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She sat there, Leaning back in the padded chair. "We've got him, case closed, only thing left is your testimony." She nodded. "Walcott will talk to you about that." She nodded again and he looked at her, leaning back in his own chair. "So how did you and-Stabzy-" He looked like he was trying not to laugh at the other man's preferred nickname, "Meet?"

She shrugged. "We ran into each other. We had both stopped by the same coffee place to sit and grab a cup of coffee and the only table left was the one I was sitting at so he sat, we started talking and one thing led to another next thing I knew he was asking me to dinner." That was the gist of it.

"He seems-interesting." She fought back a grin. That was certainly one way to describe him.

"He is." She watched him toy with a pencil, as they fought to make small talk that wouldn't step on either's toes.

"He looks like he's lived a varied life." The battle she'd been fighting with her grin had been lost.

"He has. Mississippi, Alaska, Pennsylvania, Malibu and now here." One black eyebrow quirked upwards.

"So what got you so interested in him?"

"The fact that he's got something quirky or witty to say for everything. He's a natural storyteller." She usually didn't say much about Shaw. Most of what everyone knew about Shaw they had learned from the man himself.

But talking about Shaw was something that kept the conversation off of her. Talking about Shaw kept the conversation off of what she and the man sitting across from her had been. Talking about Shaw gave Woody the clear sign that he should back off, talking about Shaw proved that she loved him.

Talking about Shaw sent a very clear message. That she was taken, that she had Shaw. That she no longer belonged to the man that leaned back easily in his leather chair. It told him plain as day that she didn't want to be involved with him ever again. She may not have ever stopped loving him, but she didn't want the trouble and heartache that came with him.

"Fascinating." Woody commented and she rolled her eyes. Where had the boy learned sarcasm? "So I'm not the only one you toy with then?" She glared at him. This was not what she came here for. She came here to tie up a few loose ends about the case, not a few loose ends with her personal life. Woody left her. She moved on. Or at least thought she had, made a good show of having moved on .

"Captain Hoyt-" She started, stressing the man's formal title.

"Quit playing games Jordan." He told her flat out, cutting her off.

"I'm not playing games anymore Woody. Shaw and I are a couple. And a happy one. I don't need you trying to butt in and interrupt that."

Amber eyes met blue and hung there for a long time. "Then why aren't you marrying him? Still can't commit?" She felt the anger flood through her before realizing he was right.

"We're happy, I don't need a ring on my finger to prove I'm in love." He nodded and broke her stare.

"If that's the case, I'll back off." He gave her his disarming, sheepish grin and she felt the ice for him melt somewhat. "But if we're going to have to work together, we should at least be on decent terms right?" That was something she could live with, being on speaking terms with him.

"Yeah." She agreed.

"You wanna grab lunch sometime then? Just talk about what we've been doing with our lives? Catch up, you know?" She thought about it. That was a lot more than speaking terms. But they had such a good friendship before, before they had even begun to even think of each other in anything resembling romance, they had been friends. And that was one of the things she had missed most about him, his friendship.

"Just lunch?" She asked and he nodded.

"Just lunch. I'll call you?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yeah. See you around Captain." He grinned at the way that she mocked his title. Maybe they could go back to just friendship. She had Shaw, she didn't need him. She walked out of the door trying to banish the thoughts of her failed relationship from her mind.