A/N.. I love the reviews where people are trying to figure what's up with all this.. please keep reviewing… I'm inspired by Ausslow spoilers… and I'm afraid the funeral will be for a certain red headed detective that I love…… but this is my story so.. who knows.!


(Five minutes before she found him)

She wandered around the apartment, picking up things and setting them down like she hadn't seen them before. Like they weren't hers. She looked back at the table where the paper still sat. She should have let Woody throw it away when he wanted to. Jordan glance towards her bedroom, something had caught her eye. Something out of place. She walked closer and pushed the door slowly until it opened all the way.


(Ten minutes before she found him)

"Hey?" Woody leaned over her and lifted her chin. "Just say the word and I'll have you back safe and sound at my place and still make it in on time."

She smiled at him and he pushed her hair back over her thin shoulder.

"I'm okay." She smiled again turning back to the door, still hesitating at the lock. "It's just…"

"Ask me again." He whispered wrapping around her from behind and putting her key in the lock. "I'll get it right this time." He felt her lean back into him.

"You have to go to work."

"We can pretend."

"You wanna come in?" She asked softly.

"Of course I do." He turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, kissing the back of her neck.

"You have to go to work." She reminded him as he tightened his hold on her.

"It's too cold in here anyway." He laughed.

"I must have turned off the heat when I left." She said absently. "The things you think of when you're wasted." He snorted, kissing her quickly before walking to the thermostat and turning it up.

"If you expect me to sleep here tonight I'm putting this thing on 80." He told her turning back around. She was standing in front of the counter, looking at the evidence of her destruction. Several empty bottles lined up against the edge of the sink. He sighed and walked back to her. "Let me take you back to my place." He moved his hand up and down her back as she shook her head.

"I have to face it at some point." She said putting her hand on his chest.

"I don't feel good about leaving you like this." He sighed.

"I'm okay. Go. Finish up and come back." She smiled at him.

"Want me to bring lunch?" She nodded putting her bag down the table. Woody grimaced as the paper slipped out. "I thought you threw that away?"

She looked at him shyly.

"I.. I can't. I have to deal with this, Woods." She tossed her hands. "It's gonna create a PR nightmare for the ME office and for the department. I mean Renee is already on us about Garrets DWI and now this."

He looked at her before looking at his watch.

"I've.. I don't want to.. but I have-." He sputtered, she touched his cheek.

"Go." She told him as he kissed her quickly and walked out the door.


(The night before she found him)

"I don't think so." Woody kissed her bare shoulder.

"I have to go back there sometime." She laughed. "I need clothes." He raised his eye brow at her and she smirked at him.

"I don't know I think you look fine." He said pulling her back a little and looking at her body pressed nakedly against his.

"Eventually I'll need clothes." Lily had brought her the bag she kept in her locker at work, but she couldn't wear the same two outfits indefinitely. "I have to go back to work Monday." He made a face. "You Detective are on call tomorrow."

"I have about a weeks worth of paperwork to get to."

"You can drop me off in the morning." She told him. "Go to the office, get stuff done and then bring your paper work back to my place." He grinned at her. "Do you think she's going to suspend me?" She held his steady gaze.

"No. If she did that she'd have to suspend Garret. She'd have to suspend me." He kissed the wrinkle that her worried expression left between her eyes. "She knew about all this too. It's not really shocking to anyone involved."

"I think the public might be a little shocked." Jordan mumbled. "This is all my fault."

"Stop Jordan. Renee will deal with it." She nodded into his chest. "And it's his fault. He used the fact that you two had a relationship to get a story. It's not like it was the first time."

She huffed out a breath, feeling him flinch a little.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-."

"I should have kicked his ass right then and there when he did that to you." She whispered. She couldn't see the sly grin that appeared on his face, but she had known it was there. He kissed her hair.

"I've been called worse."

"Yeah.. by him.. in this mornings paper." She shook her head back and forth quickly. "What was I thinking?"

"You weren't." He said softly, before he chuckled. "Or at least that's what I told myself so I could sleep at night."

"I love you." He heard the tears in her voice.

"Hey, it's just an article. I'm fine. We're all going to be fine."


(The day before she found him)

Woody groaned loudly when her phone rang.

"I hate that thing."

"Cavanaugh?"

"Jordan?" It was Garret. "I went your apartment."

"Yeah.. I'm not there." She told him holding the phone tighter to her ear. Woody made faces at her over his bowl of cereal.

"But Lily told me you were discharged yesterday?"

"Yeah.." She tried to keep the smirk out of her voice as she flipped her spoon at him. Little droplets of milk shot to his face and he yelped.

"What's going-. Oh." She actually felt bad for him for a second. "You're with Woody."

"Yeah.. I didn't want to go back home yet." He winked at her.

"Well.. good I guess. I just wanted to make sure you'd seen the article."

"The what?" Her face paled and she looked at Woody. He stopped wiping his face and met her gaze.

"What?" He asked.

"I think you better get the paper."

"Get the paper." She told him and he shot towards the door.

"It'll be all right Jordan. We'll deal with it. I'm just thankful you're all right." She'd stopped listening. She was studying Woody's face. He closed his eyes and turned the paper to face her. There she was sprawled out on the lawn surrounded by paramedics, Woody's hand covering half of his panicked face.

It was almost the same expression he was wearing when she looked up to him. Her eyes softened and she went to him without even read the headline.

"I gotta go." She mumbled hanging up on Garret while taking the paper from Woody and pulling him to her. It was a few minutes later that she read the headline.

Drinking and Dicing: Is everyone at the Medical examiners office drunk? By JD Pollak.


(When she found him)

The closer she had gotten to the bedroom the more she'd noticed the faint but familiar smell. She pulled out her phone and dialed Woody before she actually confirmed what she saw. She gasped a little, her hands shaking when she recognized the crumbled heap on her bedroom floor.

"Miss me already?"

"Woody."

"What's wrong?"

"Get back here." She said quickly, as her whole body joined in the shaking. "I.. He's.. Get back here."

"I'm turning around." He told her anxiously. "What's going on?"

"He's dead. He's.. He's.."

"Who?"

"He's in my bedroom."

"Who's in your-."

"Pollak. He's dead."

"Jordan? Jordan get out of there right now." He yelled at her. "Get out of there." She could hear him call for back up. She could hear him asking dispatch to request Dr. Garret Macy and Detective Christina Santana. She heard his siren go on through the phone seconds before she heard it on the street. He hadn't gotten very far after he'd left this morning. "Tell me your out of there Jordan." She backed up towards the door. "Talk to me Sweetheart."

"Hurry."