#A/N: THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER THAT SETS YOU UP FOR WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. THEY'RE NOT MINE, BUT I CAN PRETEND.
CHAPTER 18: PROFESSIONS OF LOVE
"Hey", Jordan called to Woody from the doorway of his room. "Hey yourself.", he said looking up from the box he was packing. "So…you really are leaving, huh?", she asked as she moved inside. "I have to….you know, make a fresh start, new life and all.", he stated, waiving at his seated body. "I just don't understand that." "Why does it have it have to start in a different state?", she said quietly, as she came over and stood behind him putting her hands on his shoulders. Woody took in a deep breath, smelling her perfume. He closed his eyes, God I love her, he thought as he let his breath go. His eyes snapped open as he whipped around to face her, a million emotions running through him.
"You know why, Jordan." "You know that this is the best thing.…..", he tried unconvincingly. "For who Woody?", Jordan yelled, "For you, for me, for us?", "Who?". "You know, for almost four months now I've been trying to prove that I love you, and you just dismiss it." He tried to break in. "No, it's my turn.", she said angrily. "I will let you leave without a fight, if you can honestly tell me that you don't love me anymore." "It's over Jordan.", he said sadly, looking down. "That's not what I asked.", she said pulling his face up to look at her. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me anymore." "I can't Jordan.", he said, his eyes filling with tears. "I can't love you.", a single tear fell down his cheek.
Jordan leaned over to wipe the tear away, and kissed Woody on the lips. "But you do still love me.", she said softly and smiled. She sat down across from him and took both of his hands in hers. "Before you make any definite decisions, I want you to come to Garret's reinstatement party with me on Sunday. It's at five o'clock at that new Italian place across the street from the morgue." "I don't know, Jordan, I've got a lot to do before I go.", he stated. "I know you have all of the arrangements made, so no excuses Woody." "After all, the party is for Garret." "Okay, I'll go, anything for Dr. Macy." "They're releasing me at three.", he told Jordan. "Good", she replied, "We'll have two hours together then." She picked up the box Woody had finished packing, and as she was leaving the room, she called out, "I'll see you Sunday." "Yeah, see you Sunday.", he turned and said, but Jordan was already gone.