Jordan turned the key and pushed the heavy red door to her apartment open, it was quiet. She walked around and breathed, it felt like she hadn't breathed in weeks, she walked to the refrigerator, grabbed a beer and sat on the couch.

Luckily, Jordan thought, JD had understood that she needed to be alone that night, though he sounded disappointed on the phone, she reminded him that it had been at least a week since he had been back to his apartment and that she wasn't his mother and she wouldn't do his laundry for him. And now she was alone, she was able to stretch out and do nothing; Jordan closed her eyes and slept.

When she finally awoke, her full beer bottle still in her hand, Jordan looked over at the clock, it was 9pm, so much for the evening of alone time, she thought, deciding she was hungry Jordan grabbed her phone and called Changs for some MooShu Pork. While waiting for her food to be delivered Jordan had a quick shower and threw on her favorite duck pajamas. Just as she finished changing the sheets on her bed there was a knock at the door, her food had arrived.

Sitting back down on the couch, Jordan's thoughts returned to her relationship with JD and the events that had transpired over the past few weeks. JD wasn't the man of her dreams, but he was great in bed, an intimacy she had been missing since Tyler, she glossed over the fling she has with a District Attorney four years ago. JD was also good to her, he brought her coffee, he made her smile – most days, why then did he annoy her so much? Jordan was stuck on this point, why didn't she feel 'it'? She thought back to her mom, Jordan still remembered one small piece of advice her mom had given her about love 'You'll know love Jordan, when you feel it in your stomach, your mind and your heart, all at once'.

Thoughts continued to plague Jordan as she climbed into bed an hour later, though when her eyes finally closed her mind was blank, for the first time that day.

Jordan reached her arm out from under her bed covers picked up the ringing phone and immediately slammed it back down. My shift doesn't start until 9, she thought to herself as she rolled over, glancing briefly at her alarm clock which read 6:59, Jordan groaned, her alarm would be going off in 30 minutes, she closed her eyes again.

Just as the tops of her eyes lids had hit the bottom Jordan was jolted awake, this time not only was her home phone ringing, her cell and pager had joined in,

"Okay, okay, I get the message" she said aloud

Reaching over she picked up her home phone,

"I am not interested in anything you are selling, I don't need a magic mop or a juicer – in fact I barely remember the last time I drank anything that didn't contain caffeine…"

"Jordan!" Garret interrupted her,

"Oh, Garret, it's you!"

"Who else would it be?" He replied gruffly,

"Sorry, what can I do for you that I can't do in two hours when my shift starts?"

"You can get in here right now; Walcott wants to talk with you!"

"Geez Garret, what have I done now?"

"Just get in here now, you have 30 minutes" with that Garret slammed the phone down on her.

Jordan rolled her eyes and got up, what's bitten his ass this morning?, she thought. Yawning, she dressed, quickly heated some day old coffee, jumped into her car and headed towards the morgue.

"This is definitely not a good way to start the day" she grumbled to herself as she sat at some lights. Tapping her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel she tried to figure out why Garret was pissed with her, and what Walcott wanted, she hadn't got through all the paperwork she was meant to do, but that was no reason for the DA to be involved, she knew she had completed the paperwork on the Peru correctly, he was the only case she had that Walcott was involved in. Jordan was no clearer idea on the summoning 20 minutes later as she turned into the morgue parking lot, she didn't really want to step into the elevator not knowing what awaited her, taking a deep breath she stepped in and pushed the button.