Devan said she forgot some paperwork in her office, rather the small desk that was pushed into a corner away from all her other coworkers. I told her that I would wait by my car; I had driven her to work today. Devan reasoned that if we were going to go out on a 'date' right after work, there was no sense in one of us having to leave our car behind. Devan was so calculated. She gave definite answers; she was so different from Jordan.

I watched Garrett and Jordan exit the building. They stopped in front of the doors briefly before Garrett guided Jordan to his car. His arm was wrapped around her waist. Jordan leaned into him. She was smiling; normally after Jordan encountered Devan, she was sullen. Jordan wasn't sullen tonight. Garrett kissed the side of her head; he opened the car door for her. He said something that made her laugh. I closed my eyes; I could remember when she would laugh like that for me. I watched them drive off. I wondered where they were going. I was tempted to call Jordan, but it wouldn't have been fair to her . . . fair to Garrett.

"I didn't know those two were a hot item outside of the morgue," Devan said as she approached the car. I opened the door for her. She was carrying several case files; I knew what that meant. Tonight, I would be watching a movie, while Devan worked. Devan would occasionally make comments about how the science in the movie was all wrong or how transparent the plot was. Work was the only thing that Devan was really passionate about.

"Yeh, I guess," I replied as I got into the car.

"Jordan said that we should join them at some Italian place downtown," Devan offered. I didn't want to have anything to do with Jordan's date. I knew the Italian place well; it was her favorite. She always ordered the same thing off the menu . . . vegetarian lasagna with an iced tea. There was occasionally live music at the restaurant. Jordan had taken me there several times to celebrate promotions or closed cases.

"I feel more like a night in," I replied. I started the engine.

"Woody, don't be such a stick in the mud. This is my chance to get in on their little clique . . . it would do wonders for me in the office," Devan replied. I began to understand that this was her way of 'networking' or something, "Woody, please."

I hated when she would whine and beg . . . God, she always did it at the same time. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Before I even conjured the sentence in my brain, I was agreeing to her demands.

I wondered why I did this to myself. Devan was the anti-Jordan. Everything about Devan was clinical and predictable. She had one hell of a huge ego, but she had these beautiful eyes that reminded me of someone that I had lost so long ago. Annie. My Annie. Annie had married two weeks ago; she sent me an announcement along with a picture of her and my best friend celebrating martial bliss. It hurt like hell; they say you never really get over your first love. I had never really gotten over Annie; I ran from Annie. I ran the day after her father said he would never let a cop marry his little girl. I didn't even say good-bye to her. I held on to Devan because of those eyes that haunted me in so many dreams.

We walked into the restaurant. Jordan and Garrett had already been seated. They were seated at a table for two; it was obvious that they weren't expecting us. I could tell by the shocked look on Jordan's face that they weren't expecting us. Jordan hadn't talked to me in about a week. I wasn't sure why she just shut down the way she did. I wondered if it was me . . . if it was her . . . if it was her family. I figured that I would ride this one out. Jordan always came around . . . eventually.

"We weren't expecting you," Garrett said shocked. I saw him holding her hand. Her hand was still bandaged from the break in only a few days ago. Jordan's hair was wavy . . . she had on lip stick. Jordan never wore lipstick. I began to believe that this was really a date that Devan and I had just interrupted.

"We thought we could go out for dinner instead of ordering in. Besides, I never get to see you two outside of work," Devan rambled as the waiter pushed another table against the occupied table. Jordan gave her that look . . . it was the 'there is a reason I don't spend time with you outside of work' look. I could see the same uneasiness in Garrett's face. Devan ignored it . . . corporate advancement.

"I guess. Sit down. Jordan and I have already ordered," Garrett said. He didn't want us there; he made it so apparent. I didn't understand why Devan didn't get it. I sat next to Garrett . . . Devan sat next to Jordan. Jordan's eyes averted mine.

"So, Jordan . . . did you want to dance?" Garrett asked quickly motioning towards a small dance floor where some couples were dancing to Rat Pack melodies being played by a live band. She eagerly ran with him; her small hand in his much larger hand. They needed to finish their conversation elsewhere.

"Woody," Devan demanded. I wasn't about to dance with her.

"Devan, let's go. We are interrupting something . . . let's go rent a movie," I said.

"It's what we are interrupting that is so interesting. I think there is something in our contract about no interoffice dating . . . she's going to lose her job," Devan said. I knew she was Jordan's rival . . . at least in her mind. I wasn't sure if Jordan felt the same way about Devan; if she did, Jordan did an excellent job of pretending not to give a damn about the pretentious blonde that I was 'dating.'

"Devan, let's just pretend we didn't see anything and leave," I tried to coax. I had no idea what Devan was scheming. I could tell there was a scheme behind her intentions; there was this eerie flicker in her eyes. These eyes were not the eyes of my sweet Annie.

"Woody, if Jordan would seemingly lose her job, it would open a lot of doors for me when I try to get a job here in a few weeks," Devan said as a smile spread across her lips. I tried to think only of Annie . . . of the gray-blue eyes sitting in front of me . . . not Devan.

"Devan, you should be careful . . . Garrett wouldn't think twice of letting you loose," I cautioned. I knew she was competitive, but I hadn't guessed that she would stoop to this level to gain the upper edge.

"Woody, his decision should be based on the rule . . . they are breaking the rules," Devan hissed. Her demeanor changed so quickly.

I watched them dance. They were talking the entire time as they made lazy circles. Their lips were so close that I could nearly see them touching. I felt jealousy. It was wrong of me to feel that way . . . I didn't have the right to stake any claim to Jordan. Jordan was not mine to have. She had obviously moved on. I was left trying to seek solace in the eyes that held so many memories, but the eyes were all that I wanted. I didn't want the rest of Devan . . . I was being so selfish, but it was better than admitting to myself that Annie was going to only be a memory.