Woody was seeing the scene before him through an out-of-body experience. This new information shocked him into a dazed consciousness. Garrett recovered quickly and explained how they were bringing the kids home today and that they needed to go get ready to drive back to Boston. Somehow, in the moments that passed, Woody managed to utter quiet goodbyes and watch as Garrett and Nigel led his children out of the police station and back into the streets of New York.

Meanwhile…

"Nigel! What did you do?" Garrett questioned through clenched teeth while carrying an exhausted Cassie in his arms.

"Me? It was her!" Nigel defended, pointing to the small child in Garrett's arms.

"She found her father's name, located his new address which we have no record of, and found how to get to the police station… all by herself? That's even above Cassie's level. Sorry Nige, spill or be spilled."

"Okay, so I may have helped. She asked me about her father, Jordan had already told her his name was Woody Hoyt. She brought in a picture from Jordan's drawer and showed me. She looked up with those sad little puppy dog eyes and said, 'Uncle Nigel will help me find my daddy? I know he loves me and Noah very much but he doesn't know how to find us… so we have to find him okay Uncle Nigel!' I couldn't resist Garrett. Not even you can resist that little angel when she looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes!" Nigel pleaded as he bent down to pick up Noah who was falling asleep walking down the street. "And she must have found the station herself, we've been by the park a lot. I had nothing to do with that one."

"Okay, okay Nigel. Fine. I guess that's understandable. But who's going to tell Jordan?"

Back in Boston

Jordan lay in a state between sleep and awake. She was watching The Princess Bride for about the hundredth time on this break from work and her kids. Without Cassie and Noah, Jordan didn't know how to pass the days. She had no preschool to run around to and from, no t-ball, no soccer, no gymnastics, no cooking lessons in the kitchen, no bath times that flooded the bathroom, no bedtime stories, no one to tuck in at night… it was lonely without them. She was just happy they were coming home tomorrow morning.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

"Okay I'm coming! Hold your horses!" Jordan called to the annoyingly impatient and persistent visitor who called her out of her daydream state.

"Nothing gave Buttercup greater pleasure that ordering her farm boy about." The television echoed though the apartment and Jordan reached the door and opened it for her nightly visitor, assuming it was likely Lily or even Eddie Winslow.

"Hi Jo." Woody calmly managed as he stood in her doorway.

"Woody? How did you find me? Why? What do you want?" Jordan asked quickly, in a range from concern, to affection, to anger, to impatience, She had not forgotten their last fight. But she also had no forgotten the years prior or her amazing children that he unknowingly fathered.

"Well, I used my recourses, you know… the phonebook?" Woody smiled his famous smile at Jordan's obvious confusion and nerves.

"But why now? What made you come find me now?" Jordan recovered, calming down and relaxing to his presence.

"Well, a little bird dropped in on me. Actually I do believe she ran away to find me…" Woody began nervously watching Jordan's face grow concerned and worried. "Garrett and Nigel were walking in Central Park, and it seems that a young miss Cassandra Faith Cavanaugh wanted to find her daddy. She ran across the street and found me at my desk. And was shortly followed by Nigel and her twin brother Noah William Cavanaugh. Why didn't you tell me Jo?"

"I didn't want you to come back and hate me, and be resentful toward them. I though I would give you time, and you would come back… like I always did. And then you never came. I prated every night for you to come home to Boston, to your kids, to me." She added in a whisper.

"But Jo. I did come back." Woody soothed as he pulled Jordan into him as her tears began to fall.

"Only because Cassie found you and guilted you back." Jordan quietly quipped.

"Hey now Jo, That's not true. Honest. I was transferring back later this month. I've given up on New York, it's not home to me. It never had been and never could be. I belong in Boston, just like you. With you. Ask Eddie, or Framus, or Seely, they all know about my transfer back to the Boston PD. I promise." Woody explained.

"Really?" Jordan brightened a little.

"Ya! Really. So, those kids of yours, of ours. They are adorable!" Woody smiled.

"They sure are. Do you want to see their memory albums? I updated them this week, I had a lot of free time." Jordan explained.

"Sure, I'd love to."

They sat together on the couch, like they used to do years ago before the shooting and before the fight and before the twins….

Cassie's album was a soft yellow with a vine of flowers on the corner decoration. Noah's was a deep blue with a moon and stars in the corner. Both albums started with pictures of Woody and Jordan together. Woody looked surprised, both at the fact that she kept these pictures and that they were in the albums.

"I wanted them to see their daddy and mommy together." Jordan tearfully explained.

"Hey it's okay Jordan. I'm sorry I left. I never meant to get mad. I never meant to leave, I still don't understand why I did it. But I did, and then I was too ashamed to come back and risk the rejection and the slap I deserved. I'm so sorry Jo." Woody whispered as he pulled Jordan into a hug once again.

They stayed that way for awhile. After Jordan relaxed, they looked through the albums. The day they were born. Garret, Nigel, Lily, Bug, Seely, Framus, and Eddie with Cassie and Noah as babies. Their baptisms. Cassie's godparents were Garrett and Lily. Noah's were Eddie Winslow and Framus. (Cassie for Jordan, Noah for Woody).

Then there were pictures of the kids learning to walk, their first birthday, playing in the sand, at the beach, growing up, birthday parties, holidays… everything from the past five years.

Exhausted from the day, Woody and Jordan fell asleep, Jordan resting in Woody's arms, curled together in sleep, both holding their children's albums in their sleep.

Morning

Garrett quietly unlocked the door to Jordan's house and pulled the kids in. He dropped off their bags in the dining room as Cassie and Noah ran to find their mother. They ran to the living room to find both their parents asleep together.

Garrett peeked in and saw Jordan and Woody, he smiled to himself. "Kid finally figured out how to come home." He whispered as he said goodbye to the twins and left them with their parents.

Noah timidly went up to his mother and tried to shake her awake. The movement woke Woody and they found each other staring into each other's eyes. Noah smiled as he saw his daddy and recognized his face. "Hi Daddy!" he said.

"Daddy!" Cassie cried out.

Jordan woke up with a start at the sound of her daughter's yell. She sat up in time to see both children attack their father in a giant hug. And it brought tears to both parent's faces.