A/N: I really wanted to kill Devan. But sadly, I can't…Jordan is the one about to be killed. In anthro we're watching some sort of crazy educational movie thing I'm not paying attention to. Damn. It's over now. Oh well. You still get a story.

I closed my eyes and waited for her to pull the trigger. 'Great job Jordan. You can't get yourself out of this one,' I thought to myself. 'God, I hope Woody can find this place with the little bit I told him.'

Just then, I heard someone kick the door and yell "FREEZE! Or I'll shoot." I opened my eyes to see Woody - pointing his gun at Devan - Garret, and what had to be half of the Boston PD. Woody continued his orders "Stand up slowly and turn around," Surprisingly Devan obeyed, but she said "I'm doing this for us, Woody."

"Put down your gun and keep your hands where I can see them."

Devan's POV again.

I was just about to shoot that man-stealing whore when Woody and reinforcements came barging in. I obeyed his orders despite the fact I really wanted to kill Jordan. I put down my gun and put my hands up. Then I started talking more

"But Woody, I was only doing this so we could be together!"

"What?" He asked, confused, while two officers cuffed me and started reading me my rights

"She thought that by killing me, the two of you could be together," Jordan piped up. Then she yelled to me "But you CAN'T!!"

Woody went over to her and looked at her leg then hugged her. She briefly his her face in the crook of his neck.

"Hey, you can't say I did anything stupid this time," Jordan joked "Thankfully she only grazed my leg. My phone, however, is dead."

Woody smiled and then kissed Jordan before picking her up and taking her to the ambulance to get patched up. The last thing I saw of them as the car drove off was the two of them both sitting on the back of the ambulance. Woody's arms were around Jordan and her head was resting on his shoulder.

Jordan's POV once more

I sat with Woody on the back of the ambulance after the paramedics cleaned and bandaged my leg.

"I didn't think she would be capable of something like this," Woody said after the police car carrying Devan had left.

"No one did. But I'm very glad she's a bad shot." I mused

"You're not the old one," Woody said, kissing my head. "Come on. Let's go home."

Woody helped me up and we headed to his car. On our way, Garret stopped us to give me a hug.

"I'm glad you're ok," He said then added "You are taking the next two weeks off whether you like it or not. And Woody is too. I don't want to see you at the morgue."

"Thanks Gar," I replied and Woody and I went to his car.

On the way home he asked "How did Devan get you here without you fighting?"

"She drugged me. But she wasn't the smartest psycho wannabe killer. She didn't tie me up and she only had one clip with her."

"But that's good for you, Jo. And me," He added, taking my hand in his.

"Very good. She really thought that you would love her if she killed me," I whispered after a minute or so.

"She's wrong. I only love you," Woody informed me. "Hey, with two weeks off, maybe we can see about you meeting Megan."

"I wouldn't mind getting out of here for a little while." I replied "There's just something about psycho co-workers that makes a girl want to go on vacation."

The end!

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