A/N: Ok, same thing, 'cept Woody's POV this time. Don't we want to know what our hot detective has to say?

Jump – Chapter 1 - Woody's POV

Why did I ever think that I could get away with anything but loving Jordan? I still can't believe how I treated her after I was shot. But she got over that, eventually. It may have took a while, but we'd gotten close again. So close, in fact, that I had a bruise on my stomach for a week where her slimy ex, Pollack doubled me over. But I forgot about that the moment she kissed me. I like it better now than before. I remember the first time she kissed me. We both knew it meant something, but I couldn't figure out what. And whenever I wanted to talk about it, all she could do was say it was nothing. But it wasn't nothing to me. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't nothing to her.

Eventually, I forgave her for being stubborn. When you get a smile like that, you can't help but forgive her.

After Pollack left, we became a couple. I always thought we had been, but now she tells everybody that we are. I guess that if a girl says you're a couple, you are. Everything was good, nothing could stand in our way, until Lisa came along. She was a weird woman, like she wasn't all there, but Jordan talked about her often, and said they were friends, so I put up with her. One day, she came into the prescient to pick up a case file and she was drunk. I led her to my office and tried to get her to sit down, but she mistook my gesture for something more. I wasn't really prepared to fight her off when she tried to kiss me. As I was still trying to get her off of me, I heard Jordan gasp. That's when Lisa finally got off of me and tried to make it seem like it was my fault. No matter how hard I tried to reason with her, she wouldn't take it. She was determined to hate me. And how could I blame her?

I told Lisa to get out of my office and stay away from me. I think I saw Tallulah take her under her wing, but I had more important things to worry about. I waited a couple of hours to go see Jordan. I knew I should give her time to cool off. But nobody at the morgue had seen her since before lunch. I was worried, it wasn't like Jordan to miss work unless she was running again.

When I realized this, I swore under my breath. As quickly as I could, I called her cell. No answer. I tried her apartment. No answer. Panicking, I called my boss and told him that I was taking the rest of the day off. I speed to Jordan's building. In too much of a hurry for the elevator, I ran up the stairs, skipping most of them. I banged on the door, when there was no answer there, I was about to try something else when I remembered I had a key. She'd only given it to me a week ago, and I still wasn't used to having it. I slid it in the lock and turned. I opened the door, hoping she was in there, just ignoring me. But she wasn't. She wasn't anywhere in the apartment. I saw that her computer was on, I moved closer and saw that it was still open to an e-mail message she had received. It was a confirmation for a flight and a hotel room. In San Francisco. I looked at my watch; her flight would have left 10 minutes ago. Using the computer, I booked myself a seat on the next flight there. It wasn't until five the next morning. I went back to the morgue. I was in the middle of explaining the situation to Nigel when Lily came into the lab.

"Hey Woody, have you seen Jordan lately? Last I heard she was going to see if you wanted to join her for lunch." So I explained it all over again. Lily had her hand over her mouth in shock and looked like she was going to cry.

"Bring her home, Woody. Please." After I promised her that I would, I left. I packed an over night bag, just out of habit, and was at the airport two hours early. I paced nervously and tried calling Jordan's cell. But there was still no answer. After a lifetime I boarded the plane. An eternity later, we touched down. I rented a car, I figured if I had to chase her around San Francisco, I might as well be able to drive myself. She wasn't at the hotel she had booked, but she had checked in. I hung around there until late that night. When she didn't show, I drove around the city until I found a motel for the night. I booked myself a room and slept fitfully.

I slept longer than I had meant to, but as soon as I was awake, I restarted my search for Jordan. It was dinner time when I found her. But my instant relief when I found her was immediately replaced because of where I found her. On an overpass over 6 lanes of traffic, she was standing with one foot on the low guardrail. I pulled the car over and jumped out.

Now she had both feet on the rail, and was holding on to a lamppost. I'd seen enough jumpers to know that she was in that moment of decision. And I knew Jordan well enough to know she made her own decisions, but I had to try.

"Jordan – please- no!"

A/N: So now you have to wait and see if Jordan jumps or not. And here's a hint, I'm like an animal, I work faster if persuaded. Don't try to feed me, though, but if you give me reviews, I'll write fast. Plus, I do actually want to know how stupid this is.