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"Oh." Was all Garret could say, trying to come up with a response.

"Yeah. Ran into him." She said, trying to straighten out the huge stack of files on her desk to limit their chances of falling over onto her.

"What's he doing?" She grinned at the faint hint of malice in her friend's voice. He, along with Nigel and Bug had been ready to tear Woody limb from limb after he had left.

"He's filling in, acting captain for the next few weeks." He nodded at that, and she could all but see the gears turning in his mind as he tried to figure out what that would mean, and how he could keep Woody out of the morgue as much as possible.

"You ran into him?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, I was thinking down by the river and he stopped by not knowing I was there." She knew the way Garret's mind worked. He would have thought that Woody had tracked her down.

"How's he doing?" She fought a grin. Garret was just as subtle as Woody had been. All but flat out asking about the relationship angle. Woody had pretty much seen if she was in fact, engaged, and Garret was now asking the same thing about Woody.

"He's doing good." She shrugged and stretched.

"So you keep thinking about him?" She nodded at that. "He hurt you before." He pointed out and she glared at him.

"Garret, I don't need you reminding me." He grinned.

"Stabzy's a good guy." Her eyes met his dark ones.

"You said the same thing about Woody." That quickly got him to look down at the floor.

"Woody left you behind." He pointed out.

"And Shaw's never been in a place this long before."

"Says something about you." She rolled her eyes.

"Then why didn't Woody stick around?" It was something that she had wondered. It made her friends' concern for her seem fake and phony, the way that they said that if Woody left than he didn't deserve her, but yet, if she was so much better than Woody, why did Woody leave her. He had to have left her for a reason.

"Look, if Woody couldn't see that you're one of the most amazing people I"ve ever met then-" She laughed a single, bitter laugh.

"He doesn't deserve me." She finished for him, knowing full well what the rest of the line was. "Spare me the self confidence boost Gar, it's so not you. Woody left, I have Shaw, end of story." He quirked his eyebrow at her.

"Is it?" She started to say yes but couldn't. "What do you want Jordan?" She rolled the question around in her brain, trying to come up with exactly what she wanted.

"I want a relationship."

"You have that. Do you want a husband? Do you want Shaw or is he just the next best thing." She swallowed hard.

"What would you do?" She asked him and he laughed.

"You're talking to Mr. Walk-all-over-me-let's-make-things-work. I wouldn't have even toyed with Woody in the first place." She laughed at Garret's representation of himself. He had himself down, at least, she had seen the way that he had bent over backwards trying to make relationships work, and that's where they were different. She understood that there was a certain amount of work to put into a relationship, but she also knew when it was over.

"We're going on my circumstances here. Would you pick Woody now that he's back or Shaw?" He grinned, knowing full well that she was trying to avoid having to make the decision solely on her own.

"Do you love him?" He asked her.

"Which him?"

"Both." She thought about it, deciding on which one.

"Shaw? Definitely. Woody? I don't know. I thought I did, then he left, and now, I don't know." He smiled faintly at her.

"If I were you I'd go for the safe bet, you love Shaw, Shaw loves you. But you've always been a risk taker." She laughed.

"I am, aren't I?" He chuckled as well.

"Go with what you're heart's telling you." He got up and started towards the door. "If you still love him, don't let him slip away again." He opened the door and walked out. "And don't forget about the paperwork!" He called over his shoulder, walking away down the hall, leaving her alone to decide what exactly she wanted.