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-- ONE --

That day started out like any other day in December at the morgue. It was snowing outside, the roads were icy, and bodies were coming in what seemed like every hour on the hour. Autopsy after autopsy, car wreck after car wreck. "People never learn..." Garret thought to himself as he scrawled his name on a case file, before handing it off to Lily to begin notifying the family of the unfortunate soul that was lying in the icy catacombs of the crypt. He didn't understand why people in Boston continued to die in mere vehicular accidents - it'd been snowing in Boston in the winter for years and they should have learned to deal with it by now.

Sitting down at his desk and picking up a fresh stack of requesition forms that had been precariously balanced atop a mammoth stack of case files, he promptly slid his glasses on, picked up a pen, and started signing.

He had gotten through merely half the stack when the lights flickered overhead, before going dark. As the emergency alarm sounded, he slammed his desk with the palm of his hand. "Dammit! Why can't anything work around here?!" He growled at no one in particular as the backup lights and generator kicked in. With a heavy sigh, he merely rested his forehead against his desk. "Why do I still do this. I don't need this." Garret muttered softly to himself. "I should move somewhere warm."

"I hear Bora Bora is nice this time of year."

Garret looked up and gave one of his half smiles to Jordan, who was standing in the doorway of his office, a grin on her face. "Wanna come with?" He sighed softly and tilted his head back. "You...me...a couple of mai tais...warm sun...and no snow." Raising an eyebrow, he looked up at Jordan. "Sound like a plan?"

"Sure thing Gar. If you can get us free from the clutches of the wicked witch I'm game." Jordan smirked playfully as she stepped into his office, before perching on the corner of his desk. "How are things with the evil woman anyways?" She asked teasingly.

"I don't want to talk about it." Garret shook his head. "Besides, my relationship with Renee -"

"Ooh...first name basis. Is the sex that good?" She punched him playfully in the arm.

"Jordan! My sex life and my relationship...with Ms. Walcott...are none of your concern." Garret glared at her, annoyed.

"Oh come on Gar. Don't make me invite the book club in for a social." She rolled her eyes. "Hell, I told you all about my sex life with Tyler...now it's your turn to dish the dirt..." Jordan paused for dramatic effect. "...she as controlling in the bedroom as she is in court?"

Garret just huffed angrily and looked away from her. "I am not having this conversation with you."

"So it is true."

"No! It's not!" Garret looked at her with a sigh.

"Defensive defensive..." She smirked at him. "For bedding the DA I would think you'd get better at defending yourself."

"She hasn't returned my...personal calls...Jordan." Garret looked up at her and then looked away. "Just drop it, okay?"

Jordan looked at Garret and noticed the look of hurt that had flashed across his face when he told her to drop it. She sat and watched as Garret took a few deep breaths while he looked in the other direction. She knew him well enough - and she knew enough about his past relationships - to tell something was up. After a few minutes of silence, she stood up and walked over, kissing the top of his head softly. "I'm sorry Gar." She spoke softly and then wrapped her around around his shoulders, resting her chin on one shoulder. "I should have dropped it sooner."

Garret looked over at her. "Since when have you ever listened to me? Honestly Jordan."

"Very true. But I still am sorry. You don't deserve that." Jordan smiled. "From any woman."

He just shrugged. "Thought this one might actually go somewhere. Should've known it was pointless."

"Awww Garret...that's not true. You'll find someone, just like you keep telling me that I'll find someone. We know it's true but at the moment, the situation seems very bleak." Jordan kissed the side of his head softly as the main power came back on. "If you'll excuse me, I have a date with a bonesaw I can't be late for."

"Go Jordan. You wanna go grab drinks tonight maybe?" Garret looked at her as she paused in the doorway of his office. "On me?"

"Hmmm...drinking with my bestest girlfriend...I think I know the perfect little bar." Jordan nodded. "I'll come talk to you after I finish okay?"

Garret nodded as he picked up his pen. "Sounds like a plan." He smiled as she headed back down to autopsy, and he started working on more paperwork.

A few hours later, Garret looked up as Jordan walked into his office, holding her pager in her hand and looking at him.

"Drinks are gonna be a little late. MVA down in Southie with a couple fatalities on scene. I'm heading out now and taking either you or Nigel with me...and he's slobbering over some bullet and a gun in Trace like it's the damn Holy Grail." She looked at him for a long minute. "You want me to grab him or do you want to come?"

"Pass up the chance to work a scene with you? Never Jordan. It'd be my honor." Garret got up and pulled his long black duster on, along with his scarf, before grabbing his bag he took to scenes and shouldering it. "Let's go get us some bodies."

Jordan smiled as they walked towards the elevators. "You sure you aren't getting laid?" She looked up at him innocently.

"Why do you say that?" Garret raised as eyebrow as they stepped inside the elevator and the doors slid shut.

"You're acting like you did." She smiled slightly and leaned against him. "I kinda like it. You're happier."

"So you're saying if I'm in a dry spell my personality takes a dive?" He looked down at her.

"Pretty much Gar. You're an ass if it's been too long. And don't try to hide it. I can tell." Jordan smirked up at him. "So how long's it been huh?" She kept a step ahead of him as they walked towards the parking lot, opening the door and holding it until they were both out into the frigid night air.

Garret looked at her for a second before shrugging. "Two weeks and four days. Not like I'm counting or anything."

"Right." Jordan rolled her eyes at him. "Let's go get this over with so we can go let loose. Find you a woman."

"And find you a man."

"Whatever Garret." Jordan shook her head as they climbed into the Explorer. "Whatever."

TBC