Jordan walked threw the glass doors of the morgue intent on getting something to take her mind off of Woody. When she bumped right into him. Mackenzie was in front of him, chattering happily to a brand new doll, Woody juggling his cell phone and about seven bags.

"No mom if its moving its not dead." He stated, as Jordan came up behind them.

She stifled a laugh, Mac looked up at her, throwing a wide grin, exposing a missing front tooth. Jordan smiled back and waited to hear what was going on.

"If it's hopping around it's really not dead." Jordan could no longer suppress her laughter, she almost fell laughing. Woody looked around him in confusion for a moment and sighed when he saw Jordan and Mackenzie laughing behind him. Jordan could hear faint snip its of his conversation.

"Aunt Sarah why didn't you tell me that Cal was getting married." He demanded

"He made me promise not to tell sweetheart... speaking of which honey, why didn't you tell me of that promotion."

"It didn't come up."

"Well your Uncle Tim god rest his soul would have been proud."

"Aunt Sarah, Uncle Tim isn't dead."

"He is to me," she stated staunchly "I'll talk to you later sweetie, I have a pie in the oven. I love you."

"I love you to Aunt, talk to you later," as he flipped his phone shut he turned to meet Jordan's smiling face. She was dressed differently than she was at work, her hair pulled back, wearing jeans and a plain black tee shirt.

"So are you guys having fun?" she asked, the question more pointed towards Mac than Woody.

"Yeah!" she burst out. "Woody bought me some clothes and this doll." She spurted, laughing in excitement.

"Cool." Jordan retorted happily looking up at Woody from where she knelt. He smiled back as she stood.

"Hey Jordan why don't you join us... the more the merrier."

She shook her head, but in the end gave in to Mac's incessant begging.

They padded around the store for a few hours, picking stuff out; laughing. And while it was stormy outside, Jordan felt warm straight threw. She now wondered why she was so scared of Woody, why he made her nervous. As she watched him with Mac, she suddenly realized that, if they had a child together, it would look remarkably like Mac. Mac set a hat on Woody's head; Jordan had to giggle along with the little girl. He looked like a complete idiot.

Snow blanketed the outside; the pure white quilt glinted in the streetlights. Mac skipped along threw the snow, sending a slew of powdery snow raining down on Woody and Jordan. "Calm down Kid." Woody ordered as she ran ahead of them.

"She's absolutely adorable." Jordan said, laughing.

"Yeah, she is."

"That was your Aunt on the phone earlier." They were each bundled up in there winter coats and mittens, cups of coffee warming their hands.

"What did she say when you told her about Mac." Jordan asked raising a eyebrow.

"I think she said something a long the lines of 'Who the hell would give you a kid!" Woody said mockingly. Jordan chuckled. Woody looked at her as if for the first time.

Her hair was wet with snowflakes, her cheeks red from the cold, her skin white though. She caught him staring at her. "What?"

"Nothing." He said, "Just forget about it."

"No... what?" she persisted

"No, really, it was stupid." He said, shoveling his toe into the snow.

"No, what?" she insisted doggedly.

"NO!" he said more firmly, she poked him in the stomach one, causing him to lean down. He was ticklish.

"I swear to god farm boy, if you don't give it up, I will tickle you." She threatened with a smile.

"Okay, Okay." He smiled, stopping grabbing her arm to face him. "I was wondering if one night we could have dinner."

"Sure." Jordan said nodding.

"I mean as more than friends Jo."

She shook her head warningly. "I'm not so sure farm boy, we already tried that once remember." She countered, the truth of it frustrated him.

"I know Jo, I'm not asking for a huge commitment, I'm not asking for a ring or a promise or anything. Just dinner, please." He begged, getting down on one knee in the snow, sticking out his bottom lip playfully.

"Alright, alright, just don't do that, its embarrassing." She stated, "Now stand up before someone see's you like that." He stood up, snow covering his pants.

"Jordan!" Mac came bounding up, her hot cocoa in her gloved hand. "can I give it to him now!" she pleaded. "Please!"

"Okay, Okay," Jordan said as the girl tugged on her hand.

"What?" Woody asked with his classic 'don't have a clue' face. Mac held out a small blue velvet box for him to open. "what could it be?" he asked with a grin.

Shaking the small box once he opened it, pulling out a simple chain necklace with a pendent.

"Its Saint Jude patron saint of lost causes..." She explained helpfully with her large smile. "I bought it with my own money" she stated proudly.

"I know, thank you." He said, slipping it over his head. "Now get in the car before you freeze to death." He opened the door for her as she climbed into the passenger side and buckled herself in. Jordan and Woody stood outside the car for a awkward second, just looking into each others eyes.

"Well goodnight Jordan." Woody said, hugging her.

"Goodnight Woody, hey, Tomorrow's my day off, how about you?"

"Yeah."

"I was thinking that maybe you, me and Mac could do something... like go to the park maybe."

"Sure." He said a little more excitedly than he meant.

"Okay, I'll call you tomorrow." She said, a little more excitedly than she meant.

They stood there for another awkward moment before he climbed into his car and drove away.

Jordan stood there for a few seconds longer before trudging across the parking lot to her own car. Before she climbed into her aged El Camino, she paused, looking up at the sky, all grey and cloudy, yet she could see the tint of the silver blue moon, right past the haze of the fog. It was there, she just couldn't see it yet.