Next chapter, standard disclaimer still applies.

They had driven for about 15 minutes, getting out of the area and closer back to they city, when Woody felt himself begin to relax. For now, he didn't feel they were being followed. He decided that when they reached the city again, they could dump the car and make their way on foot for a while.

He glanced over at Jordan who looked completely exhausted. His eyes rested for just a moment on the cut on her cheek. He felt a wave of anger wash over him again when he realized what could have happened to her. Woody's grip on the steering wheel increased and he let out a breath of frustration. Jordan noticed the small change in the atmosphere in the car.

"I'm fine Woody. It's just a scratch. Not even bad enough to need stitches, it's already starting to close up." She raised her hand up to the steering wheel and took one of his in her own. She felt him begin to relax.

"It's just that, I feel terrible about you getting all mixed up in this. If I had been more careful this morning, you would never have been kidnapped and put into that horrible situation."

"Woody, I came down here with Pollack. You had nothing to do with that. It was my decision. True, it was not my smartest idea, but not an entirely bad one either" she said, smiling at him. "I'm glad we're friends again Woody."

"Me too Jordan."

They pulled onto one of the side streets and decided that this would be a good place to leave the car. Now, back into the heart of the city, there would be lots of tourists and they could blend in. Everything was pretty much within walking distance as well. They decided not to go back to the original hotel, as the Martinez brothers' men would be looking for them there.

They came across a modest motel. Nothing too flashy, but enough tourists, so they could blend in.

"I think we need to stop for the night. I haven't eaten since breakfast and I'm sure you haven't either. We also need showers because we both look like hell and your broken nose is a dead give away. We don't want them to find us again" said Jordan.

All of a sudden Woody remembered his own injuries. Jordan was right, as beaten up and dirty as they both were, they would stick out like sore thumbs.

"How are we going to be able to afford to stay here Jordan? I don't think we should use any credit cards in case they are being tracked."

"It'll be on Cal. The money he gave us earlier should be able to cover it."

"Okay, we'll stop and rest here. Once we're inside, we can call Cal's contact at the FBI and let them know what's going on."

"Deal."

They walked inside. They had enough money to pay for one room for the night and still had some left over for food. They found the room on the second floor and went in. The room was small, but adequate. It had a table with two chairs, a bathroom with (thank god) a shower and…one bed.

The bed was kind of small too, not a king size, smaller. Woody immediately went over to it and lay down. Forgetting his head injury, he laid down too fast and sat back up quickly wincing in pain. Jordan laughed at him.

"That's so not funny Jordan!" he said rubbing the back of his head, smiling at her none the less.

"Sorry, it's just, how do you forget something like that?"

"My desire for food and sleep makes it easy. Why don't you take the first shower and I'll see if I can find us some food."

"No, you first, that way when you go back out, you won't look suspicious."

"Okay." He went into the bathroom and turned the water on and took off his clothes. Woody walked into the shower and let the warm water run over him. He was surprised at the amount of dried blood that came off of him. He finished quickly and after drying off, stepped back into his clothes.

"Now, your turn" he said to her after emerging from the bathroom. "I'm going to try and call Cal's contact while I'm out. Maybe, I can even sneak back into the hotel and grab us some clean clothes." He wrote down the number for Jordan too, just in case something would happen to him. Jordan made her way into the bathroom to take her shower and Woody left.

Woody made his way back to the hotel that they had been staying at before. It was definitely much nicer than their current conditions. He thankfully had managed to escape with his wallet and as he neared his room, he dug his key card. He also had Jordan's and he would grab her things after he got his own. Woody only took a couple changes of clothes, because he didn't want to be seen carrying a lot of luggage out of the hotel he was supposed to be staying at. He threw them into a small bag and made his way across the hall to Jordan's room.

After sliding the key card into the lock, he opened the door. He was amazed, even after being out of the room for over a full day, he could still faintly smell the scent of her perfume. He closed his eyes and breathed it in. What a wonderful smell, he thought to himself. He loved that perfume. Woody knew that for the rest of his life, whenever he smelled that scent, he would think of Jordan. He grabbed a couple changes of clothes for her too and closed the door behind him as he left.

He glanced back over his shoulder, almost expecting to see the men coming to take him away again. But, no one was there. Now was the time to call Cal's contact. He decided to use a payphone from inside of the hotel instead of his cell in case it was being traced. The phone rang and rang before finally clicking over to voicemail. Woody thought that must be the standard procedure so that the Feds could trace the call and check authenticity. He left a message for him explaining who he was and the situation. Woody made sure to tell him not to contact him on his cell so that Ramon's men could not find him and Jordan.

After leaving the hotel, Woody found a restaurant that smelled wonderful as he passed it by and decided to stop there to order their food. As the door closed behind him again, he once again felt a presence, but couldn't see anyone following him. Stop being paranoid, he heard a nagging little voice in his head say. But, Woody decided to take the long way back to the motel to try and throw off anyone that might be following him.

Jordan was out of the shower by the time Woody came back to their room. She didn't want to put back on her smelly dirty clothes from earlier, so she had wrapped herself in one of the motel's large bath towels. She wondered what Woody would think when he opened the door and saw her in just a towel. She was pretty sure that this was the most naked she had been around him and felt a little nervous. What the hell could be keeping him? she thought.

Just then, Jordan heard the door begin to open. As Woody walked through the door, he saw what she was wearing and dropped the bags on the floor in shock. Nice she thought to herself. I can still make him stop dead in his tracks. She hopped off the bed and stooped down to help him pick everything up. Woody looked up from what he was doing and caught her eye as she looked back up at him.

"Nice outfit" he said, flirting with her. She blushed.

"I couldn't put back on those dirty clothes. They smelled and were all bloody. I don't want to be reminded of that place and what happened there." Woody detected the fear in her voice. They both just stayed that way for a few moments looking at each other, neither one moving from where they were. Woody reached out and touched her cheek just under where she had been cut. First, she winced a little at his touch, but then she brought her hand up and rested it on top of his.

Woody snapped back out of it all of sudden. "We should eat, the food is getting cold."

They devoured all of the food that had spread out in front of them. Woody told her about trying to call the number that Cal had given him and the message he had left for the agent. He didn't mention that he felt he was being followed. She was scared enough as is and he didn't want to make it any worse.

After dinner, Woody changed into clean boxers. He got out another pair and a t-shirt for her. "I'm sorry, but I didn't feel right going through your clothes to find your pj's. So, I brought you something of mine to wear." She smiled at his thoughtful gesture and was amazed at what a gentleman Woody was. She disappeared into the bathroom to change. When she re-emerged, she stopped dead in her tracks and laughed. Woody was leaning back in one of the uncomfortable chairs they had been sitting in earlier. His feet were resting on the second chair.

"What's so funny?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm going to sleep, what does it look like?"

"We can share the bed Woody. I mean, come on, we are both adults. Just because we're sleeping in the same bed doesn't mean anything has to happen."

"Are you sure, I mean what about Pollack and all?"

"We broke up this afternoon. Besides, I would sleep better tonight knowing you are right next to me. I'd feel safer."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I'm sure. Get over here, or we are both going to be sleeping in those god awful chairs!"

He got up and made his way to his side of the bed. "I hope you don't mind. I always sleep on this side."

"No, not a problem. I don't really have a side of the bed."

"What kind of person doesn't have a side of the bed?" he said, climbing in and getting under the sheet.

She had been facing away from him, but turned back to glare at him after that comment. "I could change my mind you know, maybe I would like the bed to myself after all." She said feigning irritation before turning back on her side.

"Not another word about the side of the bed. Good night Jordan."

"Good night Farm Boy" she said using her old nickname for him.

Even though it was early, they both managed to fall asleep. But, neither one slept well.

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