DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything to do with Crossing Jordan – Only the video tapes with the episodes on them! Crossing Jordan belongs to Tailwind and NBC – but I will be forever grateful this show was put onto air! I also do not own any other previously written characters that happen to appear!

A/N: This is my first fic, it was an ideal that had been rolling around in my head for a while and when Snarky posted her Random Challenge on Coffeerooms I decided that I would attempt to write what I would love to see happen between Jordan and JD! See if you can pick the 3 things from the list!

Enjoy, Review and let me know what you think!

Jordan hadn't slept properly in years, but this night it wasn't her usual nightmares that were keeping her awake, it was the soft snores of the man lying next to her. It was alright for him, he didn't have to listen to himself, she thought to herself as she rolled over to look at the time. It was 5:37am, she groaned quietly, swung her legs over the bed and walked towards the bathroom, she didn't have to be at work until 7:30am, it would give her time to have an extra long shower, and use up the majority of the water just to spite him.

As she turned on the water to let it heat up Jordan began to think, she was actually going to use up the water just to annoy him, this was not a rational action, and his soft snores two weeks ago did not keep her awake, far from it, they had actually become a comfort, so why did she now find them so aggravating, she slipped off her night dress and climbed into the now very hot shower.

As the water began to flow down her back her mind sank deeper into thought, they had been dating a number of weeks now, it was the longest romantic relationship she had had since Tyler, and that was almost five years ago, last she had heard he had a couple of kids and was happily married, she stopped herself from thinking anymore about Tyler, it was still an unresolved topic, in her mind more than her heart, she turned back to the problem at hand, JD.

JD, the man she had been sharing her bed with for four weeks, he had spent almost every night there, he also managed to find the spare key she kept at the back of the draw at her desk at the morgue, she couldn't believe he had gone through her desk, that was her space, as Jordan reached for the shampoo she pondered this, that was when it had started, the agitation with him, it was that moment, the moment she came home to find JD there, ok, he was cooking dinner and had a glass of Lindeman's finest shiraz waiting for her, but still, he should not have gone through her office. She supposed as a reporter it was his nature, but that didn't excuse him, and she had let him know it too, if he wasn't so charming, Jordan cursed herself as she thought about how easily she had let him off the hook.

As she reached for the conditioner she recalled how he had traced her cell phone to find out where she was, ok, so in the process he may have saved her life, it was the sole reason she managed to forgive him. She still didn't understand why he did it, she told him she was working, she didn't tell him she would be at the morgue, he had assumed that himself. And she did shoot him in the arm, that was accidental, Jordan let out a little giggle, she didn't mean to shot him, she was aiming for Kessler, but still…

Jordan continued to let the water flow over her as her thoughts turned to the events of two weeks ago and how JD treated her friend, or her 'ex almost-something', that was the best way to describe her relationship with Woody, she considered this thought for a while, what was Woody, was he her friend? They had barely exchanged any pleasant words in months, he seemed to have more issues these days than she did, Jordan held a sad smile, she wished she could turn back time, to how things were in June, they were friends, Woody was good company, he made her laugh, he understood her crusades, he knew how to hold her back before she got herself into real trouble, JD wasn't like Woody, he was something else altogether.

Steam had now filled the bathroom, Jordan couldn't see anything in front of her, but there was a peace in just letting the water cascade down her back, she closed her eyes as she turned back to the problem of JD, she still couldn't believe he wrote the article accusing Woody of planting evidence, granted she had thought the same, but she didn't go and tell the whole of Boston that he was a dirty cop! This made Jordan angry, two weeks after the fact and she was still mad at him, she still hadn't forgiven him for putting Woody's career in jeopardy, what ever she and Woody were these days he had no right, she didn't care if it was his 'duty' as a reporter to report! The paper did print a retraction, and she knew that JD had personally apologized to Woody, but it didn't matter, Woody would still be seen, by some as a dirty cop.

As Jordan stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself, she replayed the argument she had had with JD about that article, she had told him she hated his job, he all but accused her of being in love with Woody, telling her once again that love was like malaria, Jordan recalled how she told him not to assume things he knew nothing about. JD had slept on the couch that night, he had made her breakfast and dinner for the next week in a vein attempt to apologize, she let him back into her bed, but in the back of her mind she still hadn't really forgiven him.

As Jordan got dressed in her usual jeans and shirt, she looked over at JD, he was still snoring and it still bugged her. As she began to walk towards the kitchen to get her morning fix of coffee she glanced at the alarm clock it was 7:15, she had been in the shower a hour and a half, and now she was going to be late for work! She reset the alarm for JD, she may have used all the hot water, but it wouldn't be fair to make him be late for work, no matter how frustrated she was with him. Jordan grabbed her cell phone, her keys and the case files she had brought home the night before, Garret had begun to threaten her, so it was out of necessity she had brought them home rather than out of choice. Jordan jumped into her El Camino, turned on the engine and headed towards the morgue.

As she drove towards work, Jordan's mind began to wander once again, she thought of the question she posed to JD the previous night. She had asked him to look into her eyes and tell her what he saw; she still wondered what possessed her to ask him that question. She thought about what Laura Bennett had said to her, Laura knew what love was, and how she knew if she really loved a person. So why did I ask JD the question? Jordan thought to herself, she didn't love him, she knew that herself, but was it more to do with the fact she wanted to see if he loved her? They had had sex that night, but it was just that, sex, it wasn't making love, it was sex. As Jordan rounded the corner and drove into the morgue parking lot, she pushed the thoughts from her mind; she had a busy day ahead of her, and didn't need the analysis of her relationship with JD playing in her head. She grabbed the case files and headed up to the morgue,

"Nice to see you so early Jordan"

"Morning Garret" she responded dryly as she headed towards her office.