A/N: Woohoo! 100+ reviews! I've never broken 100 reviews before, so thank you very much! I'm glad you're enjoying it. I think it's time for Jordan to get some good news, too, don't you think? Here's just a short, transitional chapter.

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It was two weeks and four days.

The phone rang early on a Friday evening.

"Jordan, it's Dr. Elliot. They just sent over the results of your amnio, and I didn't want to leave you waiting over the weekend."

"Yes, of course..." she muttered and could feel her heart begin to beat in her chest.

"Good news, Jordan. No chromosomal abnormalities."

It was as if the dam that had held for two weeks and four days had finally burst. Her knees gave out from under her, and she had to steady herself against the back of the sofa.

She had forced herself to eat for the baby's sake these last weeks, but sleep was beyond her control. She lay awake most nights, completely isolated in her terror, with her worst thoughts crashing through her brain until night gave way to morning.

Woody had not been able to call lately, and she was glad. Lying to him again would take more strength than she thought she had right now. But it was over, and she felt as if the sun had come out after a long winter.

She went out the next day and bought the cutest, sassiest, most bump-hugging maternity dress she could find, painted her toenails crimson, slipped on a pair of thongs and enjoyed the gorgeous Boston summer weekend.

The elevator doors parted that Monday morning. Office decorum be damned, she wore a lacy tank top with just a hint of her round belly peeking out from underneath as she stepped out into the lobby

Bug was signing for a package in the lobby and did a double take as she passed through.

"Morning, Bug," she said breezily and heads turned as she strutted down the hall. Garret and Lily were in his office going over a file, and she stopped in the doorway.

"Notice anything different about me? And I'll give you a hint. It's not a new haircut."

They were speechless for a moment before Lily jumped from her chair with a excited shriek. "I was wondering why you were wearing so many baggy sweatshirts in the middle of a heatwave!"

Lily went off to spread the news, and Jordan sat in her empty chair. "I have a favor to ask you, Garret. Woody is supposed to be back in time for the birth, but I'm taking a childbirth class, and I need a backup labor coach..."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Oh, come on, Garret! It'll be fun!"

"What is it about a room full of panting pregnant women that strikes you as fun?"

"Garret..."

"Wouldn't you rather have Lily or Nigel or anyone else for that matter?"

She sighed and looked away. "I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have, Garret. Except Woody. And he's on the other side of the globe fighting a war, and he has been for every day of this pregnancy so far. So, if you don't mind, I'd really like to have you there."

He waited a beat and smiled warmly. "Okay, Jordan. But I'm not wearing one of those 'sympathy' bellies. Not even for you."

The days wore on. Her childbirth class was going well, and she enjoyed spending the time with Garret. Things had sometimes been difficult between them since he had been forced to resign the previous year, and the class was a chance to repair their fractured relationship.

Lily and Jeffrey had gotten engaged and were busy planning their December wedding. Bug had joined an Indian Singles Club, and his broken heart was mending quite nicely in the company of a beautiful pediatrician.

Soon, an autumn crispness was in the air. She got the occasional letter or phone call from Woody saying the Air Force was keeping him busy, and he missed her terribly. She missed him, too, but she was beginning to adjust to life in her new home without him.

She looked forward to Lily's wedding; it would be one of the last opportunities to spend time with her morgue family before Woody returned and the baby arrived. The ceremony seemed an interesting blend of equal parts Judaism, Christianity, and Buddhism. Jordan had never been to a wedding where the couple was married under a chuppah while the Ave Maria played softly in the background, but that was Lily.

The reception was just as eclectic, with Big Band music and a dim sum buffet. At eight months pregnant, Jordan sat the dancing out and sipped a virgin colada with her shoes off and feet up.

She was marking the time until Woody's return in days, rather than weeks or months. It had dragged along so slowly for so long, and now the days seemed to hurtle past.

She had gone out on maternity leave just after the new year. She could barely get close enough to the table anymore to do an autopsy. It was just as well. A cold New England winter had settled in, and she was content to cocoon in their apartment and watch the snow fall.

And then in mid-January, the call came. She cursed herself for not putting the cordless phone beside her chair and waddled across the floor to answer it.

"Jordan! It's Woody! Look, I don't have a lot of time. I've got about five minutes to get across base. They're putting me on a plane. I'm coming home."