Author's Note: For anyone who's read this, I apologize for not updating in so long. I've been out of state/country on business and have had very little time to do anything, let alone write.

Also, I'd like to add that I originally had Charley's name up there in Chapter 1 after seeing the episode with her guest starring, but because it's been so long, I'm changing the name (instead of Charley) to Renee. So, with exhaustion causing my very fingers to tremble, here's what I could muster. Enjoy ;-

Title: What Rivers Run Dry

Summary: As Garrett and Renee grow closer and closer, Jordan feels some apprehension about their relationship. Where is the sinking feeling inside her coming from?

Chapter 2

Jordan left the morgue with a grim expression set on her face. So much for Adam Healy, she thought bitterly. Why can't anything be easy every once in a while? She prayed the missing person's search would turn up something and slid into her office. Lily Lebowski sat before Jordan's desk, her fingers drumming her upper lip anxiously. Jordan frowned at her good friend and closed the door.

"Hey," she said, sitting down in her leather chair and tossing the case file onto a building stack at the side of her desk. "Are you doing okay, honey?"

Lily shook her head.

"Is it your mom?" Jordan watched as a flicker of pain spasmed across Lily's pale face, but she shook her head again.

"Well, yes, I guess," Lily sighed, dropping her hands into her lap. "I don't know. I woke up this morning with this really awful feeling in my stomach and I haven't been able to get rid of it. And all sorts of weird stuff keeps happening."

Jordan leaned across her desk seriously. "'Weird stuff'?" Lily shrugged and massaged the back of her neck.

"Okay, well," she began, eyes roving around the office as she thought, "like I took a cab to work this morning because my car's in the shop and this complete stranger, a woman, who got out before me said my name."

"Oh, don't worry, that happens to me all the time." Jordan assured her with a comforting smile. "Lots of people have the name 'Lily.'"

"But she said my last name, too." Jordan blanched slightly. "I mean my real last name. The one before mom got divorced. Leboskowitz." Lily cocked her hand against the side of her face and watched Jordan carefully.

"Lil, when's the last time you got any sleep?" The auburn-haired woman stood up abruptly and wrapped her sweater around her shoulders before heading towards the door. "Lily, wait. Come on, Lily, it was just a question! You know the stress you've been under lately!"

"Right," she said with a sharp sigh. "Thanks, Jordan. I'll just sleep it off." Lily left with a pained expression on her face and Jordan watched after her with her lips parted in surprise. What had gotten into her? Jordan's concern for her friend was interrupted as her cell phone buzzed persistantly at her side. She checked the name on her Caller ID. Woody.

"Hey."

"Jordan, finally! Your cell's been off all morning. Where were you?" She frowned and looked at the face of her phone where the "low battery" symbol glared back at her.

"Sorry, my battery's---"

"Forget that," Woody interrupted, his voice animated with the upper-hand of having important news. "I've got a bit of news about the Healy case. Don't bother Garrett about cause of death; I can ask Healy myself."

"What? Woody, the body isn't Adam Healy. It's someone else." Woody's end of the line was silent. "Are you there?"

"You know, you really take the fun out of a good piece of irony, Jordan."

"Sorry…" She grinned, picturing Woody's expression fondly. "Do you want me to ask you if you have any leads, or is there a rebus puzzle you'd like to fax me with the answer first?"

"Very funny." Woody said dryly. "I know as much as you do, Jordan. This guy's a John Doe for all the district can tell. His prints either aren't clear enough after decay, or he's from out of the region. We're scanning the national catalog now."

"Call me as soon as you've heard anything?"

"It might be a while." He yawned, and Jordan's eye was caught by Lily's figure making a determined bee-line for Garrett's office. She shook her head, worried.

"I got time." She hung up her phone and placed it back in the holster on her belt, watching as Lily knocked on the glass door and waited for admittance. The uneasy feeling she felt earlier this morning seemed to have transferred into Jordan's conscience, and she didn't like it.