Note: I am sorry for those of you who believe this story is moving too fast. I just think that four years has been long enough. I also am sorry about any incorrect facts…I really don't remember much about Digger other than the obvious.

Thank you all so much for your reviews, and I am like halfway here-maybe more. I'm still not quite sure where this is all going to end but I hope you all like it. And now, without further ado, the story continues…

The week passed slowly. The tension between everyone increased as the evidence against JD and Digger was… well there was none. No one could find anything. It was slowly becoming less important to the police department, as they began to think it was all just paranoia and pulled half the team off the case, the others remaining only because Jordan and the morgue staff as well as Woody were crucial parts to their system. But all future prospects looked grim.

Jordan was now staying at Woody's. He wouldn't allow her out of his sight for more than a few seconds at a time. He was protective, but not overbearing. Jordan felt safe with him, despite the fact that her two attackers were still out there-together.

The small bag of clothes Jordan had grabbed from her spare outfits at the office was empty now. She needed to go get more clothes and things from her apartment.

"Woody, can you come with me to my apartment?" Jordan called out while Woody was grabbing a few beers from the fridge.

"What do you need?" Woody asked, concerned something was wrong.

"Relax Woods," Jordan stated, knowing he was panicking he forgot something or was lacking on personal bodyguard duties. "I need some more clothes. Since I highly doubt I am leaving this apartment much until JD and Digger are caught and reprimanded by some evidence-which may be quite awhile. I can't wear the same shirts and pants everyday. I am a girl-that's not how we function Woody. You should really know that by now."

So Woody and Jordan drove over to Jordan's apartment. They talked as they rode the elevator up (because Woody didn't want the chance of being locked in a staircase when Jordan was still in danger-how sweet.) As Jordan fished for her key, a chill went up her spine. And it didn't escape Woody's notice.

Instinctively, Woody put one hand on Jordan's back and the other reached for his gun-just in case.

The door opened… and Woody and Jordan were left in shock.

The apartment was torn apart. Furniture turned over, all of Jordan's things were scattered on the floor across the rooms. There were cuts in the bed and couches. Everything was chaotic.

And they knew who did it.

Woody called Eddie Winslow on his cell phone, and told him everything he knew. Eddie and a team were there in a matter of minutes. Woody held Jordan on the now-upright couch as the team searched for prints or any evidence. They searched for hours. It was dark by the time some officers began to slowly move out.

NOTHING.

They had dusted for prints on the counters, the television, the computer, the bed, the bathroom sink, furniture, the doorknobs, everything.

It looked like another dead end.

Then Woody got an idea. He stood up, reassuring Jordan he was right there, and that he only needed to talk to Eddie. She cowered back into a tight curl.

"Hey Eddie. I got an idea. Dust the door knocker." Woody said.

"We tried the doorknob Woody…" Eddie began.

"No, no! The knocker!" Woody exclaimed to a very confused Eddie Winslow. "Look, Eddie, not even a robber just breaks in if they don't have to. They would try to be let in first-avoid any sign of a break in that they can."

Eddie saw Woody's point, but was still doubtful. However, for his friends' sakes, he sent an officer to check it out as he talked to Jordan about how she was feeling.

"Hey chief! We got prints! Good ones!" the officer yelled.

In fact, Nigel analyzed the prints immediately. He found BOTH JD's prints and his brother's.

And then, everything flowed together. It all seemed to tie up neatly, for once.

The cops found JD and Digger, and arrested them for breaking and entering. JD pleaded guilty to the abuse charges as well. And in a last moment of triumph, Nigel found matching prints on the coffin Jordan was buried in-linking Digger to the scene of the crime. He confessed. Both brothers were sent to jail for a long time. Everything seemed to be okay again.

Woody and Jordan were both still staying at Woody's because of the mess of Jordan's apartment and the safety factor. Jordan was still shaken… who wouldn't be in that situation and Woody was her only refuge.

They had not spoken of their confessions or the kisses since that night. And they were both unsure of what lie ahead.

But Garrett's party was the next night. And it would all come out then, all in due time.

After all, thought Jordan and Woody, I've waited four years, I can wait one night. Can't I?