Here's part 4. Thanks to Casey for beta-ing it for me ;)
Also, it may take longer to get the rest of the parts up - someone stole my backpack which had my notebook in it. Well parts 6 - 8.5 were written out in the notebook but not typed up and i have to re-write them. oh joy. I have finals next week so thankfully I will have time after that to finish up the fic.

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"I just want to get married before the baby is born," Jordan told Woody while she poured herself a glass of orange juice after work one night, "I don't care where or when as long as we get married."

"Ok, who are you and what have you done with my Jordan?" Woody asked from the other side of the bar style counter in the kitchen, slightly worried. Jordan didn't really talk like this. He leaned his forearms on the counter to hear what she had to say.

"I'm serious," she put the cap back on and put it away in the fridge, "I know it totally doesn't sound like me but…" she was a little frustrated, "I want to be with you," she said finally.

"Awww," Woody teased, "Your mommy's getting all sweet and sappy," his comment was directed to her slightly protruding abdomen. In response, Jordan unconsciously put her hand over her baby, picked up her juice and padded over to the couch in her long, light purple kick pants and white tank top.

Jordan was 17 weeks pregnant and if you didn't know any better you wouldn't be able to tell, there was simply more 'pregnancy pudge.'

"What can I say? It's the hormones," she replied and sat sideways on the couch with her juice before continuing, "I never wanted a big church wedding."

"What do you want, Jo?" he sat next to her. Deciding she was going to share he juice with him, he took a drink and gave it back.

"I want Nigel, Bug, Garret, and Lily there and I just want to get married anywhere," she told him simply before sipping her orange juice, "just nothing huge."

"I think we can handle that," Woody replied, "I just thought we'd have a normal wedding."

"When has our relationship ever been normal?" she asked with a smile and set her drink on the coffee table.

"That's true. I'm still amazed Jordan Cavanaugh is getting married at all," he admitted, teasing then asked, "What did Liz say about your size?"

"She said what I told you before. I was small to begin with and I probably won't get noticeably bigger for about another month," she replied before grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.

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"What do you have for me, Jordan?" Woody asked the next day. He found Jordan and Nigel in Autopsy 2 with the Jane Doe who was discovered that morning in a hotel room.

"She was murdered," Jordan stated, ignoring the look Woody gave her saying 'duh'. She then went to the computer that analyzed the data and played the demonstration of a stabbing, "From what we discovered, the angle of the stab wound is impossible to have been self-inflicted."

"Unless she fell onto it," Swiveling around in his chair, Nigel interjected from a computer on the other side of the room. "Now, in her hand I found a casino chip; a burned casino chip."

"Burned?" Woody asked, going to Nigel's computer. He leaned forward on the table to look at Nigel's results.

"Yes, burned," he replied and continued while typing, "I was able to identify the key elements of the chip along with the colors. The elements of this chip are found in casinos in Atlantic City, Detroit, and Las Vegas."

"That's not too helpful. There are tons of casinos in Vegas," Woody told him, "Do you know what city she was in?"

"Yes," Jordan replied, "I just got a name and where she was."

The two men crossed the room to look over Jordan's shoulder as she told them, "Her name was Tenna See and according to her credit card statement she was recently in Las Vegas."

"Are you joking?" Woody asked. Who would name their child Tenna See?

"No I'm not. And look where she was in Vegas,"

"The Montecito," Nigel answered from reading the information on the screen in front of them.

"Looks like we have a trip ahead of us," Woody told the two MEs.

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"Wow," Nigel said, turning around to see everything as they walked down the dark street. He was enthralled by the chaos of lights and signs of the Las Vegas strip.

"We are not here to gamble," Jordan warned the Englishman then looked pointedly at her fiancée, "That goes for you, too, Woody."

"But, Jordan –" he started but was cut off by Jordan.

"No. You remember what happened last time," she reminded him.

"Yeah," he replied, disappointed, "I really liked that car, too."

They walked into the Montecito and were suddenly bombarded by the chatter of the patrons and the noise of the slot machines.

Sam greeted them with a smile, "Hey Woody, Jordan," she hugged Woody, shook Jordan's hand then looked Nigel up and down, "We haven't met."

"Nigel Townsend, Boston Medical Examiner's Office," he held out his hand.

Sam shook it and introduced herself, "Samantha Jane, but you can call me Sam. Jordan, you look different."

Jordan was wearing black slacks, heels, and pink tank top with lace around the edges that exposed her midriff. She looked slightly pregnant. Jordan smiled at her comment and glanced at Woody before looking back at Sam, "I'm pregnant, actually."

"And she and Woody are engaged," Nigel added. He was just as happy about the engagement as Jordan and Woody were.

It didn't take long for Sam to get over her initial shock. She had figured the last time Woody was there he only slept with her to try and move on. It obviously didn't work and they had sorted out their problems. "Congratulations, how far along are you?"

"17 weeks," Jordan told the casino hostess over the noise.

"Why don't we check into our rooms and we can chat more later," Woody suggested, he learned from Jordan and Renee that women can talk for a very long time.

"That's a good idea," Nigel agreed, he didn't really want to stand in the middle of the casino listening to 'girl talk' either.

Jordan nodded her agreement, "I like that idea, and I'm tired."

"I bet you're hungry, too, love," Nigel quipped as the group started walking. Jordan smiled and gave him an angry look in fun.

Woody was the one to reply. "Jordan is always hungry, Nigel."

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Jordan lay back on the bed of their hotel room. After two days she, Woody, and Nigel solved the case. They used the video surveillance and Hope's credit card statements to track her movements while she had been in Vegas and the Montecito. It turned out she hooked up with a man by the name of Gregory Tait during her stay.

They arrested Mr. Tait and after a couple hours he confessed to killing her in Boston.

"She stole the chip from me. It was mine and she took it," he said finally.

"So you killed her?" Woody asked, sitting across from the man in the interrogation room. Jordan and Nigel watched from the other side of the two way mirror.

"Yes," he said simply as if it was the most obvious answer.

The trio had another day before they had to go home, but for the time being Jordan just wanted to lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling. She finally gave into Woody's puppy dog eyes and let him loose in the casino but with Nigel as a chaperone.

Jordan's mind wandered again to the fateful and unavoidable meet up with Danny. She hadn't talked to him since she was last in Vegas.

"Jordan?" he asked when he saw her enter the surveillance plain room made up mostly of television screens and a few computers.

"Hi, Danny. How are you?" she asked, accepting the hug.

"I'm fine. Sam told me you and Woody were here with another ME about Tennessee?" he asked, confused.

"Not the state," she replied, "her name was Tenna See."

"Ah," he replied, finally understanding, "She also told me you and Woody are not only engaged but pregnant?"

"Yeah," she beamed, gesturing with her hands, "17 weeks."

"I'm really happy for you," he said sincerely, after all he was going out with that cute real estate agent.

Jordan was suddenly pulled out of her flashback by Woody and Nigel's return.

"Jordan, guess what?" Woody asked, carrying a red plastic Montecito bag. Jordan sat up.

"You just saved a bunch of money on your car insurance by switching to Geiko?" she guessed in her smart ass way.

"Woodrow won $1,000," Nigel told her, unable to keep quiet anymore.

Woody sat next to her on the bed, "I also had a great idea."

Nigel didn't know what Woody's great idea was so he couldn't say anything.

"What's that?" Jordan asked, looking to Woody, then Nigel then back to Woody.

"We get married. Right now. In Vegas."

That idea hadn't occurred to Jordan but it suddenly seemed like a very good idea. "Ok," she replied simply.

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Woody, Nigel and Jordan arrived at a 24 hour chapel that night around 11pm and were the only ones there. The inside was simple and blandly white. There was a reception area with a desk and small table probably to register. About 30 feet behind that stood the alter and between the two were three rows of short pews.

"Good evening," the woman behind the desk greeted them with a friendly smile. Her hair was red but it was no natural red. Her hair was Elmo red, M&M red, rainbow red.

The three voiced their hellos and the woman asked, "Who is getting married, tonight?" looking at all three of them.

"These two," supplied Nigel, pointing to Woody and Jordan then went to look at the wall of pictures from weddings past.

"Alright," she motioned for them to approach and handed Jordan a clipboard with papers to fill out and a pen, "please fill these out. Are you going to need rings?"

"Yes," Jordan replied.

"No," answered Woody at the same time.

Jordan looked at Woody, confused, "What?"

He smiled mischievously and pulled matching rings from his pocket, "I'm always prepared."

Jordan smiled back, shook her head, and sat in one of the two brown metal folding chairs provided to fill out the forms.

Before either of them knew it, Woody was standing at the alter with the Minister, Nigel sitting in a pew, and Jordan at the other end of the aisle. The woman with the crazy red hair pressed the play button on the CD player beginning their recorded version of the Bridal March.

Both Woody and Jordan had weird smiles plastered on their faces as Jordan walked down the aisle with a small bouquet of flowers. Nigel was taking pictures to document to occasion so the others at home wouldn't kill him.

The eye contact between Jordan and Woody never broke through out the entire, short, ceremony. It felt as though the entire thing had just started when they heard the Minister say the words 'I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride'.

Woody gently placed his hands on either side of Jordan's hips and at the same time she looped her arms around his neck. They came together and had their first kiss as a married couple, which was documented on film by Nigel. The kiss was short but full of promise for what would come. And there would be a lot more to come.

"I wish I had rice to throw at you," Nigel laughed as they left the small chapel.

"I'm glad you don't," Woody replied. He had an arm wrapped protectively around Jordan's shoulders and she had her arm looped around his waist.

"I'll get some when we get home," Nigel told the two and threatened playfully, "And I'll have everyone throw it at you."

Jordan laughed at the thought of being pelted with rice by everyone at the morgue, "You should, Nige. But for now, I want to go to bed."

"What?" Woody asked, sad that he wasn't going to get any consummation.

"Don't worry, farm boy," she smiled slyly, "We won't be sleeping."

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