Woody looked away from the ocean, beating mercilessly agianst the towering cement and iron beams of the bridge. he turned around to see the dispondent, disappointment filled eyes of Santana looking at him with some distant sadness that fell deep inside of her. "Dear God Hoyt... why couldn't you just tell her something?" He knew she wasn't blaming him, just shocked and awed is all... he responded with a shaky voice... trembling yet calm.

"I couldn't lie to her... I just couldn't." Santana sighed and her body relaxed for a moment as she peeked over the edge silently. A tiny dingy was already below them... looking for the tiny, bony body of a young girl... no more than seventeen. a man leaped backwards from the boat and began to dive down deep into the murky black water.

"Woody, They want you to make a statement down at the precinct..." a young black and white yelled at him from the road... a distant thunder rang out in the distance somewhere just past the city... rain would soon be upoun them.

"Okay... give me a minute alright... just give me a..." his voice trailed off when he saw Jordan, standing in the middle of the road in her coat and scarf, skin tight jeans and silk shirt in a low-cut, lacy style... she had gotten that way since she had started dating that J.D. fellow, or was it J.J.? he had to snort to himself, he had always thought she was beautiful enough in a regular old cotton teeshirt and baggy pajama pants... her makeup was overdone and over the top, as before she would alway wear just enough to exentuate the poutiness of her lips and the arch of her coffee colored eyebrows... he couldn't help but notice that she was a totally different person now.

Her eyes dripped in sympathy... he remembered that much... and he found an old ridgidness enter his bones... he wanted so much to run up and hold her to him but something held him back... his pride.

"Well, Well, Well, look at this Chivato... your cinderella is here with her slipper."

"Shut up Santana..." she chuckled and disappeared behind a sea of blue and red lights.

Jordan was too stubborn to talk to him, he knew that much hadn't changed. He walked steadily over towards her... his palms sweaty and his tounge swollen... God, he cursed in his head. what was it with her that made his so nervous, so distant, so full of himself... why was it when she was around he felt like a fool, stumbled over himself... was it her untainted beauty or the fact she had always been smarter than him? or could it have been the fact he loved her, plain and simple as day?

"Hi..." he whispered nothing else to say. she looked down a pained discomfort in her voice.

"Hi..." he chuckled inwardly at how much she looked like a five year old in trouble for spilling something on a brand new rug... god she was so beautiful, the way her curls fell in her face... the way her eyes looked at some little piece of asphalt dislodged from the street... her hands stuffed in her coat pocket.

"Hows your journalist friend?" he asked without a trace of sarcasam... her eyes darted up, preparing to defend herself, but found that he wasn't being funny, nor malicous... she relaxed a bit and a slight trace of a smile was painted on her tired lips... the sun appeared over the rim of the ocean...

"Good... Good..." now it was his turn to feel uncomfortable

'well at least someone is getting some action around here... the closest thing I've had to a girlfriend in the last two years besides you is that awesome chili cheeseburger from the diner on the corner of commonwealth and second..."

"Oh I forgot how good those chili cheeseburgers were..." she said with almost a whispered with a childish grin... he had fallen into a secure comfort with her and felt himself relaxing... he missed their soft banter.

"Yeah... with the fries?" he said leaning back on his heels nervously, suddenly wanting to keep her talking, keep her there with him.

"Yeah the fries..." she whispered "Do you remember when you fell in the bathroom? you had a bruise the size of a orange on your ass for a month..." she let out a open mouth, full lipped laugh.

"Scared the waitress half to death... it was well worth the pain though... we got free dinner out of it." she smiled and looked him in the eye with warmth for the first time in months... suddenly all the months came rushing back and the uncomfortable silence filled the air. "M... maybe we can catch dinner sometime... I mean, its been a while."

"yeah it has..." she whispered with a trace of dolor in her voice. "I miss our nights in the rain..." she smiled as thunder moaned from above and rain washed down in a rush over everything. "Bye Woods..." she whispered, turned and ran... after a moment he could still she the shadow of where she had stood... her tiny frame, swaying back and forth lightly... a faint trace of her perfume still lingered in the air.

and before he knew it she was only a shadow that was it, nothing more... yet he still felt the warmth of her with him, dancing in the pouge... still heard her laugh as they were comfortably talking in the coffeeshop across the street from his apartment. he still heard the trace of sarcasm in her voice with every smart ass comment she snipped out when he asked her a stupid question. He suddenly felt so sad and ashamed of what he had done... he had betrayed her... Jordan Elizabeth Cavanaugh... his friend. He had taken something he would never get back... her trust... once that was lost with Jordan it was gone... nothing else need to be said.

"Dear God Hoyt... was that a conversation with Jordan 'commitment issues' Cavanaugh?" Santana said with her dry wit.

"Its Over... there isn't anything I can do... its all my fault." he whispered somberly

"Well yeah Chivato, with that attitude you'll get nowhere!" she shouted at him. "You didn't see that silly little grin all over her face when she was talking to you? it was nauseating... Go get her you asshole!"

"you think I'll have a chance over that J.D kid... and you know since macy's been back every stares at me with daggers in their eyes..."

"I think it will take some time and a hole lot of prayer but I think you can do it... she loves you like a crazy fool Hoyt... that ain't something you throw away too soon."

She looked up from her pad of paper to see Woody running toward his car... she smiled, and walked away... whistling to herself softly "I am sooooo good." she muttered as she got into her car and drove away.