A/N: So here's the new chapter. It's full of angst but I'll get back to the romance part sooner or later. Please review; tell me if you liked it or if you didn't.

Chapter 5 – The misunderstanding

…they were naked, rolling around in his bed, kissing passionately. Her mouth tasted sweet like chocolate and her lips were so soft. Soon he was nibbling her neck and he could feel her low moans vibrate in her throat. Then he touched her. He touched her everywhere he could, her soft breasts, her flat stomach, her firm butt, the inside of her thighs…

All the while she had her face buried in the crook of his neck, planting hot kisses there. She parted her legs willingly as he touched her center, feeling her readiness. He was so turned on that he wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside of her. He kneeled between her legs, ready to join her. He took a moment to look at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes were black with desire, begging him to fill her. She was so amazing. He bent down, ready to do it when his attention was caught by a beeping noise.

"What the hell…"

He opened his eyes. Jordan was no longer lying beneath him. He was alone in his bed, cold sweat sticking to his skin and his erection made feel really uncomfortable.

Groaning, he switched off his alarm clock.

Dreams like this one were coming frequently in the last two weeks, ever since they slept together and they always left him waking up frustrated and alone in his bed. They felt so real. Her touches, the way she smelt, the way she tasted. They weren't always about sex but also about their future together. He wanted nothing more that to stay forever in these dreams but instead he could only hope that they would someday come true.

He slowly got up; another cold shower was waiting for him. At the moment, a relationship with her was far away. They were merely friends anymore. She avoided him to no end and he always felt awkward in her presence so he did nothing against it. When they accidentally ran into each other at the morgue, she was really cold towards him and barely managed a 'hi'.

He knew they had to talk about it and he already tried twice but she didn't want to talk. When he didn't leave it, she threw him such angry glances that he left her alone. It hurt him that she seemed to blame him about what happened. He could only give her time although he missed her terribly. He hoped that they could at least get their friendship back because he loved her and he wouldn't survive losing her for good.

…

Time went by slowly the last two weeks as Jordan desperately tried to avoid Woody. And she had been successful so far. They hadn't had a case together since then and she only saw him occasionally at the morgue. He wanted to talk to her twice but she didn't want to hear what he had to say. She already knew that he didn't want her and that he regretted everything, so there was no reason for him to hurt her more. She also didn't want to fight with him, because he seemed to infuriate her everytime she saw him, though she didn't know why. She knew it wasn't his fault. They both wanted it at that time.

She was now sitting at her desk, staring in space and hoping that they would at least be friends again someday.

"Jordan," Garret called from the doorway, looking slightly worried. He had called her name a few times until she reacted.

She broke out of her reverie.

"Oh hey, Garret."

"There's a dead body at the riverside. They just fished it out of the river; apparently it was some days in the water. Go and meet Woody there," he ordered.

He could see her flinch when he mentioned the Detective's name.

"Can't you send somebody else? I'm really busy at the moment," she gestured towards her nearly empty desk.

"We're swamped with cases, there isn't anybody else available," he said slightly irritated, giving her a stern glance.

She saw that there was no point in arguing with him today, so she surrendered.

"Fine I'll go. Did you want anything else?" she asked as he didn't leave.

"Just work out whatever's going on between the two of you," he said turning to leave.

He wasn't an idiot. He had seen the changes in their relationship in the last weeks. There was no friendly banter between them anymore, no talks, no jokes, nothing. They barely acknowledged each other. This wasn't the first time she wanted to pass over a case when she heard Woody would be there. He didn't know what happened he could only hope that they'd work this out for their sake.

"I don't know what you mean," she called after him.

He turned around briefly, throwing her a glance.

She cursed herself for being so easy to read. But on the other hand she wasn't really subtle in avoiding him. Seeing him pained her simply to much because it reminded her of their wonderful night. It was a mistake but it was great nontheless and she didn't lie when she said she loved him. The next morning, she could see how much he regretted it. It was then she made the decision that it was better to forget about him than risking that they both hurt each other again. Somehow she had to accept that he didn't want her.

But for now, a dead body was waiting for her. Sighing, she got up to leave.

…

The first thing Jordan noticed when she arrived at the crime scene was how great he looked in his dark grey suit. She quickly discarded this thought from her mind. She had to be professional here. She ducked under the yellow tape and walked towards him.

"Woody," she greeted him distantly.

"Jordan," he said indifferently.

When she looked around, he could look at her longer. Although she wore nothing special – jeans and a violet T-shirt – she was breathtaking. Her curly hair was up in a lazy ponytail and some tendrils were sticking in her face. He wanted nothing more than to brush those soft tendrils out of her face.

"What do we have?" she broke him out of his daydream.

"Dead body, naked, male. Some strollers called us. They saw an arm sticking out of the swallow water. Looks like he's been in there for quite some time. The smell is pretty bad. He's over there," he pointed to the riverside.

"Thanks. I'll go to work."

'Wow, no fight and no bad words. Pretty good,' she thought. Of course they had to be professional at work. There was no place for their private problems and she was really happy that they were able to keep their problems out of their work.

The nearer she came to the corpse, the stronger the smell got. The body already showed strong signs of decomposition. The water and the warm weather did their job. Great, this smell would stick to her all day.

…

Later, back at the morgue, Jordan was in her scrubs, preparing the autopsy when Woody entered. He was momentarily taken aback by the disgusting smell, but he tried not to show anything.

"Do you have any preliminary results?"

"I just finished the external examination. Regarding the grade of decomposition, and the fact that he was lying in the water, I would say he died about a week ago. The X-ray picture shows a fracture at the base of his skull."

"Is this the cause of his death?"

"At the moment I would say yes, but you'd rather wait for the results of the autopsy."

"Ok, then I'll come back later. I see if I can get an ID on our victim."

The truth was that he couldn't stand the smell much longer and she seemed to know it because she was smiling mischievously at him. God, how much has he missed this smile.

"Fine, see you later," she said, going back to her work.

He quickly left the autopsy room. She looked after him, shaking her head. All those years in the morgue made her immune against most of the smells. She hadn't expected that they would work so well together. All the tension seemed to vanish as soon as there was work between them. With new vigor she continued with her work.

…

Four hours later, Jordan sat in her office filling out her paperwork. She had showered three times and she still smelt like death. The other medical examiners didn't bother too much but Lily couldn't stand being in a room with her for more than some minutes.

Woody took this moment to stick his head into the room.

"Hey Jo, got a minute?" he asked good-naturedly.

She knew this had to mean that he either had a hot lead or the case was already solved.

"Sure, come in. What's up?" she asked as he entered and closed the door behind him. He came towards her and leaned onto her desk.

"I have an ID on our victim. David Hawkins, 48 years old. There was a missing report on him. I talked to his wife. She reported him missing after she found a suicide note. She said that he suffered from severe depressions after their daughter died in a car crash over a year ago. Apparently he never got over it. She thinks that he jumped from a bridge. Of course that theory would be wrong if he died from the skull fracture."

"No he didn't. He drowned, his lungs were full of water. I compared a sample of the water from his lungs to a sample of the water from the river. It's a match, so he drowned in the river. The skull fracture happened post mortem. His head probably hit a rock when the river drifted his body away. There were also many scratches and cuts that are also post mortem. His blood alcohol level was 1,0," she concluded.

"That would all point to suicide. I'll see if I find something that points into another direction but if there isn't anything…"

"…then we can be sure it's suicide," she finished for him.

They smiled at each other, happy that this case was fairly easy. She gazed into his eyes and was immediately lost in his blue orbs. The smile fell from his face as he held her gaze, longing to touch her even though her strange odor.

An awkward silence fell between them and Jordan was the first to break eye contact.

"Don't you have to go somewhere?" she said, colder than she intended. She just didn't know how to act around him and this always made her angry and frustrated bringing her to say thing she later regretted.

"Will it always be like that, Jordan? I know we've made a mistake but we have to get over it," he became irritated.

"That's all it is to you, a mistake?" she asked, the hurt evident in her eyes.

"No…" he started.

"It's ok, I understand it pretty well. You're right it was all a big mistake, none of this should have ever happened!"

"Would you just let me talk?" he asked raising his voice.

"You don't have to say anything. I know you don't want me. We aren't meant to be together, we just end hurting each other," she said sadly.

"Oh and this is all my fault?" he was getting really angry.

"That's not what I…"

"No, now you will shut up and listen. All these years you kept me on arms length, always throwing me some breadcrumbs so I wouldn't starve. Everytime we got closer you pushed me away and it hurt me each time. But that's enough, I won't keep on waiting around anymore. And don't you dare to blame this all on me. I didn't hear you complain when we had sex," he ended his tirade.

His words hurt her, they were like a stab in her heart. And the saddest thing was that they were true. She had played with him all these years and now it was understandable that he had enough. She held back the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Just tell me one thing," she asked with a cracking voice. He was almost by the door when he turned around.

"Do you regret everything?"

"No, I just regret time and the circumstances. It was too soon," he said softly before he left her office.

This was enough, she couldn't hold her tears back any longer. She let the tears flow freely as heavy sobs shook her body. He was right, it was her fault. She had lost him because of her stupid insecurities. He didn't regret sleeping with her and they could have had a chance if she wouldn't have been so damn stubborn. She had succeeded in what she had always feared: She had lost him for good.

…

Woody was pressing impatiently the button for the elevator as he asked himself if this was the right decision. Deep in his heart he wanted to take a chance with her but his brain told him something else. They would only hurt each other and he couldn't take any more of it. But he saw the hurt on her face when he told her that and it broke his heart. He didn't want to hurt her and he regretted his harsh words now. The more he thought about everything, the more confused he got because there was a little voice in the back of his mind that kept telling him that there was still hope for them.

TBC

A/N: I know it was sad and I didn't like it myself. But it will get better, I promise. Please review!