A/N Muchos props to garretelliot my beta. And again, to the men that have been rolled together to create W. Shaw "Stabzy" Daggers. And to all of y'all who don't review-c'mon, I'm actually writing a W/J fic. C'mon, I'm appeasing the masses here, play along and review, won't you?

A knock on her door startled her out of her reverie. "How're you doing on that paperwork?" Garret appeared in her door frame, and she shrugged.

"Couldn't you have given me the fun stuff?" She complained and a brief smile crossed his face.

"If you complain one more time I'm going to start prepping Bug to take my place." She grinned.

"You know you love me too much to do that." He grinned back and sat down on her couch, kicking his feet up on the small table in front of it.

"If it means that things actually get done around here, I'll prep whoever it takes. I don't want to be drug out in the middle of my retirement because you can't keep these guys in shape." She laughed.

"Counting the days, huh?" He shrugged.

"Another five years and then it's nothing but beaches and golf and doing absolutely nothing unless I want to." He grinned thinking of it fondly. "And I have a feeling it's going to take all five of them to get one of you in shape to take over. You complain about the paperwork, Bug can never see the bright side of things, and as much as I love Nigel, I'd be better off leaving this place to a two year old. At least they won't run it bankrupt buying every new gadget out there." She laughed knowing that it was true.

She stared back down at the file she was going over before sticking it back into it's clear protector and zipping it up, sticking it back on the stack on her desk before sighing and stretching. "I know that look, what's wrong?" He asked and she shook her head.

"Nothing's wrong." She argued and he glared at her, and she felt herself melt under his gaze. He was her best friend, always there to give her a hand with whatever was troubling her, always there to be the sympathetic ear and shoulder to cry on. He had been there for her when Woody had packed up and moved out, not caring about what he had just gone through, simply being there for her, being the one to hold her close and tell her everything was going to be OK, that if Woody didn't love her than the boy didn't deserve to be loved by her.

"Jordan." The tone of his voice said it all, he knew that she had been thinking about something, and something that was not good. If she was going to talk to anyone about the issue that she had, trying to love Shaw but at the same time still not having gotten over Woody, that Garret was the one to talk to.

"It's nothing." She said again and he kept glaring at her.

"You look preoccupied, and it's the kind of preoccupied that says somethings gone wrong with you and Stabs." She grinned sheepishly.

"You know me way too well."

"It's affecting your ability to do my paperwork, of course I want to do whatever it takes to mend the trouble in paradise." The light tone of his voice hid the true caring in what he said, hid the fact that he really did want to see her happy.

"Always looking out for yourself." She teased.

"So what's going on between you two?" He asked her. "He seemed happy enough a minute ago." She took a deep breath and toyed with the ring on her finger.

"Shaw proposed last night." Garret broke out into a wide grin until he realized what had happened.

"You said no?" It was more a proclamation of amazement then a question, and she shook her head.

"I said I needed more time." She confessed and he nodded.

"So what's the problem?"

"Woody." The one word seemed to be one of the hardest to say.

"Still holds a place in your heart?" He asked her gently and she nodded.

"And he's back."