Disclaimer- Okay, we do own them and we are never bringing Woody and Jordan together. Its gonna be Garret/Jordan from now on. Woody is being demoted to a traffic cop in Southie and …… Oh crap here comes Allan; quick hide the story boards!

Authors' Note- Before all the W/J shippers start yelling at us, the above disclaimer is a joke. We actually both agree that while we love our Garret/Jordan ship, it probably wouldn't work too well for the show.

Jordan's POV

I sat there, feet kicked up on the table in front of me, watching as he toyed with one of the chess pieces on the board. I stared up at the clock, both teasing him for taking so long and realizing that it had, for once, been a slow day. For once, we had some actual downtime in between to just kick back on the couch and be so completely bored as to play chess. Even though the board was always out, he hardly ever played.

He rolled his eyes at my impatient sigh and finally moved. I reached across him, and nearly fell off the couch trying to reach the rook on the far side. Only his arm wrapping around my waist stopped me from tumbling headfirst into the table. It had been an instinctive thing, but still there was something I felt about his touch.

I tried to clear the thought from my mind. Thoughts like that had been running through my mind for the past week. I thought it was just being on the rebound, that once I was fully over Woody they would stop. But they hadn't. As I lay curled against him, using his chest as something of a pillow, I kept thinking about him, about us, about just jumping in with both feet.

It was to the point where I was using his relationship analogies. That was something that he said all the time, that sometimes you just have to dive right into a relationship, not knowing how deep the water is, sometimes you just gotta go in headfirst and pray that it's deep enough not to kill yourself. That was his theory on relationships and I was tempted to take his advice.

It was back to his move, and he studied the board with thought, oblivious to the way I was studying him with the same look on my own face. I had started looking at him only to see why some other woman hadn't snatched him up and somewhere in there, I had found myself wanting to do so. Some point in that night, I had started thinking of him in a way that was different. Started pondering what it might be like to push our friendship into a different direction.

I had written it off as just looking for the nearest warm body, thinking that as soon as I got over Woody, as soon as my self esteem had redoubled that things would be better, that I would stop thinking of him in that way, but even after I had worked with Woody again, I still kept thinking about it.

Woody and I had gotten on surprisingly well. Very cordial, very distant, professionals focusing only on the case and not talking about much else. No fights, no tears, I hadn't felt bad after seeing him walk away, not the way I thought I'd feel.

And no sooner had Woody and I wrapped up the case than he was there, right at my side, making sure I was alright. He had threatened to tie Woody into a knot with his bare hands if I got hurt again, the same way I had threatened to whack Maggie for dumping him again, the same way I had threatened to kill Rene.

He had one arm wrapped around me still, casually, friendly. I took a gulp of his scotch. He faked glaring at me, and commented that if I wanted some I could pour myself a glass. I merely grinned and watched as he made his move before making my own, this time careful not to fall off of the seat as I moved.

I didn't know why I was so aware of his touch, why I was even considering this, why the thought of trying to take the next step was running through my mind. He was my best friend; he had been for over a decade, we had been more than happy to leave our relationship right there.

It felt almost as if my body was betraying me, telling me to find out what it would be like to just lean in and kiss those lips, feel the scruff of his goatee brushing against my chin, to just reach my head up, close my eyes and have my lips meet his. He was so close; it would require just the slightest movement.

But I wasn't going to. I couldn't. I had just been struck down by a man that I thought I loved. But if I loved Woody, how come he seemed so far from my mind right now? Shouldn't I still be mourning the fact that he left me? Still be pissed that he kicked me out of his life?

Instead I kept finding myself thinking about what I wanted in a relationship and some corner in the back of my mind told me that I already had everything I was looking for in a relationship with the man who sat there, my head against his chest. The only thing that we didn't have was wild, passionate sex. But everything else I wanted in a relationship I had with him.

I tried to change my own logic. I had everything I wanted but the wild passionate sex. All I needed was to find someone for the wild passionate sex part and all would be good. I had someone that I loved, if only on a platonic level, a man that I cared for with all my heart but didn't have a romantic relationship with, all I needed was someone to fulfill the romance part of the relationship and I would be happy.

It was strangely quiet, empty. We were the last two left, our shift would be over soon, graveyard would be coming in within a few minutes. I watched as he took a sip of his scotch, fighting back a snort of laughter at the song that had come on as he did so, the line of the song being "How I envy a cup that feels your lips."

It wouldn't be that hard to just lean up and kiss them, would it? Just do it, get it over with, put it behind me and sate my curiosity. My one downfall, once something strikes me it doesn't let me go until I do it, it doesn't let me stop thinking about it until it's done, gone, finished. It wouldn't be that hard for me to just forget about it, for the two of us to act as if it never happened.

It would only be proving to me that we were better off as friends, that I really wasn't attracted to him on that level, that I just loved him as my best friend, that he was so close to me because he was the man that I could trust with my life. That I would do anything for him and he would do anything for me. It would just prove that we weren't right for each other on a romantic basis.

He reached across me to set his glass down yet again, and he was just so close. I looked up and found those deep brown eyes focused on the wooden board in front of him. This was getting rid of all the tension I was feeling, just saying screw you to my imagination and proving to myself that there was nothing there. I gave him one last scrutinizing glance before lifting my head up off of him and when he turned to see what had made me move, I closed my eyes, leaned in and felt my lips meet his.

It was so nice, his lips were so soft and the goatee wasn't nearly as rough as it looked. I hadn't had a kiss as gentle and loving in years, as I broke the kiss and pulled back, I thought that wasn't so bad, but not the kiss you share with a man you're hot for. I guess it was just looking for a warm body.

Garret sat looking at me for almost a minute and just as I began to regret having pushed the boundary, there was a gleam in his eyes and I was pulled forward into another kiss. The first one had been sweet and gentle, all love and caring. This was pure liquid fire; passion, heat and hot, driving sex.

His lips were just short of bruising and as his hand slid through my hair to cradle my head, I felt my toes curling. Garret's tongue slid across my lips and I opened them without thinking. I wasn't thinking at all, just feeling and boy was I feeling good. I've never been kissed like that, as though he were trying to reach my soul and succeeding. I clutched at him, my body wanting more, ready to give everything. Feeling my mind spinning out of control as my body demanded more, more, ALL!

Suddenly the elevator bell dinged and we were on opposite sides of the couch. If my lips hadn't been tingling from the force of it, I would have believed I imagined the whole thing. My brain struggled to make sense of the last few minutes while my body screamed for me to drag him off to a bed, any bed, right now.

A/N- Wow, I wanna kiss that man! Whew, sounds like he really knows his way around a pair of lips. Okay cold shower time for me, review time for you guys.