A/N: Just pretend they're still friends.
Jordan smiled to herself when she knocked on Woody's office door. It creaked open to reveal her favourite detective asleep with his head on his desk. Their case was a tough one, but Jordan didn't care because she got to work with the best Wisconsin-born officer in Boston. Most times when she found him like this, she would leave him alone. But this time she actually needed him in Trace. She had found a strange fiber on their victim of brutality. She went over to Woody.
"Woody," she breathed in a sing-song voice just above his ear, "time to wake up."
He swatted at her with a sleepy hand. "Mommy, I don't want to go to school today."
"Come on, Woodrow. You have work to do." She said in the same tone.
"It can wait till later, Mom!"
Jordan leaned above him again. Only this time, she didn't whisper anything. She screamed. "Woody! Get up! It's important!" She laughed when he jumped awake, making his chair teeter and fall over, with him still on it.
He swore before he noticed Jordan. "Jordan, what are you doing here?"
"Mommy's trying to wake you up, Woody." She teased.
Woody turned bright red as he fixed his chair. "What do you want from me, Jordan?" he asked once he found his voice.
"I need you in Trace. I found a weird fiber in Tina Avery's hairline."
"Can I meet you there in an hour?" Woody suggested.
"Nope. You can come now. It's not like you're going there to pick up a date. Just to do your job." Jordan said cheerfully. "Plus, you look cute with bed head."
As they walked to the morgue, Woody caught sight of his reflection and stopped. "So, are you trying to say I look good?" he asked, smirking.
"Yup! Just like the annoying little brother I never had." Even if you are the hottest co-worker a girl could get. Jordan added in her head. She noticed his crestfallen look when he realized he hadn't tricked her into calling him good looking. Jordan Cavanaugh was just too smart for him.
"Don't forget I'm older than you by eight and a half months!" he retorted childishly.
"Well, act it then!" Jordan said in mock exasperation.
"You're just jealous!" Woody accused.
"Of what? Surely not your charming good looks or cunning wit?" she said, teasing him more as they entered the morgue's lobby.
"Cut it out Jordan, you're hurting my feelings!" Woody said with mock offense.
Jordan punched him playfully in the arm, making him wince. "Common, Farmboy, let's get to work."
A/N: That's that. It might just stay a one-shot unless you all want me write more in a sequel. Anyways, read & review.