Disclaimer: What Anna said in the last chapter. Which was to see what I said....hmm. So see what I said first chapter, lmao. I still wish they were mine; we all do I think.

A/N: Hey, who watched CJ last night? I liked the episode, was disappointed by the twice near kiss but I do think the show writers seem to be intending to have a W/J relationship...although that might just be me. Anyway, you'll like this chapter, I hope. Last item of business: please read Surfacing, by itsonlyme-also known as Anna, co-author of this fic-as well as Blinded By Light and some others whose names I can't remember...all the ones who've been updated recently. I'll have Anna give names next chapter. And review this one and all of the others; we as authors really DO appreciate it.

Devan and Woody sat at the bar a bit longer, glad that no one from work showed up and even glad-though they felt guilty for feeling so-that Max wasn't there. What they were discussing was of a....sensitive nature, and it would not do well for the others to find out yet. Not long before last call, however, both of them felt a certain dogged tiredness in their bones stemming from the surprisingly emotional decisions that were made and from their "elevator date" earlier, as Woody had so endearingly referred to it. So after a bit of an argument, Woody paid for their drinks and they left the bar. They'd agreed that the sooner the charade started, the better, for even if they weren't around their coworkers yet they had to be believable when they were. So Woody's hand was on the small of Devan's back, and the smaller blonde leaned against him somewhat as they stepped outside of the Pogue's warmth.

"Thank you, Woody." She said as they stopped between their cars, she leaning back against her silver vehicle and him facing her, just a foot or two away. "Thank you too Devan....I know we're really just becoming friends, but this is something that I'm not sure anyone else would have done for me-aside from Jordan, and that's, well, not quite the same." He blushed, and she chuckled. "But really Devan, I do appreciate it. A lot." Looking down at her, his hands had at some point found their way down to her waist and now he drew her closer, and she didn't protest. "I'm going to kiss you now...we have to practice, you now." She laughed. "Mhm, that's it, I'm sure it is Woody." Yet she offered no protest as his lips gently brushed over hers before he drew her into a hug. Though it was left unsaid, both knew that it had been a nice kiss, but nothing phenomenal. And quite frankly, they were fine with that.

He pulled out first and she followed him, not sure where they were going. She was going to sleep on the couch at his apartment, and they were going to go into work together. They did stop at her place first, so she could grab some clothes and a few other things, and then they continued on to his apartment. She changed while he brushed his teeth and then they switched, heading off to bed with a goodnight.

The next morning, they rode in companionable silence to work. Woody had to observe an autopsy that Jordan was doing, so he was heading to the morgue first thing. When they got out of the car, they spent an awkward moment taking hold of each other's hand. Devan laughed. "Geez, Woody, we're supposed to be believable." He just scowled at her but couldn't hold it in. "It is semi-pathetic at the moment." As they started walking in, Devan mock-gasped. "Woody not being perfect? Noooo....never." He smirked at her. "Mhm, whatever you say Miss I-got-a-B-in Algebra-once." She squealed, punching him lightly with her free fist as they stepped onto the elevator. "Hey, play nice...honey." She wickedly grinned at him as Bug stepped onto the elevator and quickly pulled him into a kiss right before Bug looked at them. Woody was shocked, but soon realized what she was doing and responded, looping his arms around her waist and drawing her close. Out of the corner of their eyes, both looked at Bug surreptitiously, Devan working hard to hold in a giggle and Woody working hard to hold in a smirk. A few seconds later, they broke off the kiss and made it seem as if they were doing so reluctantly, out of respect to Bug (who happened to be the only other person on the elevator at the time), though they still held hands. "Hello Bug." Devan chimed as they stepped off the elevator at the morgue's floor, the couple leaving a stunned Bug behind who then had to dash forward before the elevator doors shut.

He immediately headed to Jordan's office, catching the ME by surprise. "Hey Bugs, what's up man? You look surprised-don't have a heart attack on me." Though joking, she was concerned for him. When he said "Woody...Devan...look...", she saw what he meant. Her mouth nearly fell open but by some grace of God she kept it shut and swallowed hard. "Well...ahh...I knew they were getting drinks, but that's not what I expected." As Nigel walked by, Jordan grabbed his sleeve and pulled him in. In the next few seconds, Garrett and Lily walked by, and they were sucked in also. Nigel spit a mouthful of coffee all over Garret when Bug recounted what he had seen, but the chief ME was too amazed. They'd all known Woody and Devan had become friends, and were getting drinks last night, but the speed at which the couple moved amazed them. They looked through Jordan's windows (her door now shut) but only saw a blonde head bent over her desk. So they all left to go their separate ways, except for Garret who hung back to talk to Jordan for a minute. "Hey Jor...you alright?" She took a second to respond. "Huh? What? Oh yeah-I'm fine Gar. No worries." She smiled at him and headed off to Autopsy One where Woody awaited, Garret watching her for a moment before heading over to Renee's office to consult with her on a case. As Jordan stepped in after putting on her scrubs and washing up, she began prepping the body, but looked at Woody out of the corner of her eye. "Hey, I see you got yourself a girlfriend now Farmboy."