The next few weeks, Woody and Jordan were thrown together on all their cases. It was just like old times. They were becoming friends again, best friends even. One late night Jordan and Woody were having a long talk about nothing of consequence in her office. Woody plopped onto the couch, with an exasperated sigh. They bantered and teased one another as if the past four months had not ever existed.
Garrett and Nigel were talking in the hallway. They were discussing the cause of death of Mr. Jeremy Figgit when they heard laughter, a lot of laughter, coming from Jordan's office of all people.
"Oh my God. It's our never-ending/never-beginning couple!" Nigel exclaimed peering through the crack in the door.
"Woody and Jordan! In the same room! Laughing! They aren't killing each other?" Garrett rebounded, stunned.
"I wonder if you know…" Nigel smirked. "It looks as though Jordan's depression has lifted and dear Woodrow has regained his country-boy self."
"That's odd." Garrett wondered out loud. He had noticed a change in Jordan, but he had no idea it was due to Woody Hoyt.
"Well, you have your birthday bash on Saturday, I guess we'll see then if anything is going on," Nigel reluctantly sighed. He and Garrett went back into Autopsy Two to finish Figgit's examination.
Meanwhile…In the Office…
"You know Farm Boy, I'm glad you decided to take that stick out of your ass. I hated the Dread Pirate Roberts role on you-very unattractive." Jordan quipped.
"Are you saying I am attractive?" Woody retorted. Jordan blushed five shades of red. "And besides, if I started off as Farm Boy, and then I was Dread Pirate Roberts, I'd be plain old Westley now. The ultimate lover and remarkable hero!" Woody added excitedly.
"You think pretty highly of yourself there Woods. And besides you will always be Farm Boy to me." She laughed.
"We'll see about that" Woody responded, raising an eyebrow and winking. He wrapped his arms around Jordan's waist and pulled her on top of him. He slid her under him and began to tickle her mercilessly. Jordan playfully fought back. She swatted at his arms and he feigned pain. Both were having the times of their lives.
Woody pulled Jordan back on top of him and both relaxed into the couch and one another. They laid that way for a long time. Both were far more comfortable than they wanted to admit, more comfortable than they should be thinking about the recent events of the summer. The fact was that they could not deny it, it worked. All of it. Now it was only another round of chase games and dancing around the issue to be able to admit it and accept it.