A/N: This takes place about two days after Jordan found Michael.

Chapter 2

Jordan looked down at the small hand enclosed in hers, and then at the small boy that the hand belonged to. "What do you say we go and see Woody?"

"Kay." Jordan had soon found out that Michael's favorite word was kay, and he loved to use it. Jordan had to take Michael to the police precinct today, and she didn't know if he would be coming home with him or not. She had been allowed to keep Michael for a few days, until some family member could be tracked down. If they couldn't find anyone, then it was very probable that Jordan would be able to get custody of the boy.

Woody's Office

Woody, Jordan, Michael, and Laura Jacobs, Michael's social worker, were sitting in Woody's office.

"Woody, did you find any family members?" Jordan watched Woody, hoping with all her heart that Woody would say no.

"Yes, but it is a cousin on his father's side. He can't have the boy."

"And why is that?"

"He's incarcerated. He helped Michael's father kill his wife."

"And that was the only family you could find?"

"Yes ma'am." Woody looked over at Jordan who was sitting in the back of his office holding Michael securely in her arms. She looked up at Woody with fear in her eyes.

"Well Ms. Cavanaugh, it looks as though you will be keeping the boy for a while longer, at least until more permanent arrangements can be made." Jordan sighed and looked down at Michael who was playing with a brown teddy bear that Jordan had bought him so that he would have something to snuggle with at night.

"Okay, thank you, but I was wondering if maybe he could stay with me."

"It would be a lot of work, are you sure that you're up to that?"

"Positive."

"Then I'll start the paperwork." Laura got up and left, leaving Woody, Jordan, and Michael alone in his office.

"Michael, we can go home now."

"Kay, Joodan, can Woody come for dinner?"

"If he wants to, he is more than welcome too."

Woody looked down at the Michael, who had his arm around Jordan's leg, who didn't seem to notice. "Sure, I would love to. Just let me get my stuff."

Jordan nodded and picked Michael up. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Um, pizza. Kay Woody?"

"Sure little guy."

The three of them walked out of the office and down the street, all of them with smiles of there faces. "Woody, I have to stop by the store and do some shopping for Mike, I only got enough stuff for a few days. He needs more clothes."

"Okay, let's go."

Jordan's apartment, a few hours later

They had shopped for hours. When Jordan was satisfied that Michael had enough stuff they had picked up a pizza and headed for Jordan's apartment. "Thank you for coming with us today Woody, it meant a lot to Michael, and me."

"I had fun. I didn't know that little kids needed so much stuff."

"Neither did I. Look's like someone had a long day." The two of them looked over Michael, who was sleeping on the couch with his brown bear held tight to his chest.

"Well, I had better be heading. Talk to you later Jo."

"Woody wait, it get's kinda lonely when the only one that you talk to is a three year old boy."

"If your sure. Are you?"

"Yes." Jordan smiled at Woody and then turned around to do the dishes. Woody smiled at how much she had changed in only a few days. Woody walked into the living room to start putting away Michael's things, so that Jordan wouldn't have to. He stopped putting the clothes away when he heard Jordan crying. He slowly walked into the kitchen, and grabbed her hand. "Jordan, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"What happens if they decide that I can't keep him, what happens if I lose him?" Jordan said, for the first time, voicing her fears about losing Michael.

"Jo, it'll be okay, they won't take him away, he's thriving, and he's happy. Who would mess up a good thing?" Woody looked her in the eyes, and gently hugged her to him. They had just started to be friends again, since Riggs had shot him. When Woody had taken the blame for the planted evidence, Jordan had stood behind him, and that meant a lot to Woody. He hoped that they would continue to be friends again after everything got straightened out. Woody felt the moisture of her tears through his shirt and tightened his grip on her. She didn't try to move until she heard Michael start to stir.

"I have to get him. I'll be right back." Jordan smiled at Woody and let her hand linger on his chest. Jordan quickly went to Michael and picked him up. "Hey there little guy, what's wrong?"

"My tummy hurts." Michael rubbed his hand over his stomach and then lifted his arms up to signal to Jordan that he wanted her to pick him up. Jordan carried Michael over to where Woody was still standing.

"He doesn't feel well, I'm going to go and get some medicine for him. Hold him for a minute?" Woody gladly took the little boy from Jordan and gathered him in his arms.

"Woody, why do you make Joodan cry?"

"When was she crying?"

"At night she cry's and says Woody." Woody gripped the little boy tighter in his arms and waited for Jordan to return. Finally Jordan walked back into the room with some medicine for Michael.

"Here you go. Drink it all and we will watch a movie, Kay?" She said, making a point of adding kay onto her sentence, causing the little boy to bust out in laughter. Woody smiled as he watched the two interact. Maybe meeting Michael was just what Jordan needed. Woody just hoped that they would be able to stay together. All three of them.

Later that night

"Joodan, why are you crying?" Michael asked, wiping a tear off Jordan's face. He got up on her bed and sat down in her lap, giving her a hug.

"Well little guy, I miss Woody, and I don't want to loose you." Jordan gave Michael a hug and smiled at him. "Sorry about waking you up, but it's late, so we need to go to sleep."

Michael smiled up at Jordan, "Kay." They both started laughing, and Jordan got up to carry Michael to bed, hoping that he would forget about this by tomorrow, and praying that he wouldn't tell Woody.

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