Jordan looked at him with confusion, her eyes searching his almost frantically. "Woody, I thought this is what you wanted?" she asked softly, he nodded understatedly but never met her eyes.

"I do... I do Jo, more than anything... but not now, not right now." His voice had a pleading tone. "I have something to tell you, and you have to promise that you won't get mad..."

"What?" she asked, rubbing his arm soothingly. "you can tell me." A solitary tear fell down his face, his chin quivered ever so slightly but she saw it.

"When I lived in Kewaunee, I was married." He whispered softly.

"really? To Annie?" she knew that he had left Kewaunee because of his girlfriend, but he said girlfriend, not wife. He shook his head sadly, his bottom lip trembling.

"Her name was Tiffany... she had, she had indigo eyes, just like my little girl." Jordan's eyes bulged, little girl? He had a daughter, she nearly choked on her tounge.

"Little girl?" she asked mutely. "You have a daughter, why didn't you tell me?" his voice turned distant, and faint.

"I did have."

"Did have?"

"yeah, her name was Kody, she was seven." He whispered, staring out at the waking city. "she was standing on the sidewalk, waiting for me... it was my fault... I was late, I should have been there to pick her up... she wasn't even suppose to be there," He babbled.

"Woody, calm down, slow down and tell me what happened." Jordan demanded, petting his head softly.

"She was waiting for me... it was nine thirty two at night, and she was just getting out of a karate practice... I was just getting off of work, and I was late... and she was waiting for me... oh, god it's my fault... she was standing on the sidewalk when out of nowhere comes this faded red SUV, he was drunk... and he drove up on the curb... she was in the way..." another tear fell down his face. "It was my fault." His last words were so soft she could barely hear them. She wrapped her arm around him and kissed his forehead.

"Listen to me Wood, this was not your fault, it was the person who chose to drive drunk's fault... don't do this to yourself. Suddenly Jordan felt what Woody must have felt all that time, like she was on the outside looking in on him. She could hear him at all, not a sob, not even a whimper... he just silently cried on her shoulder, his chin resting ever so softly, taking in the smell of her shampoo. Fragments of memories flashed before his eyes. Like grainy home videos, all indistinct and choppy. She was so beautiful, spinning around happily in the fountain at the center of town. Her hair in wet clumps down her back, her eyes shining blissfully. Her nose was perfect, he thought to himself, it sloped down gently, it was so picturesque, just like her.

Jordan's hands were wrapped around his back, calmly he draped his arms around her neck, he missed talking to her, being able to be there for her, just be there. Some days be wished he could read what went threw her mind at times. And maybe if hearts were unbreakable he could ask her. The wind picked up, blowing her hair into his face. Neither one of them wanted to move, so they didn't, they just sat like that for what seemed like forever, while this broken images ran threw his mind.

He could remember what if felt like to stand in the doorway of that hospital, his little girl lying lifeless in the bed, the white sheets swallowing her small body. He remembered telling her that daddy was there, and he wouldn't let anything happen to her. He remembered the doctor telling him there was nothing he could do... it was no use.

He remembered how cold the room felt.

"What happened to Tiffany?" Jordan asked as she pulled away.

"She blamed me, without are little girl there was no reason for her to stay with me... three months later she filed for divorce." He rubbed his hand threw his hair tiredly, "Jordan I miss Kody." He whispered like a child.

"I know Woody, I know you do." She reassured him, a tear running down her face.

"When does the pain stop?" he mumbled, looking her in the eyes.

"When it does I'll let you know." She answered, stroking his hair. Jordan couldn't look at him, not when he was like this, he was so weak, so venerable. She didn't know this Tiffany, but she had to be a real charmer, Woody lost his daughter and his wife in a three month time period. She now only knew how alone he was, no family, no friends, in a strange town far from home... she had felt that way many times, running had been her specialty, when things got bad, she'd just get up and take off as she could to where it was safe to breath. Now, not a forklift nor crowbar could take her away from Woody. She sat there for the longest time just stroking his hair. All those years, all the hours, all of the sweat, all the tears, everything it had cost her searching for her mothers murder suddenly didn't seem to matter, in fact none of it did.

All of those times that she had pushed him away, all of the times she had almost cost him his job. He still stayed with her, he remained during her tears, all of the emotional pain and suffering. He remained, he'd always remain, with her, forever.

"Woody, I can promise you it will get better, just... I don't know how, I just know, one day, everything will be okay." Her voice broke, he could feel her heart beating, threw her voice, he could hear her as that ten year old girl, scared and alone. He held on to her tight as if she would disappear, at times he was scared she would, that she was just a figment of his imagination. He gave a long shuddering sigh and stood, when he stood up, she noticed that he had lost weight, his tie was loosened, and stubble graced his jaw. She noticed for the first time that his belt was notched tighter than usual. He looked like death, like he was awake but not there, the way he just stood staring, his eyes boring into the heavens... searching desperately for the life he had lost so many years ago. He looked so fragile; she wondered why he was still alive anymore? For some reason she wanted to scream at him, shout at him, tell him he could talk to her, she was there, she would always be here.

She was lying to herself. He couldn't trust her, not anymore than he could trust Satan. She knew the reason he hadn't told her, he couldn't trust her, she would run, and run far away, then where would he be. Alone, in a strange city, with the one person he could talk to a million miles away.

It made her miss him so bad, the innocents of him, the way he smelled when he leaned close to her. The wind blew up and he shivered, it looked as if he was a skeleton about to fall over.

"Woody lets go inside... its freezing out here."

She guided his half dead frame over to the couch, taking a deep breath, and a good look around, she saw his whole life crammed into a small studio apartment. And his eyes... oh, his eyes, how she wished that she could feel them look down on her again with his crystalline blue irises, they way they looked, sweet and ingenuous. He never let her fall, not ever, it was her turn.

He nodded silently when she demanded that they go inside, truth was he was desperate for warmth, any kind of warmth, and coming from Jordan, it was all the sweeter. She led him to the couch and set him down as if he were a china doll, about to shatter, she came in with a warm washcloth and washed away any remnants of tears that had stained his cheeks. Like she was filling in the cracks of his life, despite to keep him from shattering in front of her.

He suddenly saw how venerable she was, she looked like hell itself, dark circles under her eyes, she hadn't been sleeping. He wanted greatly to take that sad look off her face, just be back on the balcony and holding her in his arms.

"Jordan?" he asked, taking her hand softly in his.

"hmmm?" she asked distracted, taking care of him.

"How about a nap?"

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"Woodrow? Woodrow? I have the Sullivan files finished!" a English voice yelled doggedly from the hallway, to Woody's half open door. Nudging in open cautiously, and peering around, justifying walking into the empty apartment with a shout "It was already open!" he glanced around the room, pizza boxes and a half finished Yahtzee game. Then he saw it... them.

Jordan and Woody on the couch, fully clothed, she was lying on top of him, her hand wrapped up in his, her petite head resting on his strong chest. Nigel smiled to himself.

"Its about time love, its about time." With that he walked out of the room, setting the files down and closing the door softly behind him.

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Note: Forgive any spelling errors please writing this at like three in the morning.