Disclaimer- Once again, Allan, Tim and NBC get to have the fun on TV, We get to have the fun here, unfortunately that means we don't get to work with Miguel everyday.

Authors' Note- Here comes our favorite shrink. (Note to eternalgorithm- those are black leather riding chaps.) Hey Goddess, we converted Keridwen, is that cool or what? Goody another convert, I love spreading the word.

Garret's POV

I sit behind my desk with a pile of reports in front of me and a pen in my hand, hoping it will keep everyone away. It works for all of a half an hour before a knock at my door pulls me away from thoughts of Jordan and how she felt in my arms. I look up to see Howard Stiles standing in my doorway. Wonderful, just what I need, the company shrink showing up. The man is too damned perceptive and today just happens to be the date we schedule for my psych evaluation.

"Howard, can we do this next week? I'm short staffed and trying to finish these reports before I get tied up in Autopsy all day." God, did that sound as lame to him as it did to me?

It must have because he's giving me that penetrating stare of his. The one that says he knows I'm bull shitting and he isn't going to leave until he knows why.

"Garret, sorry but my schedule is full for the rest of the month." He sat down in the chair across from me. "With you still under scrutiny, I don't think we should postpone."

I watch as his gaze travels across the intervening hallway and lands on Jordan. Here it comes, the whole are you going to break out of your self imposed..

"exile and actually try to connect with her or are you going to continue..." Howard's voice becomes a buzz that I tune out as Jordan reaches up and lifts her hair off her neck. I watch her pull it into a bun and shove a pencil through it; I can still feel it in my hands. Feel the shape of her breasts moving against my chest as her breath caught.

"Garret!" Howard's voice pulls me away from the torture of remembering what I'll never have again.

"Yes, Howard. I know, I'm not paying attention and no, I'm not going to talk about it. It has nothing to do with work and I'll get over it, alright. Now, I'm sleeping, I'm eating, no nightmares." I'll be damned if I'll tell him about the dreams of Jordan. I've woken up hard more in the past week than since I was a teenager. "The job is going great; no I'm not dating anyone. Does that cover all your usual questions?"

"Yes, but it very neatly avoids some important information, Garret. How much have you been sleeping? You don't have nightmares, but I get the feeling other dreams are waking you up; other thoughts are keeping you awake. Thoughts like who you'd like to be keeping you awake?" Stiles gives me that insouciant grin of his and winks. "Not that anyone could blame you; she's worth losing sleep over."

"Howard, are you a shrink or a match maker? It isn't going to happen, she told me this morning that it meant nothing and we should forget it." I close my eyes at the sudden shaft of pain in my chest. Admitting out loud that the woman I love isn't interested hurts like hell burning.

"Fascinating." Howard says quirking an eyebrow. "You told her how you felt and she said the kiss meant nothing?"

"No, I didn't tell her. Jordan's got enough pain right now, she doesn't need to add guilt over feelings she can't reciprocate. Now Howard, I really do have to get some work done."

"Garret, I can't believe that Jordan would turn you down cold if you told her how you feel. If you'd just.." I cut him off.

"Howard, it isn't going to happen. Now despite your insistence on belaboring the issue, I really do have a lot to do today and we are short staffed." I can't continue this conversation with him if I want to be able to make it through the day. Much more of this and I'll walk out of here and find the nearest bottle now and screw the job.

I stand and head out the door to Autopsy One hoping he won't follow if I'm working on a body. I'll get the paper work later, right now I'm looking forward to dismembering someone and since doing so to Stiles would not look good on my resume, I'll take a body apart instead.

A/N- I think Howard may have pissed Garret off just slightly. Perhaps the good doctor will have more luck shrinking Jordan.