Woody nearly beat his alarm to death the last time he pressed the snooze button. He didn't want to get out of bed; it had taken him nearly three hours to go to sleep. It was hard to tell what had kept him awake, but he was pretty damn sure it was the lady he could hear taking a shower in the next room. Slowly he sat up and turned to put his feet to the floor, then he looked at the clock. "Oh Hell", he exclaimed, it was already 8:30 and he had to be there at 9:00. Hurriedly, he gathered his clothes for the day and headed to the bathroom.

"Jordan, Jordan sweetie, I've got to get in there, boss will have my ass if I'm late" he yelled thru the door. Then he heard the shower cut off.

"Hold on to your horses mister, just let me get dried off." She paused, then with a sly expression on her face she peaked her head out of the door "that is unless you want to see me naked and wet!"

Woody's face turned blood red. "As tempting as that sounds, I really have to get a move on or I'm toast at the station".

"Oh alright! Your loss", she exclaimed as she flung open the door. He rushed past her clad in only his boxer shorts and shut the door. Jordan could help but raise an eyebrow and let out a low whistle at the sight.

Dressed only in her robe and her hair wrapped up in a towel, she headed toward the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. She hunted around in his cabinet trying to find a travel mug so she could send some with Woody since he was running so late this morning. Finally she found one hidden in the very back. She took it from the cabinet and rinsed it out to get rid of the year's worth of dust.

She thought to her self, 'he won't have time to stop for breakfast either'. So she opened the fridge and found a few things that resembled breakfast.

By the time he emerged from the bathroom he was dressed and ready to go, and she had his food and coffee in her hand waiting at the door.

"That for me?" he asked gathering his keys and wallet.

She smiled. "Yup I didn't figure that you would have time so here's coffee and a ham and cheese on toast, not exactly breakfast but hey I had to work with what we got."

He happily grabbed the items and kissed her on the cheek. "Bless your heart, I….I'll talk to you later", he said as he practically ran out the door.

Jordan had a strange look on her face as she shut the door behind him. She couldn't help but to think he was going to say something else. 'Nah' she said to herself quickly dismissing the thought that he was going to say "I love you".

It wasn't too long before she was ready to head out for the day. The thought of staying in his apartment all day by herself was, well unbearable. She grabbed Woody's keys, the car keys and her jacket and headed out for the day.

All had gone well during the day; she had a new drivers license, new debt card, and even a new cel phone. She was especially happy with her new phone, deciding to spoil her self a little she bought the best one they had with all the new features. The last task of the day was to find something to wear for tomorrow.

Jordan entered the shop that she had frequented quite often; it was a small boutique that Nigel had brought her to several years ago.

"Ms Cavanaugh! Good to see you, can I help you find anything?" called the clerk from behind the counter.

Jordan smiled. "Hi Rebecca, well actually I do need some help. I need something to wear to funeral, but I would like it to be professional enough that I could use it again. Have anything like that?"

Rebecca's happy expression disappeared, turning in to a look of concern. She reluctantly asked "Is it anyone I know?"

Jordan could feel the tears well up, but she replied "It's my father". Rebecca immediately put her arm around Jordan and consoled her for her loss.

"I think that I might just have the thing for you" Rebecca walked to the back of the store and found a classic black suit with a long black skirt and a lacey camisole to go underneath the jacket.

They ladies took the suit into the dressing room and Jordan tried it on, it was a perfect fit. She turned several times in the mirror looking at herself, she agreed that this could be good court testimony apparel as well as for what she needed it for tomorrow.

"I'll take it" she called out of the dressing room to Rebecca.

Jordan was ready to pay for her suit when something else caught her eye. It was a long red dress that had a split almost up to the hip. It reminded her of a dress she had years ago that she wore while working on a case with Woody. She couldn't help but smile and laugh a little.

"I think I'll take this red number if it's in my size". Low and behold it was her size, she couldn't have been happier. "All I need is everything that goes under these and shoes and I'll be set". Rebecca gladly helped her gather everything and sent her on her way.

Jordan was heading back to Woody's apartment when she decided to call and check in with him. "This is Detective Hoyt, how can I help you?"

She laughed "Well hello there Detective, yes you can help me…."

"Jordan, I didn't recognize the number, that's why I answered….never mind. I see someone's been busy today. New phone huh? Woody was somewhat embarrassed from the way he answered the phone, but those were the rules when you didn't know who was calling.

"Yes actually I have been, new license, new check card, new phone, and even some new clothes. I was wondering if my favorite roommate wanted Chinese for diner since we couldn't yesterday."

Woody's tummy rumbled at the thought of food. "Yes that would be great; I should be out of here in a few minutes".

"Good then I'll stop and pick it up. I'll see you in a bit" she said as she was turning into the Chinese place that they used order from almost every week.

"Ok Jo, see you at home", Woody happily responded.

There was that word again 'home'. She smiled, to think a home, a home with Woody. She sat in the car for a short while thinking of what a home with him would be like. Could it be a house, a Labrador Retriever, a big tabby colored cat, 2.5 kids, white picket fence, and even a tire swing? She shook her head; she couldn't do this right now. It was possible that her grief for her father was clouding her judgment or was this really how she felt, was this what she really wanted. Did Jordan Cavanaugh really want a life with Woody? She quickly dismissed the thought and headed in the China Dragon to buy their dinner.

Woody sat on the steps leading up to his apartment building waiting on Jordan. Laughing to himself, he remembered how long he had been waiting on her, what four and a half years. It was true that he had never waited for her to come home to his apartment, that was totally different, but the waiting part he was definitely accustomed to. Just as he was getting ready to dial her new number she pulled into the lot.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, it took them a little longer than I expected." she apologized at soon as she saw him coming towards her.

"It's ok, I haven't been here that long. Here let me help you with the bags" he said grabbing part of the bags. They had made up to the apartment when one of the bags slipped thru Woody's fingers, spilling out all of Jordan's recently purchased undergarments. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and she turned a bright shade of crimson as he picked up a slinky black bra and matching thong. Holding them up at eye level for inspection he simply let out a "HMMM". Jordan dropped their dinner on the counter and immediately grabbed her things out of his hand and the rest from the floor.

"Don't get any bright ideas Farm Boy!" she spouted angrily, then rushing off to her bedroom with her things.

Woody ran a shaky hand over his face in an attempt to regain his composure. The thoughts of her in that nearly sent him over the edge. "God help me if I ever see her in that", he mumbled to himself as he pulled the white boxes and chop sticks from the bags.