Chapter Six

His hand was on fire. The cuts in his skin stung, and his knuckles throbbed in pain. He let out an angry hiss and shook his wrist to try and make the pain disappear. A small but firm hand reached out and grabbed his, stopping him from moving it.

"Stop that" she said firmly "You'll make it worse". She had switched into her doctor mode…he could see it on her face. Her eyes were carefully inspecting the cut, searching for any signs of serious injury. She pulled at her own t-shirt and started to wipe the blood off his hand. There was so much that it left a huge stain on the material. After a moment she stopped, shook her head, and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Take your shirt off" she ordered. Woody raised a questioning eyebrow at her, but then realized what she was doing and bought his uninjured hand up to the buttons. He undid them all easily with one hand, but had trouble pulling the shirt of his shoulders. Jordan reached out slid the sleeve off his arm, then repeated the action with the other one, leaving him in the white t-shirt he always wore underneath. She took the shirt and ripped apart one of the sleeves. Woody winced slightly at the action…it seemed like such a waste of a perfectly good shirt. As she wrapped up his hand she would send him these dagger glances. Her eyes were glaring at him…he tried not to make eye contact. She tied the ends up tightly by pulling on the bandage roughly, sending a sharp pain through his hand.

"Ow!" He exclaimed as he pulled it away quickly "That hurt"

"You could have cut your wrist and bleed to death you know" she said, ignoring his complaint "Of all the ways you could have let out your anger, you choose to smash your fist through a pane of glass."

"It wasn't anger" he retorted. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him sternly. It occurred to Woody how unusual it was to have her angry at him like this. He felt the urge to remind her of all the stupid, life-threatening things she had done. Things that his little glass-smashing incident didn't even hold a candle to.

"What was it then?" she questioned, her word still sounding harsh "You thought that maybe we needed some fresh air?"

"How else were you going to get through the window" Woody yelled back "There was no other way to open it." Her arms dropped back to her sides and her features softened slightly. The frown on her face had changed from one of anger to one of slight confusion.

"You broke the glass with your fist so we could get out through the window?" Her voice softened and her eyes brightened slightly at the possibility of escaping. Woody looked at her for a moment and then shook his head.

"Not 'we', Jordan" He said quietly "You"

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"Nigel, could you slow down" Garret almost yelled as Nigel sped around another sharp corner. He was driving like a maniac and Garret was starting to fear for his life.

"Sorry Dr M." Nigel said apologetically "Must be the thrill of the chase you know" Garret watched as Nigel smiled at his joke, then suddenly turned serious again when he had noticed his unamused stare.

They were all most there. Garret had prayed all the way over that they found both of them alive. He didn't even want to think about everyone's reactions if it turned out that they were dead.

"Alright" Nigel said, slowing the car down "This is the area"

"Look out for anything suspicious" Garret told him "…or familiar" Nigel nodded in understanding and looked out the window carefully. Garret did the same, trying to spot anything that could indicate that Jordan and Woody were there.

After about fifteen minutes Garret rubbed his tired eyes with his fingers, and then glanced at his watch. They could be doing this for hours…and still not find them. They may not even be here.

"Are you sure this is the right place, Nige?" he asked, not taking his eyes away from the buildings outside. Nigel glanced at him quickly with a look of shock on his face.

"Of course I'm sure," he said defensively "Why wouldn't I be sure?"

"It could be possible that were in the wrong area."

"This is where the signal came from. Woody called you from here."

"Yes but maybe…." Garret stopped and stared intently out the window. His eyes squinted slightly, just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Nigel was so busy rambling on about Garret's lack on confidence in his work, that he hadn't even noticed.

"Stop" Garret said. Nigel looked at him in surprise, but kept driving.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"Stop the car" Garret had almost yelled this, causing Nigel's foot to land on the brakes immediately. Garret threw off hi seatbelt and scrambled to get out the car.

"What is it?" he heard Nigel yell after him, but he didn't stop to answer. It had to be it. And it was.

They had found Woody's car.

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"What?" Jordan had said, the emotion evident in her voice. She mentally kicked herself for sounding so vulnerable.

"I cant fit through that window Jordan" Woody clenched his jaw and scrunched up his forehead. She could tell that he was preparing himself for another argument. And an argument he was going to get. What he was proposing was ridiculous.

"What?" Jordan said again, this time with a tone of anger and disbelief behind it.

"You are going to climb out that window, and get out of here." Woody continued "Then you are going to ring the police and tell them what we found"

"And just leave you here?" She was still trying to get her head around what he was saying…what he was asking her to do. He avoided her eyes at her comment by lowering his head slightly. He turned away from her and started pull the glass that still sat in the window easily from the frame.

"I'll be fine Jordan" he said in a quick whisper " You need to get out of here" Jordan stared at the window as he continued to pull glass from it. The window would have been tiny if they had been able to open it… and now with the frame stuck inside it, it was even smaller. He was right… she was going to have trouble squeezing through it. She turned her head slightly to stare at his back. She would be surprised if he could fit his shoulders through that tiny hole in the wall.

She shook her head slightly at her thoughts. She couldn't go. She couldn't. She wasn't about to make herself walk away and leave him…not in this place… not for those people.

"No" she said with as much conviction she could muster. She saw Woody's body freeze up. He stood there not moving for a few long moments that made Jordan very uneasy. She was about to continue in her protest when he suddenly turned around to face her.

"Your going Jordan" he instructed forcefully. His voice was low, but firm, and made her muscles tense up.

" No I'm not" she answered, standing her ground "This is a bad idea"

"Getting you out of here is a bad idea?"

"No! Leaving you here by yourself is a bad idea" Both of their voices were raised, each being just as stubborn in their convictions as the other.

" What happened to trying to stop me from climbing out of there" Jordan continued as she pointed to the window.

"That was before anyone knew we were here. Before they could hurt you Jordan." Jordan was speechless. Not from the words, but from the way he had yelled it at her. There had been a desperation in his voice that made her ache. Her refusing to leave was eating him up, and he had let her see it…if only for a moment. All other emotions inside her were suddenly swept away by another emotion, the emotion she had no name for. Woody went to run his hand through his hair but stopped when he remembered that it was still bandaged. Instead he opted for shaking his head while looking down at his shuffling feet.

"Don't do this Jordan" he said to her, his voice returned to an anguished whisper " Not now. Not while we are in this situation…Not when you could die."

Before her mind registered what she was doing, Jordan had reached for him with both hands, firmly grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, and pulled him roughly towards her. She hesitated for only a second before pushing her lips determinedly against his. After Woody recovered from the surprise, he reacted quickly, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue against hers when she did the same. His lips felt hot against her own and his tongue moved gently in exactly the right spot. She felt his good hand go down to rest on her hip. His hands were touching her gently and somewhat chastely in contrast to the intensity of his kiss. Her own arms made their way up around the back of his neck, her fingers becoming tangled in his dark messy hair. She pushed her body closer to him, causing him to take a step back into the wall. She felt both off his hands of her then pulling her with him and into his chest.

She continued to kiss him as she slowly let one of her hand slide slowly down his defined chest. She let her fingers rest for a moment on his belt before it traveled underneath his t-shirt and back up his chest over his now hot skin. He let out a quick loud moan as his muscles jerked away at her touch, then instantly pushed his body back towards her and turned her so that she now was backed into the wall. His hands were suddenly all over her body, touching her gently yet firmly. Jordan could feel every emotion in the way he kissed her. Everything from anger and desperation to desire…and love? She started to dread the moment when she would have to let him go, and was instantly disappointed when he suddenly pulled away from her. His breath was heavy and uneven on her neck as he just stood there holding her in his arms. After a few moments he bought his lips up close to her ears and whispered into it.

"Go, Jordan" he said "Please"

I was going to stop this chapter just after they started the kiss but i knew you all would kill me if i did that so i finished it in this chapter.I was a little unsure about this chapter so please tell me what you think