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Authors' Note- Well there's not going to be much more to this one, just one more chapter after this. It appears that certain members of the morgue staff have been paying attention and are hatching a plan. When Lily and Nigel put their heads together, be afraid, then stand back and watch the fun.

Nigel and Lily sat side by side through the staff meeting, watching Garret and Jordan avoid each others eyes yet again. For the past several days they'd both noticed that neither their boss or his best friend were speaking to each other or making eye contact. Yet each time one would look away the other would be staring with a look of longing and regret.

Nigel and Lily both knew something needed to be done. There was far too much tension in the air to avoid and ignoring it was impossible. Something had happened between the two best friends and they needed to fix it, it some way, shape or form.

"So what's your idea luv?" Nigel asked her after they'd left the conference room and settled in his office. The lanky Brit leaned back in his chair, as she sighed and shrugged.

"That's it, I don't have one. We've forced them both to see Stiles, and that didn't help, they still avoid each other like the plague and neither one of them will tell us why." Lily thought about it for a moment. "We need to force them to get over whatever fight they had and suck it up and deal."

Nigel broke out into a broad grin. "Well, we may not be able to force them to get over it, but we can force them to be somewhat civil to each other. At least for a bit." Lily's grin matched his own.

"How would that be?" She asked him and he leaned in to whisper with a mischievous grin on his face and the more he told her the bigger and broader her grin got.

GARRET's POV

Of all the possible times for the number of calls to drop this is the worst. If we were busy, avoiding the issue would be easier, but these slow days are killing me. I walk in each morning and the first thing I see is Jordan. Every damned morning since she told me she wanted to forget the kiss, she's been hanging around downstairs as I come in. I suffer through the morning elevator ride and the car is filled with her perfume. I try to think of something to say but I'm afraid that if I speak when we're alone I'll blurt out everything. So I ride up in silence and head to my office as quickly as possible, if I'm behind a closed door she's less likely to pop in and strike up a conversation.

As the day wears on I can't seem to escape her, until Lily asks me to help her get the files moved to the new file room. This is just the kind of scut work Jordan despises, so I don't think I'll have to worry about her for a while. I spend an hour getting the movers to put the new file cabinets in the right place and then settle in to begin the tedious task putting away the files.

I hear footsteps behind me and smell her perfume. I give her a smile, but can't think of anything to say that doesn't begin and end with I love you. I turn back to the files and pray she finds something else to do, but a few minutes later there she is again with another stack of files, nearly dropping them on the floor. I grab them and we start putting them away. For a brief moment her hand is laid over mine as we reach for the same file and I feel as though I've been struck by lightening.

I don't know how much more of this I can take without breaking. I haven't slept more than an hour at a time since that kiss. I drift off and dream of her, not always about sex, sometimes just about being with her, talking, holding her. I can't forget the feel of her lips, the smell of her perfume. I'm going out of my mind and she doesn't even notice it.

I need her in a way I've never needed anyone before, being around her is hell, but not being around her is worse. I spent the weekend prowling my apartment and counting the hours until Monday morning. The hours left until I could breath again, feel again.

Macy, you are pitiful. You're dangerously close to being obsessed and it's making you maudlin. Get out and find someone to date. Get laid and get her out of your Goddamned mind.

I wonder if it's possible to die from unrequited love. I've never done the autopsy of anyone who died of a broken heart. Maybe I'll make medical history and be the first. While I'm contemplating just how you would write up that death certificate, I hear the door swing shut behind us.

"What the hell?" I turn as she walks to the door and tries it. It opens a crack. She tries pushing, but it doesn't move any further. I move over beside her and try. After a couple of futile attempts, Jordan looks out through the crack and begins pounding on the door. I know too well that unless someone is standing in the hall, nobody will hear her banging. I pull out my cell phone and pray I can get reception.

As I dial Lily's number, Jordan continues to pound, stopping as I hear Lily answer. She is obviously in the hall and enjoying this far too much. This is not what I need today, Lily deciding to 'force' us to kiss and make up. The problem is, I'd love to get into the kissing part but it would hurt Jordan if I pushed it and I'm never going to see her hurt again if I can stop it.

After Lily walks off laughing at the two of us yelling at her, Jordan slides down the wall and sits. There's no point in standing around until Lily decides to let us out and unfortunately my cell has lost signal so I can't call anyone else. I sit down too and wonder how in the hell I'm going to be around Jo without making a fool of myself.

"I'm going to kill her." Jordan says with a wicked grin. She's trying to pull me into our old banter and I can't resist.

"I'll help." I grin at her.

As she plans how to murder Lily and get away with it, I watch her, drinking in her face and the sound of her voice. God I've missed her, but I don't know what to say that won't give me away. The minute she realizes how I feel she's going to be hurt. I don't want her to hurt for me.

"Have we really been avoiding each other that much?" She says as I realize she'd been silent for some time. Shit, I've been sitting here staring at her, probably with my feelings written all over my face.

I turn and stretch out so I don't have to face her. Unfortunately that puts me right beside her, close enough to smell her unique scent.

"We need to do something about this." I say and she nods. I want nothing more right now than to kiss her even if only once more.

"We've let this get out of hand." I say, trying to forget the image in my mind. She nods again and I notice her eyes keep drifting away from mine.

This whole conversation is really getting to her, she must suspect how I feel and even without me saying it, she's uncomfortable. "Forgetting doesn't seem to work." Her eyes seem to light up, but I suppose that's my imagination. She's saying something but I've been so busy trying to think of a way out of this mess that I haven't heard her.

She's looking me square in the eye now and all I can do is remember how she felt in my arms. I wish that we could just turn back the clock so I could have that kiss one more time. She continues talking but all I can do is look at her mouth as it moves and suddenly I lean in and kiss her softly, Just one more kiss and I'll put it out of my mind for good.

A/N- Well someone is certainly feeling sorry for himself, but at least he kissed her again. Now on to Jordan Marie's thoughts on the matter.