She couldn't get him out of her head, out of her sight, he had gotten under her skin. Somehow, her office seemed colder, same as her apartment. Something about her run-in with Woody the other day had shaken her up. Her hands were constantly trembling and she jumped at every small movement. Jordan had always been tough, always been able to take care of herself, always prided herself on her independence. And now all the sudden here she was … jumping when a bird landed on the roof. She had been through so many traumatic events in her life … why did one simple argument with the man she had been dodging for the past five years shake her up so bad.

Lu. Even the thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. Perhaps it was the fact that she had seen them there … together … in his apartment, both covered in whip cream. There was a finality that set in when she saw him there with another woman, like suddenly the devotion he had possessed for her had suddenly disappeared.

She had never thought of herself of a jealous person. But all the sudden as she saw the two of them there together, that giant green monster that everyone who's man enough to admit talks about, woke up inside of her.

She felt guilty that she had played this game of cat and mouse with Woody for so long; that if maybe she had just taken a leap of faith in their relationship that she would have been the one covered from head to toe in whipping cream in Woody's apartment.

The thoughts swirled heavily around her head until they became a giant whirl of colour and light. She closed her eyes, sliding farther down onto her couch in her office and resting her head in the crook of the armrest and the backing. She nodded off, finally giving up on the inevitable sleep and allowing herself to be sucked into her imagination.

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He knocked quietly on her office door, wishing anyone other than him was doing this. After the things he had said to her … why did he have to say those things? Silence greeted his ears after the knock and a small concern flitted over him. He twisted the knob and pushed, swinging the door open and look around for Jordan. Garret had said she was in here … so why wasn't she answering?

His heart-rate slowed as his eyes found her sleeping frame curled up on the couch. Woody took another step in, closing the door behind him and bending down next to her couch. Concern wiggled its way back into his chest as she watched her in uneasy sleep. Her eyes were darting around in her head, back and forth as though she was trying desperately to find something. He legs were twitching every now and again as though she was running for her life and her breathing was shallow and uneven, not to mention the fact that her facial expression was one of sheer terror.

Woody watched as she struggled against something in her sleep, muttering words like 'please' and 'oh god'. Not being able to take another second of watching her suffer, he placed his hand on her arm and shook it.

"Come on Jordan. Wake up," Woody said, shaking her arm to wake her up. But the attempt was futile. She was so engrossed in her sleep that Woody's soft touch was not enough to disturb her.

"Jordan! Jordan! Wake up!" he yelled. But her eyes remained firmly shut. "JORDAN!" he yelled again.

"NOOOOOOO!" she woke up screaming at the top of her lungs. "No, no, no, no, no, no," she kept muttering quietly, gasping for fresh air.

"Jordan," Woody quietly asked.

"No, no, no, no, no," she continued to mutter, burying her head in her lap and heaving dry sobs.

"Jordan … hey … Jordan!" Woody yelled. Her head finally snapped up and she stared into his eyes, fear extremely apparent in both his and hers. He reduced his voice back down to a soothing whisper. "It's ok Jordan. It's alright. It was just a dream. It's over," he said, placing the palm of his hand against her smooth cheek.

Her breathing slowed back down to a normal pace and she closed her eyes, allowing the calm and the scent of his cologne to wash over her. Her breathing was still uneasy and staggered and Woody slid his hand from her face to her arm, holding the spot and forcing her to look him in the eye.

"It was just a dream Jordan. Just a dream," he whispered, his body, mind and heart all aching to gather her in his arms and take away her pain. But yet again his pride got in the way. "It's over. I promise."

Even though she knew he was talking about the nightmare she was having, his words seemed to be reflected onto their relationship. Or lack-there-of.

"You ok?" he asked, handing her the glass of water that was sitting on her desk. She took it gratefully, tipping it to her lips and pouring the liquid down her dry throat. She remained silent.

"Jordan?" he asked again, staring intently into her honey brown eyes for any sign of recognition from her.

She took her head suddenly, her eyes loosing their distance and her mind finally registering that Woody was kneeling beside her. "I'm fine," she gasped, resting her hand on the lower part of her neck.

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked, genuine concern edging its way into his voice.

She started him down, not answering his question. "Are you sure you're alright Jor?" he asked her again. "You're really out of it."

"Ya. I'm fine. Sorry," she replied.

"What's up with you? What were you dreaming about?" he asked, pulling himself up from the ground and sitting beside her body which was drenched in cold sweat.

"Nothing. It was nothing," she replied immediately.

"Little too quick there babe," he said with a smirk. But his smile was not returned and her serious demeanour diminished any type of sarcastic reply he planned on using. "Come on Jordan. You can tell me?"

"Can I?" she asked, finally turning to face him and pulling away from his touch.

"Of course you can," he said, his voice hurt by her accusation. "Jordan you know you can tell me anything; anything at all. Now tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"It was just a dream," she answered, stubborn as always. Truthfully, Woody would have been more shocked if she had just opened up immediately and spilled everything.

"I think it was more. It seemed pretty intense."

"It was just a dream Woody; just a dream. Nothing more. It's over now and there's nothing left to talk about."

"Jordan …" his voice was a whisper. "Please."

"You really wanna know?" she asked, her voice questioning.

"Yes," he answered simply.

"Fine I'll tell you. It was about you; about the night you were shot. But this time … this time …" her voice faltered and she gasped for breath. "This time when I got the call, I was too late. You were gone and I spent the rest of my life wondering why the hell I didn't have the nerve to tell you how I really felt."

He was taken aback, wondering where this sudden admition had come from. And yet again, he was left wondering why he had been so stupid and if she was telling the truth.

XXXXXXXXXX Ok now I know I didn't get the chance to put in the part from the preview but I decided to spend this chapter digging deeper into their emotions and such. Now I know that it's pretty un-Jordan like to say all that stuff but for the sake of this story she needs to be a little more open.

I promise that the next chapter will be about the case with Woody and Lu. SO there you have it. And DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!

Love, Megan