Woody's mouth felt like wool, his head throbbed and his back felt a raw numbing pain. With a groan he rolled over and immediately felt something cold and metallic against his skin. Handcuffs, he was a cop that had been attached to those cuffs many times, he knew what they felt like. His chest was bear, he was only in his boxer shorts, and Woody looked down at his naked chest in confusion. He could feel someone sleeping next to him under the covers the first person that came to mind was Tyler, and then with a sudden realization he remembered Tyler leaving... 'Great,' he thought to himself, poking at the figure like he was a child poking a dead cat with a stick. 'Another one night stand.' He couldn't for the life of him remember who it was and why he was handcuffed to his bed.

Suddenly a hand reached up and slapped his finger away. "Will You Stop It!" the voice shouted. Woody recoiled, falling to the floor, snapping backwards because of his chained up arm, he began to hyperventilate. 'That was not Jordan' he thought to himself, trying desperately trying to calm himself down. Suddenly a dark-haired head popped up from the crumpled blankets.

"I feel like I've been hit by a bus." Jordan groaned her voice thick; she fell back down into her soft pillows. She picked up the alarm clock clumsily and then noticed the hand hanging from the handcuffs. "Hey?" She couldn't remember sleeping with anyone... she didn't remember anything besides walking down steps, she was fully clothed, that had to mean something.

Slowly a head peeked up from where the shape sat on the carpet, the first thing she saw was the unmistakable indigo eyes. She did the first thing that came to her unambiguously blank brain. She screamed.

Kicking the blankets back she took off for the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.

"Hey, Jo, you want to let me out of these cuffs... please?" Woody begged.

"What the hell happened?" Jordan demanded her voice muffled from behind the door. Her skin was prickled with cold sweat and her hands felt clammy. She could vaguely remember small bits of the night before, lots of bright lights, Nigel. Crap, Nigel, something really bad must have happened. Slowly she crawled to the sink and laid her head against the cool tile; she raised a shaky hand and pulled on the faucet, allowing the cool water to rush down in an angry waterfall, watching it rush by her at top speed.

"I'm not entirely sure!" Woody heard the sound of the water being turned on in the sink. He wished he remembered what happened; right now the only thing he knew was that he needed a cup of coffee and an aspirin. "Hon, you okay." He got no response, just the sound of the handles of the faucet squeaking off.

With her face washed in frosty cold water, Jordan fell to the floor and allowed the icy tile to stick to her bare leg. What had happened? Why was Woody handcuffed to the bed? All these questions buzzed around in Jordan's head, questions without answers, the worst kind. "Fine... Woody?"

"Yes?!" he asked in an almost irritated tone.

"Why are you handcuffed to your bed?" she asked, slowly crawling to the door to peek outside at the man sitting awkwardly on the hard, mussed mattress.

"What would make you think I know?" he asked as she stood and walked out, willing the nausea and vertigo to die down.

"Oh, I don't know, but if I was chained to a bed I think I'd know ." She retorted sharply.

"Hey this is not my fault!" Woody jabbed an accusing finger towards her.

"Are you implying that it's my fault?" Jordan snapped back at him.

"No!" Failing to find anymore words, he gave up, slowly Jordan started to dig around the room in search for the key to the handcuffs. Then the door banged open, and Nigel was standing in the room, holding a tray and smiling....

"Morning Sunshine... Jordan." Nigel joked in a jolly voice.

"Aw crap he's smiling." Woody stated in a sardonic tone.

"That's never a good thing." Jordan added her voice soft and confused.

"Morning Pet." Nigel exclaimed cheerily to Jordan, kissing her affectionately on the cheek. "Hello Woodrow, how does this day find you?!"

"Not so loud." Woody barked annoyed, rubbing his head with his palm.

"Ah, we all know how that feels... that is why I come bearing aspirin and hot coffee Mate." Nigel stated, handing Woody an aspirin. Woody popped the pill and swallowed it dry.

"Now." Woody said clearly relieved to see Nigel. "Get me out of these cuffs."

"No can do." Nigel said dully, as an afterthought he added under his breath. "I probably should have cuffed Jordan."

"What are you talking about?" Jordan demanded, taking a cup of coffee in one hand and running the other hand threw her mussed hair.

Nigel suddenly looked uncomfortable; he set the tray down on the particle board table, and backed towards the door.

"Last night, when you we're drunk... well you... uh, lets just say, you Love, are now the proud owner of your very own detective... enjoy," he swallowed painfully, his hand on the doorknob. "Mrs. Hoyt." As those words fell from his lips he turned on his heels and ran, and he ran fast.

It took a moment to register in Jordan's head, Mrs. Hoyt? Then it all came rushing back, the steps, steps to the chapel... the bet, 2500.00 $ if she could stay married to Woody for three weeks, she remembered thinking she could use the money. And Woody, she remembered him, his eyes, he meant it, even after he passed out next to the toilet in the bar... 'oh, god' she thought.

And she took off running, Coffee in hand; she threw it with all her might at the lanky, tall figure running at top speed. It hit the nape of his neck; the burning liquid seeping threw the thin cotton fabric. Nigel yelped in pain but kept running. , they passed Peter and Lily who were sitting in the hall, watching the spectacle.

"Should we help him?" Peter asked Lily listlessly

"Nah." She responded

Suddenly Jordan turned, she would cut him off, she had to smile when she saw the brass luggage cart, she had to love five star hotels. Pushing the cart she pulled to a stop at the end of the hallway... she waited.

The second she saw his leg, she thrust the heavy cart into it, sending Nigel sprawling to the brightly colored carpet, he rolled over wincing. She stood over him, in complete silence. Suddenly they heard a faint voice coming from the room.

"Can someone uncuff me please?" Woody shouted.

Lily and Peter heard the yell for help; they looked at the open door with skepticism.

"Should I uncuff him?" Lily asked, popping a bit of bagel into her mouth.

"No, I don't think that's a great idea, at least Jordan doesn't have a gun." Peter responded. Bug came out of the room with the key to Woody's handcuffs.

"You people disgust me." He said in his thick English brogue. Entering the room "Hello Woody."

"Bug, Bug, I love you, please get me out of these handcuffs." Lily and Peter could only hear silence for a moment... then Woody's voice, amending himself.

"I didn't mean it like that... just get me out of here." Soon the two men appeared, Lily raised an eyebrow at Woody in his boxers, 'he's well built' she thought to herself. She felt someone watching her and glanced up, Bug was looking at her with liquid eyes.

Jordan just stood over Nigel, shaking her head, her arms crossed in front of her flat tummy. Woody's breath caught in his throat when he saw her standing there, her hair down in waves, in her girl boxers and tank top. He stood next to her and looked down at Nigel.

"We are going to get dressed, go talk to Mister Coleman, and discuss this tonight." He grabbed Jordan gently but firmly by the arm and walked her back to the room.

"What are we going to do?" she asked as they walked, passing Lilly and Peter, Woody gave Peter a small kick as he passed them.

They walked into the room and Jordan sat on the bed letting out a grunt.

"Easy, we'll get it annulled." Woody said, a slight hedge to his voice, he reached for the telephone. Jordan jumped for the receiver and clasped her hands over his.

"No." she said firmly, looking up into his eyes.

"Why not?" he shook his head in bewilderment.

"Because..." her voice trailed off, he didn't remember any of it.

"Because... Because... we'll talk about it later just get dressed." She whispered despondently. Curling her knees to her chest, she laid her cheek on her knees as she thought. He thought it was that easy, just get it annulled. What was she thinking, she couldn't be married to Woody, he was Woody... persistent, enduring, happy... the total opposite of her. She felt this longing feeling she had never felt before, like someone had wrapped their grimy hand around her heart and was squeezing as hard as they could.

"Jordan you getting ready?" Woody asked, immerging from the bathroom, fully dressed in his normal suit and god-awful tie, his hair stuck up in places... she stifled a laugh.

"You look like a Furbee." She giggled standing, licking her palm and smoothing out his hair. That longing feeling suddenly disappeared, and a new feeling surfaced.

"You getting dressed?" he repeated, running his hands down her arms.

"No," she said, turning away from him her eyes brimming with tears. "I think I'll stay here today." He looked at her in confusion, this was the first time she had ever not wanted to go with him. His eyes fell to the floor, he stroked her arm once more and walked out the door, she could hear him murmur "I hate this city like a sickness." As the door closed, she smiled a bit sadly, and curled up the bed, letting her tears fall freely, now that no one was around, she could release her emotions, they were like a ball and chain... 'funny' she thought to herself 'I don't remember being chained.