I would first like to say that, unfortunately I do not own any rights to this show. Also, I am sorry for the speedy end to the troublesome brothers-but I hope you enjoy the remainder of the story. In this chapter Garrett's party is held at the Pogue, and while I know the bar has been sold-we can pretend that never happened-it is a fictional story after all. Anyways, here is chapter nine-Garrett's party. I hope you like it. Of course, feedback is always welcome (hint hint).

Jordan woke up from a very loud, very annoying ringing sound. It was her cell phone. She sat up, and consequently Woody woke up and did the same. Somehow in the night, Woody and Jordan had fallen into a laying position after they fell asleep sitting up against the couch corner.

"Cavanaugh" Jordan snarled into her phone.

Woody rubbed his eyes and looked around his apartment. The candles were burned out, only one remained with less that a centimeter of wax left to burn. Outside, the sun was shining and Boston looked as though the monstrous storm of last night was a mere dream.

"Yes Nigel, I remember…" Jordan sighed. Nigel called to remind Jordan about Garrett's party tonight. "Yes, Nige. Six thirty, I know. The Pogue, I know, I do own it you know Nige I remember there is a party tonight!" Jordan was getting frustrated. "Nigel! I remember the party-I could not forget. And since you really called to see how I was, I am fine. I will be there. So will Woody so don't you dare call him and annoy us more… And yes, I am at his apartment so no snide remarks from you. I know exactly what you are thinking and I have to tell you that I have no idea. So I will see you tonight Nigel, I promise I will be there. Now leave me and Woody alone, spare us from the constant calls. We will see you at six thirty. You'll survive without us until then. Bye Nige." Jordan ranted and closed her phone.

"Thank you Woody. I know I was quite a sight last night. Kind of embarrassing actually, afraid of storms but not murderers…" Jordan said to Woody.

"Hey. Jordan. You were perfect, and I must say it is nothing to be embarrassed about-we all have our fears."

"Well then what's yours? I've never seen you afraid of anything. Not really." Jordan asked quietly.

"My fear? Well Jo, I'm afraid…I'm afraid…I'm afraid of losing you." Woody confessed. He said it, it was out there and he finally said it.

"Losing me? Farm Boy, that's impossible!" Jordan smiled.

"Why Jo? You're always getting into more trouble than either of us can handle. I'm so afraid one of these days…I may lose you. I couldn't bear that, I couldn't live if I lost you Jo. I know you don't understand that, not really, but it's true. And I know I never had you-so losing you is complicated-but it is my deepest fear. And that's the truth."

"Woody. You've always had me. I just could never get around to telling you so. And while storms are definitely scary, losing you is the worst nightmare I could ever face. After you were shot-I couldn't sleep for weeks. Then it was only for a few hours at a time. I always awoke from this terrible dream, the echo of a gunshot sounding in my nightmares every night. I died that day." Jordan quivered.

"Well, I'm glad you rose out of your grave-what did it? What brought you back to the land of the living Jo?" Woody smiled.

"You." Jordan smiled back. "You got better, you walked, you spoke to me, harshly and cruely at first sure-but you spoke to me."

"I'm sorry Jo. I was so hurt by everything that happened, it wasn't all about you…"

"It's okay Woody. We both messed up. But the past is the past. And if we dwell on it, then we can never have a real future." Jordan said.

"Wow. I'm impressed." Woody replied.

"Well, after four years, I've learned a few things from you Woodrow Wilson Hoyt." Jordan smirked.

"And you've taught me more than you'll ever know Jordan Marie Cavanaugh.

The Pogue, 6:30

Garrett's Party

"A toast!" Nigel called out.

"To Garrett!" shouted Jordan.

"To Garrett!" shouted everyone else.

"The greatest boss there ever was, a friend and brother to all. Happy Birthday Garrett!" Nigel raised his beer.

The party was a grand success. It was small, but personal. Just the way Dr. Macy had asked. Everyone was happy and drinking. The guests consisted of Garrett (obviously), Nigel, Jordan, Woody, Bug, Sydney, Lily, and Renee Walcott.

Garrett pulled Nigel aside as the drinks made another round.

"Nige. Are those two together now?" Garrett motioned to Jordan and Woody. They were sitting at the "party table", Jordan nearly on top of Woody, his arm around her shoulders and her around his waist.

"I'm still trying to figure that out for sure. But it looks that way Dr. M." Nigel calculated.

"Finally. It's about time." Garret breathed, relieved Jordan, who was practically his little sister, had finally found and accepted the one man perfect for her-who would be there no matter what happened in the past or the future.

"How about you Garrett." Nigel interrupted Garrett's thoughts.

"Huh?"

"You and Walcott?" Nigel nudged.

"Ya, we talked and everything was resolved about the past. We're back together-for good this time." Garrett reflected happily.

"Good for you man."

Soon, Garrett joined the rest of his friends for birthday celebrations. In less than an hour, everyone was beginning to get a little drunk. Well, almost everyone.

Jordan and Woody limited their drinks, knowing they needed some sober friends at this birthday bash. They watched their very drunk friends become very happy and very open with one another, spilling extremely embarrassing stories.

"This one time, Garrett and I were making out in the Judge's chambers…" Renee began.

"Hey Woods, lets go over by the bar!" Jordan interjected. Sex stories about Garrett were too weird for her liking.

"Good idea Jo. They won't remember a thing in the morning-but that would story would permanently scar me I am sure." Woody quickly said and rushed Jordan to the bar.

Then Woody saw the jukebox, his old friend from so many late nights at the bar. He and Jordan would dance after closing, the only time they were truly alone. The best moments of his life passed on that dance floor.

Woody smiled and grabbed a quarter out of his pocket.