"Another case solved. We're building quite the stack of them, huh?" Nigel said cheerfully.

"Kind of a bittersweet ending though hey?"

"Buttersweet, I would have said," Nigel said, eyes twitching. Jordan grinned, fully appreciating Nigel's warped sense of humour.

"I can't believe he just confessed like that."

"He's a teacher," Nigel said, as if that explained everything. Jordan raised an eyebrow, and Nigel shrugged. Suddenly, she spotted a very familiar figure retreating into the break room.

"Garret!" she called out. He turned, and grinned as he spotted them.

"Evening," he said. "I hear you've had quite the run today."

"Mm, not really," she said. "I've had far more interesting cases."

"Easy confession, though," he said.

"I suppose," Jordan said. "In any case, it left Nigel and Ryan open for many tasteless bum jokes."

"I'm not even gonna ask," Garret said. He paused, and related the tale of Mrs. Fallon's suicide.

"Oh," Nigel said. "I completely forgot about Bug!"

Jordan laughed. "My corpses bum too much for you?"

"Ha ha," Nigel said dryly. "Is Lily ok?"

"Yeah, she'll be fine," Garret said.

"How could she just...shoot herself?" Jordan said, shaking her head.

"The human mind is terribly unfathomable. Alas, that is our calling."

"Actually, its the body that concerns us," Garret reminded them.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Nigel asked in mock irritation. Garret smiled and told them what he'd told Lily.

"I think you've missed him," Jordan said, reffering to Slokum. "He seems to wanna go home earlier and earlier each night...I think we're growing on him!" She smiled wickedly. Garret laughed heartily.

"Hey Bug," Jordan hailed him as he walked out of the toilets. "You on call tonight?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Well I'll swap you," she said. "Its only fair."

"Uh...ok," he said, nodding to Garret and Nigel, before leaving.

"Well I'm gonna call it a day, guys."

"Call it what you like, Jordan, the sun's down. Its technically night," Nigel told her helpfully.

Jordan grinned. "Night, guys," she said.

"Night," they said in unison.

Watching her retreating back, Nigel asked, "Since when does she opt for extra work?"

"You were lamenting about unfathomable minds? There's one classic example," Garret said.

"Hm," Nigel said in agreement, watching her turn the corner.

Jordan fumbled with her keys. The light above her car was busted, and she only had the light from two spaced down to go by. Naturally, when she heard a footstep behind her, she jumped a mile in the air.

When she saw who it was, she was possibly more disconcerted than she would have been, had it been someone unknown.

"Don't do that," she snapped iritably. "I thought you weren't talking to me, anyway?"

"What would give you that idea?" Woody replied. He had come to talk, make peace, with her and with himself. But the sight of her caused him to lose what little nerve he had.

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you wouldn't answer my calls, requested another ME even though I wasn't on call, have been avoiding me all day. Quite the turn, though. Once upon a time you were requesting me, now you're requesting anyone but me." Jordan found herself suddenly angry. "Why wouldn't you talk to me?"

"I wasn't ready," Woody said truthfully.

"Crap," she almost spat. "I called the hospital every single day."

Woody make a noise in his throat that Jordan couldn't decipher.

"Why did you come here?"

"My car is over there," he said, pointing.

Jordan felt angry and stupid all at once. "Figures," she said. "Now if you will excuse me..."

"Sure," he said, equally as angry, and turned on his heel.

Summoning up all her courage, swallowing her pride, she called out in a small voice.

"Woody, wait."

He turned, staring. Jordan looked at him and held out a hand, for him to shake. "Truce?" she asked. He was still angry, and stared coldly at her hand.

"I don't think we need to go that far," he said, disregarding her hand, her plea.

Her face hardened. Woody practically watched as the wall went up around her. Regretting his coldness immediatley, he turned and practically ran for his car. Jordan grew even angrier. The coward couldn't even face her. A sudden sadness came over her and she sank down onto the ground, keys forgotten on the ground next to her. She sat like that for a long time, until another figure approached.

"Jordan?" the voice queried. Jordan looked up into the face of her boss, (she couldn't think of him in any other way, even though he wasn't her boss anymore,) her dependable, fatherly friend's face, and almost couldn't hold it together.

"I thought you went home," he said.

"Where is home? This is more home than home, anyway."

"I see. Why are you sitting on the ground? Are you hurt?"

She shook her head. "I got tired," she said, standing up. Garret saw the look on her face, the look someone gets when they are fighting to hold something together, or something in.

"Have you spoken to Woody yet?"

"He again made it clear that is not...necessary," she said, after much deliberation.

"Jordan..."

"Don't go there, Garret," she said, turning, attempting another jump into her car, since the last one had failed so miserably.

"Alright," he said amiably, putting his hands up. "Do you wanna grab a bite?"

Jordan turned, the instinctive 'No' forming on her tongue, but reconsidered.

"Why not?" she said, smiling, and shut the door of her car. Garret returned the smile, thinking of the many days she had grabbed a 'raincheck' instead. Something had happened here tonight, and it reeked of rejection, but he didn't want to push it. She would come to him when she was ready. And he would be there. He put his arm around her, which was no small comfort for Jordan, and led her away.