A/N again thanks to garretelliot for beta'ing and for all those of you who reviewed so far. And in case you're wondering, yes, I have stepped out of my usual zone of writing G/J stuff...I have nothing against Woody and Jordan, aside from the fact that Woody is so poorly written on the show.

She stood there, leaning over the railing, looking out over the river, watching as the reflections of the familiar skyline lengthened in the setting sun. What should she do about Shaw? She loved him, she did, he was the one bright spot in her life. She loved her job, loved her friends, but Shaw stood out above the rest, her Stabzy. But did she want to become Mrs. W.S. Daggers, or did she want to remain Jordan Cavanaugh, lonely old maid?

She wanted someone in her life, but she didn't want this, a commitment. She loved Shaw, but she didn't want to throw her whole heart into a relationship. She knew she had commitment issues, but every relationship she had just furthered her belief that they were going to leave her. Her mother, her father, and the one man she thought she could trust the most not to leave had left her high and dry.

And whenever she tried to see herself living the happy suburban dream, she couldn't. She could possibly see herself married, the relationship that she and Shaw had was pretty close to a marriage-they got along, but they fought, they loved each other, and knew when to stand down, and when to hold their ground. But whenever she tried to see herself walking down the aisle, it wasn't a blond-haired green-eyed young man that was standing there, it was a dark haired, blue eyed one.

She found herself so lost in her own thoughts that she was completely oblivious to the footsteps that came down the small alleyway that led to her overlook and it wasn't until the person struck the same pose as she that she noticed them.

"Not interrupting, am I?" A familiar voice said. She fought down a gulp. It couldn't be.

"No, just thinking." She said, looking over to see familiar dark hair and blue eyes. She turned her attention back to the water, not wanting to look at the man next to her.

"Pretty night." He said, staring off onto the water, and she nodded.

"Beautiful spot." Of all the spots along the dirty water that had become infamous through song, she loved this one.

"You showed it to me." He pointed out and she shrugged.

"I didn't know you were back." She said, struggling to find something that wasn't awkward to say. It was so weird to be doing this, talking to him as if everything was perfectly normal after not seeing him at all for two years.

"Just for a few weeks." He told her, staring back at the water himself. "Got called back, Captain's getting his knee replaced and the Sunny D said they could spare one of their captains for a few weeks." She nodded.

"Playing the boss?"

"Yeah." He said it simply, understated. He wasn't a big fan of power.

"How is life on the Sunset Strip?" She asked him. This was easier than she though it would be. They were talking, comfortable around each other, making simple small talk.

"It's good, laid back, I like it. Warmer than here." She grinned.

"Yeah, what I miss about California."

"So how have you been?" He asked her and she shrugged.

"Same old, same old." She said truthfully. There really wasn't nothing major, outside of Shaw, that had happened in her life. Her father kept appearing and disappearing, her friends stayed the same though, same old people that they always were.

"Hear you got promoted." She laughed.

"All it is a fancy title and a lot more paperwork for me, a lot less of it for Garret. I wish they gave him all my paperwork and I got all of his cases." He laughed at that.

"Pretty ring." He pointed out and she toyed with it.

"Thanks." She said simply, trying to think of some way to steer the conversation away from that.

"Lucky man." He commented, and she shrugged, unable to think of anything else to do.

"Nice guy." She admitted.

"I know him?" She shook her head.

"Met him after you left, came here from Alaska." He looked impressed at that.

"You two together long?" She didn't like this. Woody was feeling her out, figuring out her relationship status, and she tried to come up with a counter to find out the same about him.

"A year." She said, facing him for the first time since he appeared.

"He popped the question?"

"Yeah."

"And you turned him down?" This was definitely the thing she didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to go through this grief. She loved Shaw, the man in front of her hadn't been a part of her life for two years, he had no business reappearing in it and taking away what she had.

"I need to think about it." He grinned his usual disarming grin. The black hair had a rare streak of gray, there were faint lines around the eyes, but the one thing that was still there, unchanged, was his grin.

"Good luck then." He said as his phone rang.

"Thanks." She called as he walked away, amazed at how painless that had been.