Mr. and Mrs. Hoyt, we're no longer Mr. and Mrs. Hoyt the next morning by seven thirty, Woody was silent as he signed the papers, Jordan watched his icy blue eyes, they never looked at her or her name the entire time. Lily silently held Bugs hand and looked at her two friends with sad eyes, she had high hopes for her and Bug, but she had higher hopes for Jordan and Woody. Nigel stood with his head hung in shame, when Woody gave him a sharp look he shrugged his shoulders, Peter looked worst of all, his eyes diverted from everyone, word spread fast and he was given the cold shoulder by most of crew. As everyone drove silently down to the airport, Peter stared at Jordan who sat next to him, her eyes glazed over, the silence in the car screaming in her ear.

"Jordan?" he said, his voice strained, he tried to get her to look at him, but she just stared into the back of Nigel's head as he drove on.

"What do you want Peter?" she asked coldly, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He whispered softly, "I didn't know he was behind me, I swear, please let me try and make it right."

Jordan looked at Peter as if for the first time, he was wearing the same clothes as the night before, he looked unshaven and sad, and she gave a loud sigh, her shoulders sagging a bit. "I know it's not your fault Pete." That did nothing to ease the pain he felt, but he was relieved to an extent. Lily shared a look with Nigel; Woody was driving the other car, along with Bug, they weren't far ahead, they could see the back of Woody's head.

When they found the airport, it was packed, people of every color and size meeting for a short time in one big building, before boarding giant metal birds to take them away to wherever they were going, or as in Jordan's case, returning. Woody was in front of her, his eyes fixed ahead of him, he looked distant and almost dead inside. Once she even tried to talk to him.

"Woody." She grabbed his arm, feeling it tense, she quickly stepped back, afraid, for the first time, of what he might do.

"Yeah." He stopped; Lily saw the interaction, quickly pulling Bug and Nigel with her behind a phone booth.

"Their talking." She whispered entranced

"Bloody hell, this doesn't look good." Nigel commented

"Thanks Nigel, but we don't need the running commentary." Lily pointed out, as Woody stormed off, they quickly ran to catch Jordan, practically throwing their tickets at the stewardess before running down the terminal.

"What happened?" Lily pulled Jordan's arm so she'd turn to face them.

Jordan stared blankly at her for a minute, her dark eyes fixed somewhere in the wall, as if she thought that if she stared long enough the pain would disappear.

"He said, he's done." She said softly, tears pouring down her white cheeks.

"Done?" Lily inquired, putting an arm around Jordan, looking to Nigel, Bug and Peter who stood around them with white faces.

"He said, he's done waiting, and he's moving on." She collapsed into Lily as they walked to the plane in silence, Nigel, Bug and Peter also coming to stand next to her for moral support.

Woody and Jordan sat separately, Nigel had traded with him. Now she leaned against his leather jacket, taking in the earthy, rich smell that's only leather. She had told Lily what he had said.

"I'm done Jordan, with everything, the waiting, constantly being brushed off. You know... when I finally think I've gotten threw to you, I find out you haven't changed one bit...I'm going to get on this plane, and when we get off in Boston I'm going to pretend none of this ever happened, I'm moving on Jo, because you can't lose something you never had."

His words still roared in her ears, they weren't as hurtful as they were a wake up call, like being splashed in the face with cold water. He wasn't going to wait around forever, he was a good looking guy, and he could probably have any woman in the world. She remembered how women would look at him when he was at the Pouge or out dancing with her and the gang, how he would brush them off and only be with her, he only wanted her. Then Tyler, and it had all come back to her, Tyler was pretty, smart, funny, and she had a lot less emotional baggage, yet he was willing to drop her like a hat to be with Jordan Cavanaugh, a messed up, stubborn, medical examiner that had almost gotten him fired like six times...

She felt a migraine coming on, bringing her fingers to her temples and rubbing clockwise circles into her soft skin. Nigel who had been sleeping, stirred softly, looking at her.

"You alright love?" he asked in a concerned voice, stroking her hair softly.

"Uh, yeah, I will be." She said, looking out the window, he looked at her as if he wanted to say more, but he only sighed, and ran a hand down her arm, wanting to do more, but all he could do was sigh.

Woody, looked remarkably well, he was playing peek-a-boo with a little girl in the seat in front of him, he would duck his head behind the seat, and she would giggle. But his eyes seemed far off, and glazed over, he hadn't eaten that anyone had seen, and when offered food refused.

Jordan closed her eyes and willed the pain in her heart, a pain she recognized but hadn't felt since she was ten years old, a searing, stabbing feeling in her gut that rendered her paralyzed.

Lily sat nest to Bug, slumped in her seat, her eyes closed, she snored softly. Bug who had been reading, glanced over and smiled, brushing a stubborn bang from her hair, she stirred softly, and sunk into her chair more, leaning into him. He leaned over softly and kissed her forehead, she smiled softly before burrowing her head into his arm.

It was just how Woody said, the second they got off the plane, it was just as if nothing happened, he even talked with her a few times, given it was not long. But she noticed the shine in his happy-go-lucky eyes was gone, when she asked Annie Capra if he was there, he would always be there, working late or helping out on other detective's cases, she never once got a call from him. When she went to the Pouge, he wasn't there; it was like they were two ships passing at sea. Garret had reamed her out about getting married to Woody, 'that was very unprofessional of you Jordan!' he had said, but in the end, had forgiven her, noticing the pain in her eyes at the mention of his name.

Bug and Lily were dating, it was announced that they were seeing each other when Bug showed up at the morgue with roses for Lily, she had gladly accepted.

Woody pushed Jordan out of his mind, hoping to forget her honey eyes, the way they used to dance, their playful banter at the Pouge. He was going out with Tyler again, they hardly ever saw each other, and when they did it was a strained meeting, especially for him. Woody was looking over his case, a young woman beaten in Logan alley, no fingerprints, no hairs, not so much as footprint. He sighed, looking around his desk, littered with paper and stale coffee cups, a day old bag of chips. It was dark, all except his lamp that sat precariously on top of a stack of files. Everyone else had gone home, Eddie Winslow had tried to talk him into going home, he declined. Home was Jordan, that was the truth, the longer he stayed at work the more he could push her to the edge of his mind. until one day he could push her off, and he would forget her, but never forgive.

He heard footsteps behind him and whirled around in his swivel chair, Detective Annie Capra laughed at the sight of him in the dim light. His dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows, his jacket hung limply over the back of his chair, a pen jammed behind his ear, he looked tired, dark circles claimed the bottom of his eyes, his smile had long since seized to show itself. He glanced down at his watch, rubbing a hand threw his greasy hair.

"Jesus Christ Ann, you scared the hell out of me, I didn't think anyone was here." He exclaimed

"I had to pick up the Jacobs file, you look tired Hoyt." She said, taking a seat on a empty corner of his desk. "Go home."

"Go home, I'm just getting started." He joked tiredly.

"Uh-huh, that's why you slept here last night, and the night before, go home, get some sleep, come back tomorrow." He shook his head obstinately, leaning over his file with determined eyes, chewing his fingernail with vigor.

"You know killing yourself won't bring her back." She said softly, tilting her head slightly. He froze, his eyes falling.

"I don't know what in the hell your talking about." He said dully.

She opened the top file drawer and pulled out a picture frame, holding the picture in her hand, it was Jordan and Woody at the park, he remembered that day well. They we're eating ice cream, Lily was in the background, holding a hand in front of her face. Jordan looked so happy, in her gray sweatshirt with 'Boston University' written on the front in pink letters, her black form fitting jeans and sneakers, Woody was in his gray t-shirt with a unbuttoned over shirt on, and jeans. She smiled and set in down in front of him on the desk.

"You two are both being stupid and stubborn." She said, before getting up, grabbing a file off of her desk, and walked off, without so much as a glance behind her.

He wasn't sure how long he had been there, just staring at the picture, a moment of time caught forever in a small frame. But the next thing he remembered was getting up and wandering out of the precinct, knowing where he was going, not wanting to go, but not being able to stop himself.

When he reached the morgue, Garret was the only one there. He was leaning in his chair, his feet propped on his desk, listening to his record player. Woody knocked softly on the doorframe.

"Hey, Detective Hoyt come in, what brings you here." He said, eyeing Woody suspiciously, he hadn't talked much to Woody or Jordan since they returned from Vegas, all he knew was they were both hurting.

"Yeah, is Jordan here?" Woody asked softly, Jordan rolled off his tongue like something he had never spoken before, something unfamiliar and unknown.

"She went home about..." he glanced down at his watch which read 1:34. "Six hours ago." He said softly. Something in Woody's face fell.

"Well do you mind if I leave something in her office?" he asked, not moving from the doorway, keeping himself distanced from the chief M.E.

"As long as it isn't a bomb or a human head, knock yourself out." Garret half joked, watching as the detective walked slowly down the darkened corridor. "Boy the kid doesn't have a clue." He said after the cop was out of hearing distance.

While Woody was furious with Jordan, he knew that without her there was no reason to stay in Boston, that was why that morning at eight thirty exactly, he asked to be transferred, anywhere, as long as he would be away from the familiar sights and sounds of Boston, and to be away from her. His hand paused on the doorknob, cold and heavy, the chill of the metal burned his hand, slowly, he turned, it opened with a creak, startling him.

Her office hadn't changed in the two weeks since they had returned, a new plant graced her desk, he had to smile when she once told him she couldn't even keep a plant alive, let alone a relationship. The baby fern looked alive and well to him.

Slowly, he pulled the picture out of his pocket, smoothing out the edges, he set it on the desk and scribbled 'To remember better times.' On the back, with one more look around the office, committing the smells, and the sights to memory, he turned and walked out.