Woody is OOC. The reason is simple: I don't like him. Unfortunately, he jumped in my head, got ahold of this story and said "Forget Bug, I want to get her flowers. And I'm gonna make it difficult, too. Ha."

"Chicken."

Woody's head snapped up from a file on his desk at the teasing tone in Jordan's voice. "What?"

Jordan shook her head, laughing. "I know you pretty well, Woody, almost as well as you know yourself. You're a lot of things. But a coward is not one of them. Do you know how much trouble we went through to figure out, only to find out it was the last person on the whole damn earth we expected?"

Woody was shocked speechless. "I- you… Jordan!"

Grinning, she theatrically plunked into the soft plush chair in front of his desk, making herself easily comfortable, and furrowed her brows at him. "What? I walked in on her staring dreamily at them, and of course, knowing me, I just had to find out who sent them. And she just tagged along like a lost puppy dog. Really, Hoyt; you couldn't have just asked her out?"

"Are you kidding me?" Woody protested.

"Hmm… no. Spill." Jordan ordered.

"What am I, a teenage girl?"

"You're acting like one," Jordan countered, then corrected herself, "a teenage guy, that is."

Woody sighed with a look of barely concealed exasperation. "What do you care, anyway?"

"What are you on?"

"What are you, my mother?"

Jordan pinched the bridge of her nose. "Dammit, Woody, this isn't getting either of us anywhere."

"It's getting you mad."

"Look who's talking."

Jordan groaned, glancing over her shoulder and out the window to where Lily was sitting, seemingly peacefully, in a chair, reading a magazine. "Look at her, Woody. She couldn't believe it was you. Do you think maybe you should say something?"

"Nope. Bye."

"For a cop, you sure are stupid," Jordan muttered. "She knows it was you; I know it was you; you know it was you. For god's sake, Woody, ask her out. It's Valentine's Day, and she doesn't have a date; and, heaven forbid, you probably don't either. Don't kill me," she added, raising her hands in surrender, "I'm just stating the obvious."

Woody scowled at her. "You're nosy."

Jordan flew out of the chair and breezily sailed out the door. "You only figured that out now? You're dumber than I thought, Woody."

Lily glanced up curiously as she heard the unmistakeable sound of Jordan soaring by. "I'm almost afraid to ask."

Jordan grinned and dropped her voice to a conspiratory whisper, deliberately keeping her tone loud enough that people passing by could listen in. "I think our big, strong, invincible cop is a big chicken."

"Do I need to take out the leash?" A voice behind her suddenly spoke, and she jumped three feet in the air. Garret suppressed a smile. "You're scheming again, aren't you?"

Jordan threw him an angelic smile. "No…?"

"Not falling for it, Jordan," he reminded sternly.

"He didn't talk to me," Jordan complained to Lily, ignoring her boss. "I tried. But I'll make him sooner or later, even if I have to handcuff him to a chair and threaten him with- uh, something important."

"No you won't."

"You won't have to."

All three of them turned around, surprised.

"Bye." Jordan was gone in a flash, Garret on her heels.

Lily grimaced. Fabulous.

"Alright, fine, I'll come right out with it. I'm a jerk, okay? I'm a jerk, and I like you. I'm a jerk, and I like you, and I'm here acting like an idiot because I'm trying to ask you out but doing a damn terrible job of it." Woody glowered at Jordan's retreating back.

"Okay," Lily said quietly.

"But- but," he stammered awkwardly, "what about uh, what's-his-name D.A. guy? Brandeau?"

"We broke up."

"Oh." Woody sat down beside her. "Um, I'm sorry… I think."

Lily couldn't control her smile. "You're not used to this, are you?"

"Not really," he admitted readily. "If you don't want to, that's okay, I mean it is Valentine's Day, and-"

"Woody."

He stopped. "Sorry."

Lily pursed her lips. "I'll go out with you," she agreed sweetly, "and thank you for the flowers."

Woody shrugged. "You're welcome. Next time I'll get lilies."

Sorry, no more TBC. The end; hope you enjoyed. Aloha. And thanks for the reviews; I really didn't expect that many. Wow.