Disclaimer: (points at previous chapter's disclaimer) What Alex said.

A/N: This chapter written by itsonlyme. Which is...Anna. Which is...me.

"A Scotch for me, and a beer for the little lady," Woody said, grinning as he sat down with their drinks. Devan laughed. It was nice to see him happy for a change. This was a side of Woody she hadn't seen in a while, not since the night he brought her the flowers after the whole thing with Alex Dwyer and Jane Harris. They had actually had a semi-normal conversation that night, and she had to admit, it was nice.

"Well, thank you Detective!" Devan said happily. "It's nice to know chivalry isn't completely dead."

"It's nice to know the chivalry's still appreciated by some women," Woody said. Devan could tell he was thinking about Jordan. He was always thinking about Jordan, how much he loved her, how he wasn't sure about how much she loved him, and how upset he was that she apparently didn't love him as much as he thought she did.

"Great," thought Devan. "I'm brain-rambling again...Perfect."

"You look like you've got some heavy stuff on your mind Woody," she said. "Care to share?"

"No thanks," Woody said with his trademark sarcastic grin.

"That wasn't a question," Devan said, matching his sarcasm with her own. "It's Jordan, isn't it?"

"Isn't it always?" Woody said with a sad sigh. "After the tunnel incident, she seemed...I really don't know, just, more human somehow. But she still pushed me away, even though I knew she had been scared and that I was scared for her. She seems like she doesn't want to be with me."

"She loves you Woody," Devan said, putting a comforting hand on his arm. "She's had a lot of rough stuff in her life, including some rough relationships, and that's kind of scarring. Wouldn't you be scarred by something like that?"

"How do you know all this?" Woody asked. He didn't think Jordan had told Devan about her mother and her brother. He didn't think anyone had told Devan about Jordan's situation.

"I've heard her mother was murdered, though that's all, and I can read people really well," Devan said. "They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and Jordan's eyes always seem rather clouded, like they've seen so much that they shouldn't have seen. I've seen eyes like that only one place before."

"Where?" Woody asked, now curious.

"Whenever I would look at Peter," Devan answered. "He always had that same look in his eyes as Jordan does. It was really sad. It's a good thing he left when he did."

"He did the right thing," Woody said. "I think an extended vacation in Hawaii will do him some good. In all the time he worked at the morgue, he NEVER took a vacation."

"He and Jordan are a lot alike," Devan said thoughtfully. "Anyways, don't worry about Jordan. She'll come around. And don't worry about doing other stuff with other people while you're waiting for her. You have a right to do what you want, and from what I've seen, she's not the jealous type."

Woody looked at Devan like she was a genius after she finished speaking. She had just given him an interesting idea.

"I'd like to test that theory," he said.

"What theory?" Devan said, giving Woody a weird look. "What'd I say?"

"About Jordan not being the jealous type," Woody said, speaking animatedly. "I'd like to test that theory." Devan finally understood what he was talking about.

"Woody, do you really think that's a good idea?" Devan asked. "I mean, what if she never comes around then? What if she figures you've moved on, and doesn't care anymore?"

"I know Jordan," Woody insisted. "She won't give up without a fight. And I think I know just the person to help me do this." Devan looked at him for a moment before realization set in.

"OK, woah," she said, putting her hands up in front of her. "You have GOT to be kidding me. She'd lynch you! She'd lynch me! EVERYONE would lynch me! This is NOT a good idea Woody!"

"Come on Devan," Woody said in a persuasive manner. "Isn't there someone you want but aren't sure about? Won't this be the perfect way to test how they feel about you? How Jordan feels about me? Please, just please pretend to be my girlfriend for a while? You'd be doing your local police force a gigantic favor..."

Devan was taken aback. Woody couldn't know about Nigel, he couldn't. She decided she couldn't take any chances. He was right; she wasn't sure about Nigel. Devan sighed with defeat and said, "Fine. When do I start...honey?"