Jordan stared out of the car window, her eyes avoiding Woody, who seemed to be cursing under his breath as he drove. She would sneak a look at the ragged looking scar above his eyebrow every time she thought he wasn't looking. Rain fell in sheets, the windshield wipers screeched. She felt so angry with him, yet somehow, she could since this loneliness seeping from him, like there was something he wasn't telling her. That was to be expected, in seven years people change, though she still wasn't sure if people could change.

"So… you married yet?" she asked, sounding more bitter than she meant to. He shook his head and kept his eyes straight forward. She chewed on her lip, leaning against the car door for some comfort, getting as far away as she could.

"What about you?" he asked in a low voice, surprising Jordan. She shook her head.

"Nah, you know me… can't even keep a plant alive." He laughed, for the first time she saw a glint of what Woody used to be, she saw the old cockiness that flitted threw his crystalline blue eyes for a millisecond. He quickly swallowed, and that flash of hope, that light, disappeared.

"So, you?" she asked in a vain attempt to keep the conversation cool for a while, pretend that nothing was wrong for a moment, and relive some good memories. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Um… I was close to getting married two years ago, but, ah, it didn't work out… turns out, one night an old girlfriend called, and when I got home Theresa wanted to know how Tiffany got our new number… she threw a vodka bottle threw my glass door." Jordan chuckled, as she did, Woody cell phone came alive, opening it seemed to snap her out of her reverie, remembering what he had done to her.

"This is Hoyt." He said softly, laughing at whatever the other party had said.

"So Woody, you got Doctor Cavanaugh with you?" Shiloh asked eagerly, Woody looked over to Jordan something that resembled regret? Or was it disappointment?

"Yeah she's here." He said lowering his voice. Shiloh let out a snort along with a tinkle of a laugh. "God, the tension in that room when you two saw each other… it was like at my wedding when my sister got so drunk that she thought it was my Bat Mitzvah and started stuffing twenties in my bra." Woody laughed,

"Shi, listen can you meet us at the department of sanitation… turns out our victim had muddy water in her lungs and a rat hair on her clothing, we may be able to piece this thing together and find her kid." He could hear Shiloh click her heels together.

"Aye Cap." She teased, he hung it the phone, and they resumed the awkward and bitter silence.

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Seven years earlier…6pm

The rain seemed to bounce off the sidewalk, Jordan knew something was wrong, he couldn't say what exactly, but fear seemed to crackle everywhere in the air. Soaked down to her skin, shivering violently, her hair clumped in tangles down her back. She walked, one foot in front of the other, slowly, committing the sights of Pearl Street to memory. She paused, looking up at her window, the light was on, she could see a shadow moving frantically above… Woody. They had lived together only a few months, but it was a start for her. She almost didn't want to move, scared to spook him. She had just come from the precinct; Sarah Sealer was safe in jail for conspiracy to commit murder, as well as her Gardener. It was over. Something wasn't right, Eddie told her that Woody had lost his job… this wasn't going to go over well.

Her footsteps echoed in the hall, skin blotched from the rain and wind, rain dripping from her fingertips. She wanted to open her door, but her fingers wouldn't work, she felt so numb. Mustering all the courage she could, she knocked, hoping he would answer.

He answered, his eyes were bloodshot, the smell of alcohol was redolent in the tiny apartment. Her mouth formed words but she couldn't speak, she pointed at the open suitcase and brought a ghostly white hand to her mouth, he was leaving. He stumbled around for a good ten minutes, gathering things that were his, clothing, pictures, small items, his toothbrush. Her hands dropped as she silently watched him, neither of them talked, neither had anything to say. As he shut his suitcase, zipping it closed, tears began to fall down her white cheeks and down her nose, pink from the cold. Woody stood at the door for a long second, she could feel his eyes burning into her back as if it was him, trying to will her to say something. Then the door slammed shut.

That slam seemed to echo through the silent apartment, snapping Jordan from her dream like state. After she listened to his footsteps disappearing, she thought, of something he had said to her so long ago.

"People fall in love, people fall out of love, you go where your heart takes you."

She turned on her heels and raced out the door, running down the stairs two at a time, she flung open the door and raced out in the street, all she could see were his headlights, blurred together with the rain. "Woody!" she shouted once, but he turned the corner, and disappeared from view.

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Present day… Jim's Mini Mart

"Alright Cavanaugh, stay in the car… ah, what the hell, why do I even ask?" he hopped out of his SUV and strolled into the mini mart, several times she saw his reflection in the window, browsing the candy section… then he disappeared from view. She noticed his gun sitting on the floorboard, a book of matches sitting in the ashtray. Yet his car was so clean, she remembered his old beater car he had, it was never clean.

She checked to make sure that Woody wasn't coming and opened his glove box, thumbing threw the papers did nothing to tell her where he had been in the last seven years. Slamming it shut, she leaned back in her seat, trying to see Woody's tall, muscular frame.

"Where the hell is he?" She asked to herself, something felt eerily wrong to her, much as it did the night he left. She swallowed the lump that gathered in her raw feeling throat. Slowly, she climbed carefully out of the car, Inching closer to the glass doors. She wasn't paying attention when she opened them, listening to the rain's rhythm and the chime of the bell as she entered the slick floored convenient store.

When Jordan turned to face the counter. She met the barrel of a gun. "Who the hell are you??" a voice asked, she couldn't see his face, he was wearing a ski mask. She stood speechless, hands raised in the air.

"Who the hell are you?" she sniped back, he shook his head.

"Damn it Jordan! I thought I told you to wait in the car!" Jordan glared at where Woody stood, the strung out bank robber had two accomplices that Jordan could see, one was holding a shotgun to Woody's head, she felt a crackle of raw fear run up her spine.

She opened her mouth to yell at Woody, but somehow the words wouldn't form, memories of her intruder more than nine years before ran threw her head, she would not be a victim. Yet her feet wouldn't work, her life wasn't the only one at stake… there were seven other hostages, her and Woody not included, and there was something about the way that the man held that gun to Woody's head, it made something in her stiffen, something inside told her that she just got him back, there was no way that he would kill him, she would never allow it. The one that held the gun to her head shoved her towards the scared group of people; Woody grasped her arm and yanked her to the back of the crowd. She stood stunned as the men paced back and forth.

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"Woody? Hey, Hoyt?" Shiloh sighed, placing her radio back down on the cradle. "Chief, I can't get a hold of detective Hoyt, he was suppose to meet me at the sanitation department half an hour ago… I got caught up with a witness, what do you want me to do?" The chief thought it over for a moment and sighed.

"Get your ass down to the sanitation department." Shiloh nodded and grabbed her keys, Boy, she thought If I find Hoyt, he is one dead son of a bitch.