A/N-So it got to a point where I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to do it, I HAD TO. I'm not saying all of you who reviewed telling me who she should pick didn't help, but it got to a point where I was driving myself batty. Don't own them but if I did I'd give Jordan a knock upside the head and ask her what the hell she wants. There is another one in the works though, one more.

"You don't mean it, do you?" the words came as a bit of a shock for her and she looked up at him.

"Mean what?" She asked, playing the fool even though she knew what he meant. It was a question she had been hoping to dodge for ages, one that she didn't want to answer.

"When you say it, you don't mean it, you don't really love me." she thought for a long hard minute. She shook her head, knowing that the lump in her throat was going to be hard to dispel.

"Woody-I do love you." He looked at her skeptically. "I do, just not in the way you want me to." She had finally said it, the words she had wanted to for so long, the truth.

"What do you mean?" He asked her, and she looked down at the sheet covering him. She couldn't meet his eyes, not now.

"It's just you're too perfect, you're the epitome of an all American boy next door." He looked at her with a confused look in his eyes. "You're this great wonderful guy who's loving and caring and perfect, and well, you're the picture of suburban life."

He thought about that for a moment. "Maybe I am. But what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing farmboy," She gave him a brief smile, "But I just don't want that. I want something exciting, not a white picket fence and two point five kids and a two car garage. I want something that's not that, I don't want to be the detective's wife going to PBA balls and hobnobbing with all those people, I don't want to be that person, I'm a city girl through and through, I'm not even sure if I want to get married." He smiled at her. "You mean the world to me Woody, but I just can't think of us past what we are."

"Friends, you mean." He almost spat out the word with distaste.

"More like brother and sister. You're everything to me, but I can't think of us being more than that. We've tried it Woody, it hasn't worked, it's too awkward." He looked at her, his blue eyes boring into her. It was the truth, every time they had tried to push their relationship further, she pushed him away, it never once felt right to her.

"There's another guy, isn't there?" She shook her head.

"No, no." She lied, only partially. She didn't even want to begin to sort out her feelings regarding that. She had told him the truth, that her heart was begging her to pick anyone but the man before her that it hadn't had a chance to make a decision on who that other person should be. He could see it in her eyes that she was lying though. "Fine, a fling, I just wanted to know what I felt, for anything, tried to see if I could get everything to coordinate with each other to tell me what I wanted. And they all came to one conclusion."

"What's that?" He asked her.

"That I don't want to live in the suburbs, that I don't want to be a detective's wife, that I don't want someone to be my anchor, that I'm a ship lost at sea and perfectly content to be so." He looked at her, and she could see the hurt look in his eyes, but also the resignation.

"You never meant it, did you?" He asked her, and she shook her head.

"That first time I said it, I was so afraid of loosing you I couldn't think of anything else to say. I do love you Woody, but it's not the way you want me to." His blue eyes softened slightly as he realized how downright emotional she was.

The past two weeks had been an emotional roller coaster for her. After Woody had gotten shot she had just gone completely numb. The beach had changed all that. And she had come back to see him and she realized that what his dream was and her dream was were two different things. "You never gave us a chance." He said quietly and she stared at him.

She had given them a chance, but it never felt right, it wasn't something that she felt comfortable doing, she had given him a chance and tried to think about what the future would be like with him and everything that she thought of was something that she didn't want.

"Maybe cause I know it wouldn't work. You want to be the detective that's the perfect picture of the American dream, don't you?" He opened his mouth. "Be honest."

"Yeah, I guess."

"And that's the only thing I my life I know I don't want. It just won't work, don't waste your time on me Woody, it's not worth it, it's just not going to work." He stared down a the bed for a long minute.

She had wanted it to work, she had wanted him to be happy, but she couldn't see it happening. The past few weeks had changed everything. They would just be weighing each other down, anchors to one another, neither one of them as happy as they could be with someone else. She'd be in the suburbs the one thing she never wanted, and her unhappyness would just make him upset.

"We're still cool though, right?" He asked her, and she wrapped her arms around him.

"Still cool." She held him close for a long minute and felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her.