Thursday morning finally came for Jordan, the day of her father's funeral, the day she would put him in the ground. Jordan stood and looked in the mirror attempting to put her makeup on but it was all she could do not curl up in the corner and cry her eyes out. She knew she had to get thru this day, somehow, but at this point she still wasn't really sure how. So she stands in front of the mirror, staring at her self, trying to come up with the answer. She got her answer the second Woody tapped on the door.

"Jordan, sweetheart, we've got to get going….." he called from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Two minutes, I'll be out" she grumbled back at him. This was his third call.

She smiled when she thought of Woody, he had been wonderful thru it all. What on earth would she have done with out him the past few days. He could always tell when she was down, then the corny jokes would start. Last night was no exception, he teased her about her "lil' britches" that had fell out of the bag, she couldn't help but laugh. The butt floss comment was her undoing, he had made her laugh all evening. She was pretty sure that was his intent to keep her mind off things.

"Ok, pull it together Cavanaugh, you can do this" she said to herself straightening up her clothes and taking one last look in the mirror.

Exiting the bathroom to find Woody standing dressed in his formal police uniform. She smiled, he had always looked wonderful in that uniform. Sadly this was the only occasion she had seen him wear it, police funerals.

"You ready?" he asked her as wrapped her up in a hug. She simply nodded into his chest. He quickly kissed her on top of the head. "You'll be ok, I promise"

Woody then helped with her jacket and they headed out to the car that was waiting for them. He had grabbed her hand and held on to her for dear life. They quietly made their way to St. Inez.

Once inside the church Woody walked her up to the front to see her father before anyone else arrived and the services started. For a while she just stood there as if she was in shock. She finally reached her hand down to touch her father's, that's when the tears began to pour from her eyes. Woody put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. It wasn't long till she turned and buried her head into his chest sobbing. They stood this way for quite a while, the two of them completely submerged in grief.

The two of them heard the main doors open, it was the rest of their family, Garret, Nigel, Lily and Bug. Jordan reached down and grabbed Woody's hand and they walked back to sit in the second row of seats. Everyone exchanged hugs and words of comfort before they sat down. She had Woody's hand on the right and Garret's on the left in attempt to stay strong.

The service was in a word, beautiful. Her friends Paul's words absolutely touched her heart. Paul spoke so eloquently of life, love, and hope. She honestly had never seen so many cops cry at once, especially not the one next to her, not Woody. Tears were not what she was expecting to see from him today, but in some ways he had loved Max as his own, not just as a fellow officer. So, her tears fell freely yet again

Soon the services were over. Paul had said the last prayer and dismissed everyone to go to the graveside. Jordan, Woody and the rest of her family hung back for a few minutes while the rest of the congregation left for their cars. Garret, Nigel, Bug and Woody were all pallbearers along with several men from the department.

Woody hugged Jordan and whispered "I'll be right back, you Ok?" as he reluctantly pulled away from her.

"I'm alright, see you in a few minutes" she said softly as he replaced his hand with Lily's for her to hold on to while he was gone.

The eight gentlemen carried Max out to the hurse for his last ride. Jordan and Lily followed them out quietly. She was somewhat surprised when they arrived outside to see the four police motorcycles and three cruisers dressed in black drapes with there lights flashing silently. When the coffin was loaded Woody rejoined Jordan and headed to the car that was for them. She didn't speak a word the entire trip to the cemetery, it had been quite some time since she had been to her mothers grave. Now her mother wouldn't be alone any longer, only she would.

When the funeral procession stopped near the burial site, Woody again handed Jordan over to Lily while he and the others did their duty. Jordan and Lily waited at the graveside along with what seemed like a hundred others. As the gentlemen carried her father towards the site she noticed something draped over the casket, it was the policemen's flag.

Slowly but surely they made their way towards the site till finally they placed the casket on top of the vault. Once everyone was settled at the graveside Paul began with the graveside prayers. He was only just a few minutes in when the lightest of snow began to fall. Woody immediately put his arm around Jordan for not only comfort but for warmth.

The longer Paul spoke the heavier it snowed, it had slowly started to cover the ground. Jordan looked up at the sky for a moment deep in her thoughts, 'tears from heaven I suppose', she thought to herself.

At the end of the service the several officers got up including the chief and as the bagpipes played they ceremoniously folded up the flag that covered the casket. When they were finished the chief walked over to Jordan and placed the flag in her lap and thanked her for her fathers years of service to Boston. She turned to Woody and buried her head in his shoulder as she fought off the inevitable sobs. With that everyone started to leave and head for their cars.

Jordan sat for several more minutes with Woody till finally he stood her to her feet.

"Sweetheart, it's time" he said lifting her chin to look in her tear swollen eyes. She simply nodded and they started to make their way back to the car. In the back ground they slowly started to lower Max in to the ground, his final resting place, next to Emily.