Jordan sat on the chair in her office, the little girl sitting on her lap, her dark head resting gently against Jordan's shoulder. Her sleeping frame stradled Jordan's waist, clinging sleepily onto her mother. Jordan smiled and dropped a kiss on top of her head, standing up and balancing the weight of her daughter and her bag, full to the brim with autopsy reports.

She walked to the elevator, carefully gripping onto Emma's thigh, trying not to drop her. She waited impatiently for the doors to open, her thin arms starting to give under the weight she was holding. Footsteps echoed from behind her but she didn't bother to turn, unconcerned about who was still at the morgue at eleven o'clock at night.

Woody walked slowly up to her, her heart hammering in his chest painfully. He could feel each pulse push blood painfully through his veins which seemed to have constricted at the sight of her. His breathing was heavy and staggered, finding it increasinly hard to fill his lungs with air. He approached with caution, aware of the fact that in her arms was the little girl he had met earlier that day.

"Jordan," he said as he closed the remaining steps seperating them.

Jordan nearly dropped Emma. "Woody!" she exclaimed, pushing her falling daughter back up.

"She's a cutie," he mentioned, pointing to the little girl in her arms.

Jordan looked uncomfortably to her daughter, she heart hammering with worry and anticipation.

"I know," she replied, putting on her head on her daughters and plastering a fake smile on her face.

Woody found it hard to tell where one set of hair ended and the other began. And then it clicked. Emma was Jordan's daughter. But why had Nigel been so keen on keeping that fact away from him? 'Maybe it's because you just left her ... and because it's also Garret's cousins daughter," he thought to himself.

Woody decided to hold off on the lecture about sleeping with your bosses cousin for another time. She he settled for simple conversation instead. "So how have you been?"

Jordan hesitated. "Fine," she finally replied. "How about you?"

"Good," Woody replied maybe a little too quickly.

He noticed Jordan struggling to hold up her daughter and the bag of autopsy reports in her hand.

"Do you want a hand?" he asked, motioning to her full hands.

"Ummm..." she hesitated. "Sure," she replied, trying to disentangle the bag from her shoulder where Emma was sleeping. Woody laughed at her futile attempt to extract the bag.

"Here," Woody offered. "Why don't I just take her?" he motioned to the little girl.

An extremely worried look crossed her face at the idea but she decided to play it cool and nodded. Woody reached out his arms and picked Emma up, turning her around and resting what little weight she had on his chest, her head resting peacefully on his shoulder. Woody smiled at the comfort he felt holding her.

The elevator finally dinged, coming to their floor, doors peeling open. Woody and Jordan stepped in, Woody hitting the lobby button.

"Mommy?" Emma's meak and exhausted voice rang out. Jordan looked up into her daughters worried face, watching as she tried to figure out who was holding her.

"Hey sweetie," Jordan said, extending a hand and brushing stray pieces of chestnut brown hair from Emma's face. "You're ok."

"Mommy!" Emma cried out again, tears filling up her icy blue eyes. She reached her arms over Woody's shoulder, extending them towards her mother.

"Emma, Emma sweetie! Stay with Dad ... Uncle Woody."

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Ok I know it's an abrupt ending up I have a concert to go to at my school and I'm out of time. Thanks for all your great reviews ... suggestions are always welcome!

Love Megan