Jordan looked into his eyes, daring him to start laughing and tell her it was a joke. But his face remained stony and cold as he waited for her reply.

"It's a simple question. Do you still love him?" Ben asked.

"Nothing in love is simple," Jordan replied quietly.

On the ground, not a muscle was moved as Woody, Garret, Lily, the hostage negotiator, and a bunch of Boston PD cops stood around. All of them felt as though they were watching something personal, something they shouldn't be seeing. Which they were.

"You guys mind?" Lily asked with a look that said 'go to hell'.

The cops tipped thier hats to them before walking off, leaving only Garret, Lily, Woody and the negotiator to the monitor.

"Answer the question," Ben commanded, his voice no longer patient and understanding.

"Yes," Jordan replied, more to herself than Nashal.

"What's that? I didn't hear you?" he asked sarcasticly. He had damn well heard what she had said, he just wanted to break her heart even more and cause her more pain.

"I said, yes!" she anwered, her voice bordering on panic.

Lily turned her eyes to Woody who was staring at the screen unblinkingly. His jaw was clenched with the realization that Jordan was telling the truth all along, that she wasn't lying to him when she told him. He but his tongue as a way to will the tears not to spill over the brim of his eyes.

Up in the crypt, Ben smiled vindictivly in sucess. He had managed what even the man of her heart had not accomplished. he had forced her to open up and finally reveal her true feelings. Woody couldn't help but think that maybe if he had held her hostage at gunpoint and forced her to tell him that she loved him that this whole mess could have been avoided.

"Can I go now?" Jordan asked. Her voice was tired and weary, three days without sleep finally catching up with her.

"Nope," Nashal answered simply.

"What?" Jordan yelled, jumping up from her spot on the exam table and taking a step towards him. "We had a deal! I told you everything about me and detective Hoyt and you let me go! You can't go back on that!"

"Actually I can, and I will. You see, I have the bomb, the gun, and overall, the power," he said.

Jordan clenched her fists and pushed her toes along the bottom of her heels to stop herself from running at him and strangling him with her bare hands. Her jaw tightened and she took deep breaths to calm herself.

"I think it's time to bring another guest up here," Ben said with a seductive smile.

"What is this Dr Phil? Just let me go!" Jordan pleaded.

"No can do babe," he said with a smirk as he walked over to the phone and dialed down.

"Ben what can I do for you?" Malone asked.

"Mr Malone would you be so kind as to send up Detective Hoyt for us?" he asked.

Woody's eyes practicualy popped out of his head when he heard that he was to go up. For someone who had wanted so bad to go up and see Jordan, he was now surprisingly tentative.

"Woody so help you God if you say anything to upset her. And I'll deal with you later," she said menacingly as he left their side and walked into the building.

He noticed it was earily quiet as he walked down the hall, the only sound the echo of his dress shoes off the morgue walls. he followed the twisting path to the crpyt and took a deep breath before walking in. He looked around the room cautiously, taking in the expression on Jordan's face and the grimmace on Ben's.

"How's it going Jo?" he asked with a what he hoped to be comforting smile.

"Just another day at the office," she replied. Woody noticed that she didn't even bother to try and smile. She looked so careworn, so exhausted, that Woody wanted to wrap her in his arms and let her sleep, to hold her tightly and never let her go. But he knew that if he tried it she would probably smack him upside the head and kick him in the balls. And no one would blame her for doing it, now that they all knew about the pain he had caused her.

He walked across the threshold and to the chair beside her, stealing a sideways glance at her frame slumped in her chair. Sensing his crystal blue eyes on her, she looked up, attempting a small smile but only coming out looking worried. Her eyes still on his, she reached out her hand and found his fingers, lacing her around them and squeezing them tight.

Woody was momentarily caught back in surprise but squeezed her fingers back. He lifted up his arm and draped it around her shoulder. Her body flinched at his touch but her relaxed at the warmth of his skin and rested her head on his shoulder. With the hand that wasn't clenching hers, he ran his fingers through her hair and pressed her lips to the crown of her head.

"Aww well isn't this the cutest thing you've ever seen?" Ben sneered from across the room.

Jordan and Woody looked up by neither moved from the comfortable spot they were in.

"Now, which one of you wants to die first?"