Jordan slipped in and out of consciousness. She could hear voices in the background but couldn't make out whom they belonged to. She was shot in the abdomen, how ironic she thought. Now she had at least one thing in common with Woody. The pain seemed to get worse the longer she stayed awake so in a way to ease the pain she let herself doze off fearing she might not wake up.

"And now ladies and gentlemen…it is time for the grand finale." Brian said as if he was entertaining an audience full of people. He turned to Woody and smiled once again, "now do you have any last words for me…for your beloved?" He laughed again, "although I don't think she's quite with us at the moment, don't worry she's not dead yet. I want the last thing you see in this life to be her dying at you feet…and you can't do anything to stop that. Look at her, do you think she's in a lot of pain?"

Woody knew the answer to that but wasn't planning on giving in to Brian. He knew without a doubt that she was hurting…a lot. As much as he had hurt when he was gunned down almost a year ago now. "Just let her go please," he had resorted to begging now. He didn't care anymore. He would do whatever it took to get her out of this place. "You've already broken me man in any way you wished and wanted to."

For a minute Brian seemed to think about his words in earnest but his dark eyes gave away what his real intentions were. He walked over to where Woody was bound and kicked him telling him to shut up. He then went to where Jordan was lying and dragged her closer to Woody. When he told Woody he wanted him to watch her die he was serious. Woody had a front row seat to all that was happening.

"There she lies Woody…I have to admit, she's still beautiful even when she's near-death."

He's right Woody thought. She looked like an angel, he sure it was because of all the blood she had lost. Her face was paler than ever but it seemed to suit her in a strange way. "So what's next? I'm assuming you're next step is to detonate those bombs you've been hinting at. You're just going to bomb the whole building? I see why you're trying to kill us but why are you in such a hurry to die?"

"Ah that's where you're wrong my dear friend, you both are going to die…I will walk out of here in one piece. Tsk tsk detective, haven't you figured it out yet? My plan was to destroy and everything you love. It seems I have been quite successful in that so far."

"Well that seems to be the case Brian…only you've made one mistake…and it's going to cost you," Woody said as soon as he noticed some movement in the back. Someone else was here…as soon as he saw the movement he tried to stall Brian.

"I made a mistake?" he said as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world he had heard. "I don't make mistakes. I have been planning this thing for years now, I think I got all my bases covered detective."

"You're too cocky…that's what's going to get you killed. I believe you; you've thought of everything…everything but yourself. That must be a real kick in the nuts…knowing that in the end you brought down yourself."

Brian wasn't enjoying himself anymore and even though he didn't believe a word Woody was saying. The seed of doubt had been planted. "What the hell are you blabbering there Hoyt? I will bring myself down! Not in a million years. You're pissing me off now, I think I'm going to end this party sooner," he said in an angry haze. He got the gun he was carrying and pointed it directly in Woody's face. "Damn you Hoyt! You're cutting my plans short. Don't worry I'll take care of you're girlfriend right after I'm done with you."

What happened next was too fast for anyone to catch. The movement Woody had seen in the background was the special task force. They had been deployed by Eli right after he reluctantly led Jordan into the building. Together with Garret they had determined the best place to get inside the building and take Brian out. They had been successful; they got in undetected and took down Brian. Soon after the bomb experts had come and stopped the bomb, which appeared to be working on a timer. They had been right on time, ten more minutes and the whole place would have been blown up.

As soon as he was let out of his restraints Woody rushed over to Jordan. He gasped once he got a better look at her abdomen. Her shirt was completely soaked in her own blood…so much that he had wondered if it wasn't too late and she had bled to death. He wasn't a doctor…far from it but even he could understand that the amount of blood she was lying in was too much. All that was left for him to do was pray…and he did. He only had a moment with her before they put her on a stretcher and raced her to the nearest hospital. He touched her cheek softly and kissed her forehead. Before he was pushed aside he managed to whisper something in her ear.

In a haze a stormy haze I'll be round I'll be loving you always…always

Here I am and I take my time

Here I am and I wait in line always…always