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Woody staggered over the door and opened it to reveal the tall Brit. Nigel's expression was of anger and frustration.

"Come in," Woody directed sharply even though his words were slurred.

"Woodrow you wanna tell me just what exactly went on with you and Jordan?"

"Nope. Why should I?"

"So I can stop her before she runs," Nigel retorted sharply.

"At least some one else can go after her now, I'm through chasing her" Woody said, as he sat down and poured him self some vodka (he couldn't bear to drink whisky any more ) from the near empty bottle. Swallowing the whole glass sharply he stared away from Nigel out of the window.

"I know about the ring" Nigel's voice came from behind him.

"That's all I know except for what from what Jordan's told," Nigel paused he didn't know how much Woody knew about what was going on in Jordan's head.

" I gave the ring , she rejected it. I told her I'd had enough and that we would be better of as friends" Woody's voice was void of any emotion except for the fact that he sounded utterly exhausted.

"That's all and if Jordan's chucking one of her tantrums that's her problem. I don't really care." his tone sounded like he was trying to convince him self as well as Nigel. Nigel's cell phone interrupted. Woody called over the ringing phone, "And I'm not here so she can just kiss me and run away" suddenly Nigel clicked. That's what had happened the other night. They had kissed. Distractedly he answered his phone. "Hell.." before he could even finish Jordan loud voice interrupted him.

"I'm gonna do it Nige " she sounded drunk.

"What I should have done a long time ago. Where does he get of he saint bloody Woodrow ? No wonder his brother's a cot case. Who could possibly live HIM, let alone try to live up to him or his standards." There were foot steps coming from outside Woody's door.

"Jordan where ar…"

Before he could complete his question Jordan barged through Woody's door. She stopped looked at Nigel for an instant then turned to Woody and started yelling.

"HOW DARE YOU THINK YOUR SO DAMN PERFECT!" she yelled at him. Standing, he walked over closing the distance between them.

"ME ! WHAT ABOUT YOU ? YOU OBSESSION THE POINT OF DRIVING EVERYONE AWAY!" "ATLEAST I'V LIVED A LITTLE! "

"YOU CALL PUSHING EVERY ONE WHO'S EVER LOVED YOU AWAY LIVING? MOVE ON FROM THE PAST JORDAN. YOUR NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO LOST SOME ONE! "

Jordan moved even closer to Woody's her eyes were dark and they shone with unshed tears. Woody swallowed she'd never looked more beautiful that she did right now. It epitomized her a mixture of variability and power of anger and innocence. They were so close they could feel each other's breath. Nigel stood motionless at the entrance to the room. They both seemed to have forgotten his presence.

"At least I let people say what they wanted to say before I give up on them." her voice was barely above a whisper and as she spoke a single tear fell down her cheek. Before Woody could think about what he was doing he was kissing her. She responded willingly and the kiss deepened. Nigel stood frozen on the spot scared about what would happen if he moved. Slowly their lips parted from each other's. As they broke apart Jordan brought her hand up and slapped Woody across the face. Tears were now streaming down her face, briskly she jogged out of the apartment straight pass the stunned Nigel. Woody turned back to the table and didn't even bother to pour a glass of vodka ; he took a swig straight from the bottle. In stunned silence Nigel walked out of Woody's apartment and found his was home: leaving the drunken detective alone with his vodka.