" Peter asked, almost at a loss for words.

"Told her she couldn't do it!" Nigel yelled, "And Jordan, well to her of course she can..."

"What about Woody?" Lily asked, her eyes filled with concern.

"What, right now the alcohol is controlling Jordan, and Jordan controls Woodrow."

Lily stabbed a finger at Nigel accusingly "I cannot believe you did that."

"Why not, have you ever seen them together? They finish each others sentences, fight like its World War Three and they don't have sex... they've been married for a long time love."

"Whose going to call Garret and tell him!" Peter and Nigel both took a step back, she sighed angrily. "Nigel Townsend, you are going to call Garret, and then tried and fix this mess you made do you hear me you lousy..." She couldn't finish her sentence for two figures stumbled out of the white double doors of the small building. Jordan threw a small bouquet behind her jubilantly.

"Hey Mister Hoyt!" she screamed kissing Woody passionately

"Hey Mrs. Hoyt!" he shouted back, swinging her hand in his as they skipped down the worn steps.

"Oh My God!" Peter and Lily shouted in unison.

TBC.....

Note: I know this may be unbelievable, but I'm writing as I go along and its not easy... please review, I want to know what you think just be nice. Love, Jenna