Woody sat in his hospital bed thinking about everything that had happened that day. Their morning run, the phone call, the investigation, finding the guys, losing one of them, finding him and getting shot. Then, of course, the moment he could never forget. When he was being wheeled into the hospital and Jordan had told him she loved him, and wanted to be with him forever. He would never forget the feeling he got when she told him that. For a second, he knew everything would work out, and it would be fine… and then they took him into surgery. There was always something in the way… This time it was surgery, other times it had been a cell phone. It's like some greater force didn't want them to be together no matter how much they wanted it. He didn't know why he had reacted the way he did when she came to see him earlier. It was probably the worst decision he had made in his life… especially since he knew Jordan Cavanaugh wasn't one to wait around after she had been rejected. He would be lucky if he ever saw her again… and luckier if he ever spoke to her. Then, through the part of the window he could see through, he saw Nigel and Garrett walk into the waiting room. He hoped they were here to see someone else because they hadn't been very kind when they talked to him last. He was sure Garrett was going to punch him out at one point… At least he'd know Jordan was well protected with those two on her side. He glanced back to see if they were heading his way, and that's when he saw her. Jordan. She looked tired, and her eyes were puffy and red. Had she been crying? Was something wrong with her? He couldn't think about that right now… Jordan wouldn't be here to see him… they had to be here for another reason, but what? He didn't want to think about it anymore… he needed something to distract him. He didn't have a TV in his room yet, so he turned on the radio instead.

What's wrong baby, don't they treat you like they should?

Did you take 'em for it?

Every penny that you could?

We once walked out on the beach and once I almost touched your

hand.

The point of turning the radio on was to distract him from thinking about Jordan, but the song seemed to be encouraging his thoughts. How many times had he almost done something like hold her hand and pulled away at the last second in fear of losing her? He had lost her now.

Oh how I dreamed to finally say such things then only to

pretend.

Don't you know I'm thinkin', drivin' 405 past midnight.

You know I miss you.

Don't you know that I miss you?

Ninth and Ash on a Tuesday night

He found himself getting right into the song now. It wasn't the kind of music he usually listened to, but it seemed so soothing. The lyrics… they described exactly how he felt. He missed Jordan. He had to keep from laughing. It was such an understatement. He missed her? Of course he missed her! He'd only been thinking about her every second after she'd left…

I would write to you from a museum mile, toast to you:

your whisper, your smile.

Up the stairs at the Weatherford, a ghost each place I hide.

Glancing through the window again, he saw her smile. It was, by far, the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, well, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen… but her smile was a part of her. Her smile looked especially beautiful there, through all of the tears, and her puffy, red eyes. Then his thoughts wandered to the topic over which she was crying. Surely it wasn't him. He could never imagine Jordan crying over him.

If you don't don't know, why would you say so?

Would you mean this please if it happens?

If you don't know, why would you say so?

Won't you get your story straight.

He wished Jordan would have gotten her story straight long ago. Then they might have been together, at her apartment or his, right then. They could be happy together… if she had told him that she loved him when he wasn't in such a vulnerable position… things would have been so different, he may not even be in this hospital bed right then, and he would have never have had to tell her to leave. Things could have been perfect…

If you don't know, honey, why'd you just say so?

And I need this now more than I ever did.

He did need her now more than he ever had. He felt so alone… like he had no one, because truthfully, he didn't. Sure, he had friends at the station, and they would stop by later and wish him better, but they didn't know him, not really. Jordan had known him better than anyone… and his morgue family had cared. They wouldn't be around now though, not after what he'd done to Jordan, and Garrett and Nigel made it pretty clear how they felt.

If you don't well, honey, then you don't.

I left you waiting, at the least could we be friends?

Should have never started, ain't that the way it always ends?

Once again he looked through the glass, but this time he felt tears in his eyes. The reality of it was starting to sink in. Jordan had told him that she loved him, and wanted to be with him, and he turned her away. Even if it had really been pity, which he was starting to doubt it was, it could have turned into more. If she was at least willing to put up with him, he should have given her a chance. He didn't know how much longer he could hold in the tears. Then, he saw Jordan, Nigel and Garrett heading towards his room. He sucked in his breath, bringing the tears with it.

On my life I'll try today, there's so much I've felt I should

say, but.

Even if your heart would listen, doubt I could explain.

Garrett and Nigel looked expressionless. They stopped right in front of the window, not looking in. Jordan looked nervous and uncertain. She's scared to come see me, he thought. He couldn't believe what he'd done… Garrett and Nigel would have tried to talk her out of seeing him, but here she was. Maybe she did really love him, but how could he ever explain to her what he was thinking and how he felt?

If you don't don't know, why'd you say so?

Would you mean this please if it happens?

If you don't know, why would you say so?

Won't you get your story straight.

Jordan opened the door and walked inside. He stared right at her, blue eyes warm and welcoming. She didn't know what to think… was he ready to talk? Had he meant what he said before? "Jo… I'm sorry." Was all he could say before the tears poured out of his eyes. Jordan slowly made her way to sit on the edge of the bed. She didn't know exactly what to do. "It's okay Woody." She told him. Then she noticed the music. "What are you listening to?" she asked. It reminded her of the song she had heard earlier in her office. This song too described their relationship perfectly. She felt like she was in a horrible, ironic movie. "I don't know… I just turned the radio on and listened… it reminded me of you and me." He told her with a sheepish grin through his tears. She embraced him in a hug, and they both knew everything would be alright. They sat, silently and listened to the song.

If you don't know, honey, why'd you just say so?

Cause I need this now more than I ever did.

They needed each other, and they were finally ready to admit and accept it.

If you don't well, honey, then you don't.

So here we are now, a sip of wine a sip of water.

Someday maybe, maybe someday we'll be smarter.

Maybe today was someday. Maybe they were ready to be smarter, and take the next step. It was time to make some decisions…

And I'm sorry that I'm such a mess, I drank all my money could

get and,

took everything you let me have and then I never loved you back.

Even if today wasn't someday… and they weren't ready to take the next step and be smarter, they knew they loved each other… they were in love with each other, and they were everything each other had. Staring deeply into Jordan's eyes, Woody could tell. He sensed something had changed, and he knew everything would be just fine. The reassurance came when Jordan leaned in and placed her lips over his.

If you don't don't know, why would you say so?

Would you mean the please if it happens?

If you don't know, why would you say so?

Won't you get your story straight?

"I mean it." She whispered as they pulled apart.

If you don't know, honey, why'd you just say so?

Cause I need this now yeah need this, need this.

If you don't well, honey, then you don't

And if you don't well, honey, then you don't

If you don't know, honey, honey, then you don't.

And he knew she did. From the other side of the window, Garrett and Nigel knew it too. They weren't sure if they'd ever accept it… but they knew. They loved Jordan so much, so as much as they hated seeing her with any other man other than themselves, they'd have to accept it. And in time, they would, because for Jordan Cavanaugh, they would do anything.

A/N: Thanks for the AMAZING reviews! I was in Barrie all weekend and just got back today, and wrote this. I hope it isn't a let down after the first one… I try to please… I can think of many more songs to fit into place after this… so let me know if you want to hear more. I haven't even brought all the characters in yet, so of course there's much, much more to do with this. Ha, and of course, I don't own ANYTHING, except for the corny ideas. Characters belong to Tim Kring, NBC and all that jazz, and the song if you don't don't, belongs to Jimmy Eat World (amazing band!). Thanks, and hope you enjoyed it!