Okay, so it's Thursday and my exam is tomorrow and I haven't studied… meh. I heard the kinks earlier. So.

Btw, my apologies about the first chapter with the repetition of a couple of sentences. I have no idea how that happened.

thanks to everybody who reviewed, you know i love it. i don't know german, but i do know french! lol.

Au revoir mes amis!

Stepping out of the elevator at the morgue, Jordan almost bumped into a swiftly moving solid mass. Shifting the coffee she held in her hand out of the way, she looked up and into the face of the one person she had been hoping to avoid.

"Dr. Cavanaugh." Woody acknowledged her presence with a sharp nod and a cursory greeting. His eyes flicked across hers, before he stepped around her and into the elevator, holding a dark blue paper file in front of him, and looking up at the top of the doors in an attempt to avoid Jordan's eyes. By the time the doors had shut, it felt like Jordan had stood in the same position for hours. She mentally reminded herself to shut her mouth, and was thankful for the fact that she still wore her mother's oversize sunglasses to disguise her hangover.

Well that went well, the little voice inside her head said. You see the guy you like and act like a teenager. But something else was niggling her as she regained her composure and strode, head down, to her office. And for the life of her, she couldn't remember what it was.

"My, my, Jordan Cavanaugh doing paperwork voluntarily. I never thought I'd see the day." Jordan looked up at the man standing in the doorway.

"Garret. Hi." The older man looked strangely at her, scrutinizing her.

"Jordan, I've seen you hungover a few times in my life, but I think that this time is up there amongst the best."

"Thanks for that Garret, you sure know how to make a girl feel special."

"I'm serious. You look like you've been up all night. Are you sure you're okay to work?"

"I'm fine. I just need some time to myself. But I'd still like to be busy. Have you got anything for me?"

Garret sighed and shifted from where he had been leaning up against the doorframe. She wasn't fine, he knew it. Not by a long shot. Rubbing his hand across his forehead, he leaned into her office and threw a dark blue file onto her desk, watching it skid across the piles of paper already cluttering it. Garret closed his eyes, a flash of mental pain reminding him that this would probably be as close as Jordan would get to catching up on the paperwork that made their jobs hell. Opening his eyes again, Garret saw Jordan was already absorbed in her new case. As he turned to leave, he fired one last parting shot.

"And you'd better not turn up like this again tomorrow, or I might just tell Dr. Stiles on you."

Yeah yeah, another short one, and no real drama either. I just felt like I needed to set the scene a little.

-Cass.