AN: Gaahhhh! My computer went wonky (to borrow a term from Det. Capra), so this is late. But I hope you all enjoy.

Epilogue: Memories

Woody was happy.

He and Jordan had been together for a year and a half.

The first couple days after they had finally admitted their feelings for each other had been easy. They'd spend as much time as they could together, which, after one more day in the ICU, had been more than 10 minutes every hour, since he had been moved to another room. He'd scooted over on the bed and she'd lain beside him.

A few days later, they had their first fight as a couple. He wasn't surprised. There was nothing in their past that had made him even think that their relationship would be smooth. He had wanted to get up and start walking around. She had wanted him to rest for another day or two. The doctor had said it was up to him. They'd argued, and she'd stomped out. While she was gone, he had tried walking by himself. He'd made it as far as the room next door before practically collapsing. She had seen, helped him back to bed. He told her it looked like she was right, he wasn't ready. She said he was right; it was his body and his choice. The argument hadn't been a big one, and he was sure that there would be more in their future. But it had been enough that they both made sure they talked things out. They knew better than most what could happen if you assumed you knew how the other person felt.

After two weeks in the hospital, he'd been discharged, ordered not to return to work for at least another month. He had gone home with Jordan, since she had a spare room. He needed some help for a couple weeks, and it was easier for him to go there than for her to maneuver around his small apartment. Cal had stayed there, for another few days, before flying back home.

Woody and his brother were much closer now. Cal had become his own person, and Woody no longer felt like he had to take responsibility for him. They called or emailed each other regularly now, every week or so. Cal was still working at the Green Bay coroner's office, but taking classes to become a forensic technician. Apparently, the work he'd done with Bug and Nigel years ago had rubbed off on him, and he'd become fascinated by forensics.

He and Jordan had had many other special days together. The day they'd first made love, four months after his release from the hospital. They day they'd moved in together, permanently, which had been three months after that. And the day he'd proposed: May 26, 2006. They had a picnic on the floor of her office. She had to work, but he had wanted to propose on this day specifically.

She had said yes, but only after a stunned silence that had almost caused Woody's heart to stop. They'd kissed, only pulling back when they remembered where they were. When she'd asked if her working had marred his plans for proposing, he had said no. "I decided a couple months ago that I would ask you to marry me today," he told her. "This day was a bad day for us. I wanted to turn it into a happy one.

So they were getting married. On Jordan's birthday. When she had suggested the day, he had teased her.

"Rather celebrate your wedding than your birthday, eh?" he had teased.

"If you must know, yes." She had poked him in the stomach, but then turned serious. "That was a bad day for us, and I want to turn it into a happy one." He didn't know if she knew, but her words echoed his from the day he proposed. He hadn't been able to say anything, so he just kissed her, and made love to her there on the couch where they had been doing the planning.

The wedding was going to be small. His brother and her father (who finally came home six months after the shooting). The family from the precinct, the family from the morgue. Since he had let her set the date, as well as a half dozen other things, she had agreed to get married in the church. Paul was going to officiate.

Woody pulled up to the morgue, smiling as he went inside, greeting Bug and Lily as he passed them in the hall. Life was good, and he was happy. He knocked on Jordan's door. "Hey Jo. Ready for lunch?" He came over to her desk, dropping a kiss on her temple before leaning over her shoulder to see what she was working on. The form didn't look familiar, so he asked, "What's this?"

"I'm filling out a form for family leave in July."

He stood up. "Why, are we going to visit Cal in July?"

"Nope. But I'll need to take some time off."

"Why? You're not planning on us taking cruise or something, are you? You know how I get seasick."

She stood and looked him in the eye. "Wrong again. The baby's due in July."

He froze. "Baby. Wait, you mean -"

She nodded. "You might want to request some time off too. Being the doting father that I know you'll be, you'll want to stay home with me for a couple weeks."

He let out a whoop and grinned broadly. Then, sweeping her off her feet, he twirled her around the room, delighting in her sparkling laughter.

Oh yes. Life was good. And he was happy.


AN(last one, I promise): Aww, I'm sad now. All finished. I'll just have to content myself with writing more fics. But for now, I'm going to go watch the finale. I hope you all enjoyed this story!