A/N: Still do not own Crossing Jordan. Sorry it took so long.

She went in for her last day of work, although no one knew. No one knew that her favorite brown suitcase was by the door waiting for her to come home, waiting for her to take it somewhere.

Don't act any different. Act like yourself, if you don't they might suspect something. She thought to herself.

"Hey Nige," she said as she stepped off the elevator.

"Oh, hey Jordan, an old man is waiting for you." Nigel said in his beautiful British accent.

"An old man?" Jordan questioned, "Just tell him that I don't want to speak to him."

"No Jordan, the old man is waiting for his autopsy," he said with concern apparent in his voice, she usually understands his cryptic humor.

"Oh ok, well let me just drop of my stuff and then I well get right on it."

Nigel just realized that her hands were full.

"Let me help you with that," he offered.

"No that's ok I got it."

She couldn't let him see what was overflowing from her arms. What would he say if he saw the foldable cardboard box that she was going to pack up her office supplies in. what would he say if he saw her letter of resignation, the letter that she was going to slip in Garrets desk right before she left, the letter that said do not try to fine her, that he leaving is for the best. that she would come back when the time was right. No she couldn't let Nigel see any of it.

"Ok, when you're ready the man is in autopsy one."

"Thanks Nige."

As she walked down the hall to her office she saw all the things she was used to all the things she would miss. Garret was yelling into the phone as he sat in his office. She saw Bug and Lilly sitting in the break room laughing and eating their granola bars and drinking day old coffee. She kept walking until she came to her office at the end of the hallway. Her office was not as nice as Garrets, but it was hers. Her desk was always covered with papers, her chair with the uneven legs. Her couch sat just on inside of the door. The couch where she comforted Woody when he felt he had no one, the couch where Pollack would be waiting for her. She was going to miss her little office, it was quaint, but it was hers, or it was hers.

She put the papers and such that she was carrying on her already full desk. She unfolded the cardboard box and started to push the papers into it, not really paying attention to what was going in the box.

"Going somewhere?" Woody said when he appeared in the doorway.

"Oh Woody, no just doing some spring-cleaning," she said thinking quickly.

"Jordan, you do know that it is the middle of fall."

Damn

"Well I didn't do it in the spring, so I'm, I'm catching up" she lied hoping he would buy it.

"Oh ok, well I wanted to stop by and say hello, I'm here helping Bug finish up a case, so I thought I would bring you your favorite Blueberry muffin.

He pulled out a plain white paper bag with a black seal stamped on the bag from behind his back, nestled inside was Jordan's favorite muffin. Jordan forgot how much she cared for Woody and how much he cared for her. She cared very deeply for him, but not even Woody could keep her in Boston, she had made up her mind. But yet she knew that no matter how many times she asked not to be found, Woody would never give up looking for her

"Um, thanks for the muffin Woody, but right now I have to finish up here, then head to autopsy one"

"It was no problem, do you maybe want to go to dinner tonight?" Woody asked hopefully.

"Not tonight, but tomorrow ok."

"Tomorrow is perfect."

Jordan knew that she would be gone by tomorrow night, she would be gone by tonight. She knew that Woody would be very worried when she did not show up for work tomorrow, and even more worried when she wouldn't be at her apartment when he came looking for her. Perhaps it was all the care and concern she wanted to leave behind. She wasn't used to having people care for her like her co-workers did.

When she finished her "spring cleaning" Jordan put on her ugly blue scrubs and walked into autopsy one.

"Hey Jordan" Bug said as she walked into the room "I just was finishing up the case with Woody, by the way there are still some granola bars in the break room if you want one."

"No thanks, I just got to take care of the old man here, he needs an autopsy."

"Is that what you have been calling him, why not call him by his name, Benjamin Collins," Bug replied in his usual sarcastic tone.

"Whatever the name he needs an autopsy."

"Jordan are you ok, you seem a little on edge."

"Yes Bug I'm fine thank you, I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night that's all.

"Ok, well get a better sleep tonight so you're not so tense tomorrow."

"Thanks Dr.Bug, thanks for the concern."

After Bug left she poured all her concentration into her work trying not to think about what she as going to do when she got home. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't help thinking that she would soon be on airplane heading to Utah. She closed all her bank accounts, packed all her clothes, she had a new job lined up, and she even put in for a legal name change. The new name she chose wasn't very flattering, but she didn't need a flashy name, just one that people would actually believe.

"Jordan" Lilly said bursting through the autopsy doors. "We have Mr. Collins's daughter here, she wants to know how he died."

"Hi Lilly nice to see you too, well Benny her died of a heart attack, no foul play here."

"Thanks Jordan, sorry I was snappy, but there is just so much going on, by the way sorry about you and Pollack. I really thought you would last," she said as she walked through the swinging doors almost running into Garret on her way out.

"JORDAN!" Garret yelled as he made his way into the autopsy room, "What is your office doing empty, you're not leaving again are you?"

"No Garret its spring cleaning, and yes I know that it is the middle of fall I'm just catching up."

"Yah ok, well I think that the rest of the day is going to be a slow one, sew up the old man and if you want you can go home, you look like crap, get some sleep."

"Thanks Garret you look just fine, but thanks I'll do that." She really loved his honesty.

"Ok see you later, I'll call if anything comes up"

"Yah…later." She said regretfully.

Garret had always been there for her, especially when her father wasn't. It was going to be harder for her to leave Garret more than all the others. But Garret couldn't keep her in Boston. She was grateful for the rest of the day off, she was glad that she wouldn't have to explain why she needed to rush out of there later that night. But if Garret knew what she was going to do when she walked through her front door, that she would pick up her suitcase and say goodbye to Boston for a very long time, that she would be on her way to the airport with a new name, and a new life ahead of her. If he knew this he would never have let her leave.

A/N: Sorry that it takes so long for me to get up, but the chapters take a while to type, mainly because I have better things to do than type this whole story all at once.