Next chapter up as promised. Thanks to everyone for the wonderful reviews, I'm becoming addicted to them.

CharisRuth: Dont worry you havent missed anything. It's all explained in this chapter. Good guesses as to 'how', though. Glad your enjoying the story.

Chapter Five

Woody couldn't look at her. Not because he was angry…but because he felt as if he had let her down in some way. He was supposed to be able to protect her… he wanted to protect her, make sure she was safe. But while they were trapped in this storage cell, it was almost a certainty that she was going to get killed. They could even be killed. He could have prevented this, but he couldn't say no… not to her.

She had come into his office…piles of files in hand. He had just been about to go out for lunch, but her smile had stopped him. Every once in a while she would give him this smile that would light up her eyes, make every inch of him ache to touch her, and expell every rational thought from his head. This was one of those smiles. He wouldn't have left that room even if it were on fire.

She had placed the pile on his desk and explained about this case. The body of a man had turned up in the morgue three days ago. Jordan had done the autopsy and he had concluded that he had been beaten to death. Woody was familiar with the case…it had been dumped on him yesterday by one of the older detectives that still believed he should be treated like a rookie. As Jordan explained more to him he realized that the older man may have just done him a huge favour.

The dead man had been connected to a group that had been wanted for years, on dozens of accounts of fraud. These guys hadn't just gotten away with a couple of thousand…oh no…they had gotten away with billions, and they hadn't been afraid to knock off a few people on the way. The FBI had been after these guys for years, and now Jordan was coming to him with evidence that could catch them.

Coal dust and machine grease had been found on the body, on his fingers and smudged all over his face. This wouldn't have been unusual, except for the fact that the man had come into the morgue dressed in a very expensive suit and what Jordan had guessed were new shoes. Not exactly what you would wear for dirty work. Nigel had told her that this meant that the guy was most likely killed in an old factory or warehouse.

Woody had been skeptical at first. There were hundreds of factories and warehouses in Boston, and this was probably nothing that the FBI didn't already know. He had expected a frown of annoyance from her…and maybe a few harsh words, but instead she had given him a crooked smile that had screamed 'I know something you don't know'.

"That's were this comes in handy, Farmboy," she had said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a palm pilot. He had known straight that it wasn't hers. Jordan wasn't exactly the type to keep up with technology. It had belonged to the victim. She had scrolled down to the date that coincided with the timeof death, and then handed him the tiny screen. The victim had only had one appointment that day and it had clearly read (in capital letters) the address that Woody assumed belonged to an old factory or warehouse.

"Lets go" Jordan had said excitedly, almost jumping out of her chair. Woody had put his hand on her shoulder gently to keep her sitting.

" Its dangerous Jordan" he had said firmly " we cant just walk in and arrest these people"

"We're not going to arrest anyone. We're just going to check it out…look for evidence…no one will be there anyway. What do you think these guys like to stick around after they embezzle millions and commit murder?" she had said back trying to dismiss his concern.

And he had believed her.

oooooooooo

Nigel listened to Woody's message again…and again…and again. He had only called quickly to tell Garret that Jordan had gone with him and wouldn't be back for a while. Nothing that was of any use. For the last few hours Nigel had been trying to track down the position of the signal when the call was made. It wasn't possible to find an exact location, but he could make a pretty good estimate.

Garret had called Seely to give him an update. He reaction hadn't exactly been one of enthusiasm. The department wasn't interested in finding someone who had called to say they were o.k. Garret had been furious. He couldn't believe that the precinct wouldn't help them find one of their own.

The doors of trace flung open with a loud bang, snapping Nigel out of his trance. Bug stormed towards him with determination.

"How could you not tell me?" he demanded.

"Tell you what?" Nigel asked cautiously. He hadn't told Bug a lot of things and he wasn't exactly sure which one he was referring to.

"Jordan and Woody have been missing for nearly nine hours and I had to hear about it from a guy named Gary who works three stories up. I don't even know what they do three stories up"

"You didn't know?" Nigel tried to act surprised. The look on Bugs face told him that he wasn't convinced.

"No" he said "I didn't know…not until ten minutes ago."

"Oh come on mate" Nigel said cheerfully "you know we were going to tell you…you were the first person I thought of." The un-convinced look was still plastered on Bug's face.

" Say it" he said dryly "you forgot about me"

"I didn't forget"

"You forgot"

"I didn't…" Nigel was cut off by the sound of Garret's voice. He had walked in on their immature quarrelling.

"Guys…what are you doing?" Bug and Nigel stared at him before snapping to action.

"I was just leaving" Bug said quickly before walking out the room.

"I…ah…I was printing out…" Nigel stumbled over his words, and his chair, as he tried to grab the estimated signal area print out. "I was printing out this" He handed the piece of paper to Garret with a proud smile.

"I tried to get it down as small as possible…took some time but I think…" Garret cut him off again.

"Great work Nige" he gave him a pat on the back. "Lets go"

oooooooooo

Jordan watched the mix of changing expressions fly across Woody's face. They seemed to have fallen back into an awkward silence…again. It was her fault he was here now. She had pressured him into coming…into letting her come. She had known that he wouldn't let her come here alone. Nothing like this was supposed to happen. Nobody was even supposed to be here.

They had wondered through the warehouse, eyes peeled for anything incriminating. They had walked into the storeroom in the basement just like they had with every other room. Woody had been edgy, just like he usually is when they did this. He had stood near the doorway, shifting his feet and shoving his hands into his pockets. She had seen him do the same thing millions of times, and it still made her smile. She didn't like to use the word 'cute', but there was no other way to describe the action. The first time that thought had come into her head she had dismissed it quickly, trying to ignore those feelings…the feelings she didn't even have a name for. Or was too afraid to name. As soon as they had a name they became real. They couldn't be real.

She had felt him watching her as she walked around the room. His eyes carefully watching her…protecting her. He could always make her feel safe. He had told her that they should leave, it was getting late, and Garret would want her back at work.

"Alright" she had answered "I think I've got enough. We should come back later with a crime scene unit, see what else we can pick up." She had gone to walk through the door first until she had felt his hand on her back to stop her.

"Did you hear that?" he asked in a whisper. She was about to ask "Hear what?" but stopped when the noise came again. It was a truck. Someone had driven it into the warehouse. Someone was here. Woody had taken one step back, taking her with him. They heard voices then…she could tell how many. Woody had taken his gun from out of his jacket and held it ready in his hands.

"Close the door" he had told her quietly. "Carefully" She had reached forward slowly and pushed the door closed, trying to make the smallest amount of sound possible. They had stood quietly behind the door, until the voices disappeared and the truck drove away. Woody had looked at her relief showing on his face, but anger and annoyance showing in his eyes.

"What?" she had whispered questioningly. She had known 'what'. She had listened to him…again.

"Let's get out of here" he had answered shortly, as his hand had reached for the door. It didn't open.

Jordan walked over to where Woody was sitting. She hesitated for a moment before sliding down next to him. He wasn't looking at her.

"I'm sorry" she whispered close to his ear. He stood up suddenly walking away from her. Jordan turned away and shook her head. He was so mad. If they ever got out of this she would have to…

Her thoughts were broken by the load shatter of glass. She turned her head in surprise to see Woody standing on top of the crate under the now broken window…blood running down his hand.

"Oh my god Woody" Jordan had said in a raised voice, slightly shaking from the sight of his blood. "What are you doing?"

I dont know if what Nigel did is possible, i just made it up. I dont have a day for the next chapter, but it will be soon.