A/N: For all you Jordan Woody fans out there reading this…you will be disappointed. This is not a W/J fic.

The airport was busier than usual, or maybe it just seemed busier because she was in a hurry. She was in a hurry because she was worried Garret would call and say that he needed her back work. She was worried Woody would stop by her apartment for one if his "I forgot to call" visits. She was just worried in general.

"Hi how may I help you?" the perky front desk attendant asked.

"I have a reservation on flight 1938" Jordan said as she placed her suitcase on the scale, "It's under Josephine Scott."

"Ok, one second, yes here it is, a one way ticket to Salt Lake City Utah correct?
"Yes, that's correct."

"Ok Ms. Scott, your plane arrived early so it will be taking off in about 30 minutes from gate 12A, have a wonderful flight. NEXT!"

Jordan made he way to Gate 12A thankful that her flight was early. She was praying that no one would call her cell-phone. It was the one thing that she kept and hadn't changed. Maybe it was a subconscious thing, maybe she was secretly hoping that someone would call her and pull her back into Boston. She knew however that when she got to Utah she would have to change her number, because by then no one would be able to pull her back.

"Now boarding rows 15-20, rows 15-20," the speaker above her head rattled out.

A few minutes later when the airplane was taxiing toward the runway her cell phone rang. She had no other choice but to answer it. She didn't want the caller to get worried and go to her house and see that she wasn't there. Personally that has no logic in my book, but that is what Jordan was thinking.

"Garret I can't talk right now" she said urgently hoping to get him off the phone quickly.

"Jordan I know I sent you home but we need you. Five new bodies came in, we think it was mob hit…"

"Ma'am" the flight attendant said interrupting Jordan's conversation "there are not allowed to be one during the flight"

"I know, I'm so sorry, I'll hang up."

"Jordan," Garret yelled into the phone, "Jordan, are you leaving again! Please tell me you are not on an airplane, why are you running…"

The sound of Garrets frantic voice ended when Jordan snapped her cell phone shut and pushed the power button.

Back at the morgue Garret was pacing back and forth frantically. Passersby's looked at him oddly through the glass windows of his office. It was Nigel and Bug who finally decided what see what was wrong.

"Dr. Macy" Nigel said worried, "what's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that I think Jordan ran away again," he said stopping in his tracks, "I called her and it sounded like she was on an airplane, some women asked her to put her phone away. I tried calling again but she must have turned her phone off. But hey she could just be watching TV right; I mean there is no reason to leave Boston this time. We should go check, I mean what if she did leave, and we have to go to her apartment."

"GARRET!" Nigel yelled pulling him out of his babbling trance, "you and me will go to her house and Bug will stay here and start the autopsy's, without Jordan we are shorthanded. Ok calm down and I will drive."

Woody walked into the morgue looking for Jordan, just as Nigel and Garret were arriving at her apartment.

"Hey Jordan," he said pushing the swinging door of the autopsy room, "I got a tip on the five body case… where's Jordan?"

"We think she is on and airplane going well we don't know exactly where." Bug said very nonchalantly

"Bug how can you be so calm, she is gone, and you have no idea where she is!"

"Don't worry, Nigel and Garret are checking her apartment, and we always find her, or she just comes back. She won't be gone very long."

"I'm calling Nigel to see what they found."

Woody punched furiously at the keys of his cell phone. He was thinking the worst. What if she hadn't just left, what if something horrible had happened to her.

"Nigel," Woody yelled into his phone frantically, "What did you find!"

"Woody is that you? How did you find out about Jordan?"

"I came to the morgue looking for her and Bug told me what was going on."

"Ok, well what we found was that all her clothes are missing and so is her suitcase, but we did find a drawer full of pink handled toothbrushes."

"But did you find anything that might give us a clue as to where she might be?"

"Um…No."

Meanwhile on the airplane to Utah Jordan was furiously flipping through that pages of that on flight magazine, not even noticing what was on the pages.

"Miss" the flight attendant, said drawing Jordan out of her own world, "are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just nervous. I'm starting a new job so it's a little scary."

"Tell me about it. I remember when I first started this job," the flight attendant said as she slid into the empty seat next to Jordan, "I just picked up and left. I wanted to start all over again. It was hard at first, but as time passed it got better, and now I'm really happy. I wouldn't change a thing I did. Sorry I know you didn't want my whole life story."

"No really it's ok. It was… reassuring."

"Well the plane will be landing in about 20 minutes, so I have to go, nice to meet you. My name is Amy by the way."

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Josephine."

"Bye"

It helped Jordan cope with her situation knowing that others have done it too, knowing that the pain she was feeling would subside.

20 Minutes Later

As Jordan walked off the airplane into the Salt Lake City airport she was surprised to see a man holding a sign with her "name" on it.

"I'm Josephine," she said walking toward the unknown man. The unknown cute man. He was about 6' feet tall, had dark brown hair and gorgeous green eyes that were hidden behind wire frame glasses.

"Hi Josephine, I'm Jonathan, everyone calls me John. I'm one of your new co-workers, I'm here to pick you up and help you adjust."

"Thank you so much, people call me…um…Josie."

"Well lets go get your luggage and be on our way, the morgue gave me your apartment address and number so I will drive you there. And I will be picking you up for work tomorrow around 9:00 am. If you want we can also get you a car later."

"Thanks, but my car is being shipped out, but it will be a couple of days so picking me up will be greatly appreciated."

"No problem. Well the luggage pickup is this way."

Jonathan and Josie made there way to the luggage carousel, the long walk would lead Jordan to her new life, and a whole new world that she would love.