Thanks for all the feedback. Lots of Woody/Jordan in this chapter-enjoy! I do not own anything Crossing Jordan, even if I would like to.

Jordan and Woody were seated at a small private table on one of the decks outside the hotel restaurant. This hotel offered a few choices for dining, but this had become Jordan's favorite. Pollack had taken her there the first night they had arrived in Cancun. She felt guilty sitting here sipping her drink with Woody. In all honesty, she was having a much better time with him.

The evening was absolutely perfect. The sun was just beginning to set and the sky was lit up in beautiful shades of pinks and oranges. Not a single cloud dotted the horizon. The temperature had been scorching during the afternoon, but was now falling to a more comfortable level. A light breeze was blowing around the two of them.

Jordan kept her cell on the table where she would be able to reach it easily in case Pollack or whoever had him tried to contact her again. It had been silent since the previous call and Jordan was beginning to lose faith that she would not hear from him tonight either. Woody noticed her continually checking the phone and the worried look on her face.

"Jor, it's going to be okay."

"I know Woody, but I feel guilty having a good time while Pollack could be suffering." She said taking another sip of her drink.

Woody had decided to stay sober that evening as he was kind of on duty and needed to be fully alert in case something happened. Plus he did not want Jordan to see how high of a tolerance for alcohol he had developed the since the shooting. No one seemed to notice Woody's drinking problem so far. Being with Jordan, he did not feel the emptiness and insecurity that normally caused a drinking binge. Why had he pushed her out? Maybe he would not have begun drinking if he had told her how he really felt then too.

"I know that you care about him and are concerned for his safety, but worrying is not going to change the situation that Pollack is in. Wait, did you just say you were having a good time?" he asked and gave her a smile.

Jordan blushed, not something she did too often and answered "I am, aren't you?"

"Of course. I definitely can't complain. A few hours ago I was in Boston, where it's pretty chilly, and now I'm here with you dining outside overlooking the ocean on a perfect night. What could be better, well except the only reason I'm down here is to find your boyfriend who seems to have gotten himself into a lot of trouble." There was that tone again in his voice at the end of the sentence she thought.

Jordan looked away again and then down at the table. Woody instantly regretted what he had said when he saw her reaction. Why did he always seem to say the wrong thing to her now? While their relationship had it's share of ups and downs, he had never hurt her and now he felt like that was all he did.

"I'm sorry Jo. That was out of line. It's not your fault what happened to Pollack."

She glanced back up at him from across the table. "What if it is? I mean maybe he was doing this for me-the money and all."

"Jordan, since when have you ever cared how much money someone made? That was never really a priority for you."

"I don't. It's just that he always is taking me out and won't let me pay for anything. He doesn't have a regular job now and maybe he thought this was the only way to bring the money in."

"I remember when Cal did some pretty stupid things for money. Remember the Albanian mob situation? You helped me out when I thought his involvement was my fault. You were right then and I'm going to give you the same kind of advice now. Remember, THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT. And he is not all you have in this world either you know."

Tears started to well up in her eyes yet again when he said those wonderful words to her. She felt all the emotion from that night rush back to her. At that moment Jordan realized she was still madly in love with Woody. Pollack may be a nice guy and she may care for him, but not the way she loved Woody. She knew that J.D. was just a rebound guy and Woody was the real thing. After Pollack was safe back home, she knew she would have to end the relationship. It wasn't fair to any of them.

They finished their meal and began to notice the music playing in the back round. A slow song had begun to play after some of the livelier salsa that had been playing earlier.

"Dance with me Jordan" he said taking her hand and leading her towards the dance floor. He put his hands on her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer and she let her head rest on his shoulder. She began to feel safe again with Woody holding her. After the song ended, the salsa music began to play again and they kept dancing through most of the evening. The tension that had been hanging over them since the shooting was beginning to lift.

Nothing interrupted their perfect evening together. Jordan's cell did not ring for the rest of the night. She had put her phone in her jeans pocket so she would be able to pick up if Pollack tried to call again, but he never did. The rest of the night was spent dancing, laughing and enjoying one another's company. They did not even notice the man watching them intently all night from inside the restaurant where he would not be spotted.

Please review and let me know what your opinion is so far. Who do you think the mysterious stranger is? Will Woody and Jordan rekindle their relationship? Will they rescue Pollack? All these questions and more to be answered. Stay tuned!