Woody's POV

He was afraid to sleep. For hours he'd just been sitting there in his boxers starring at her curled up on the bed, wondering if she felt safe enough to stay. Wondering if it was safe for him to sleep.

Woody checked the latch on the hotel door, resisting the urge to sleep sitting up against it. Instead he sat at the table opening and dumping out the gray file box Nigel had given them before shoving them down the freight elevator and into a waiting VW minibus and giving the driver a wink, a hundred dollars and a pat on the back.

He rummaged through the contents. There were keys to the car that had been left for them outside the hotel. The hotel where a room had been reserved by someone else, who'd left the key card in the car in an envelope addressed to Ms. Thomson. Two Florida drivers licenses that screamed jail time for anyone involved in there existence, five prepaid Visa Bucks cards, a prepaid cell phone with extra minute cards, a map full of blue dots of safety zones and the one hundred twenty two thousand dollars Jordan had left from selling Max's house last year. Nigel had it out of her bank account, cashed and in their hands with no paper trail two hours before they left. He shook his head, thankful Nige was on there side. Woody dropped the contents back into the box, putting it in his suitcase before locking it and shoving it under the bed. He sat back down, tiredly rubbing his eyes and laying his head on the table.

He dreamed about LA; board walks and home, roof tops and bail. Even in his dreams he was afraid to let her go to far from him. Afraid he'd loose her into the night.

"Woody?" He started to become aware of her hand on his back before he really heard her. "Baby come to bed."

He lifted his head, her hand slipped up his neck and into his hair.

"Hum?" He mumbled leaning back into her firm touch. His eyes finally focused on her face in the dark room. He watched her, taking in the look in her eyes, the worry on her forehead, the rawness of the side of her lip she chewed when she was afraid. He was suddenly very awake.

"What?" She said softly moving her hand across the messy locks of hair that hung oddly from his head. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head silently catching her hand and holding it in his.

"You're scarring me." She said breathlessly. He shook his head again and kissed her fingers. Standing up and leading her back towards the bed. He pulled her down with him to sit. He tried to understand where she was right now. Where her mind was going and if it was planning on taking him along. She brought her hand up and touched his cheek, he pressed into her touch as she spread her palm across the side of his face. "Woody?"

"Tell me you're still going to be here when I wake up, Jor." He whispered cupping her hand in his. "Tell me you're not going to leave with out me in the middle of the night."

Her lips parted softly as he watched the flash of guilt in her eyes. She brought her face to his and kissed him softly.

"Tell me." He repeated, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Woody, I love you." She was hedging and he knew it. "I'm not going to lie to you and tell you the thought hadn't crossed my mind."

"Jordan." His eyes closed and he pressed his hand tighter into hers.

"Woody You're entire future is on the line here." She explained.

"I have no future without you in it." His words were firm and certain.

"That's not true." She protested. "You could go back to Boston; to your job, to Lu. You could forget about me, about Riggs about all of it. Woody-." He moved his cupped hand around her mouth rubbing his fingers softly against her jaw until her wide eyes settled.

"I have no future without you in it." He repeated even more firmly, fighting to keep the tears in his eyes out of his voice. "Don't you dare leave me Jordan. Do you understand me? Don't you dare."

She nodded slowly and he let his hand fall away. She brought hers up to his damp cheeks, brushing them sweetly with her fingertips before moving her lips to his again. He took a shuttered breath and pulled her into his arms and down on top of him on the bed.

"I love you." She breathed, propping herself up on his chest.

"You do?" He said with the faintest hint of teasing in his tone.

"I do." She said nodding.

"Show me." She took in a sharp breath at the sound of his warm voice. He watched her eyes take in his before she made a move.

But then she did. Pulling at the elastic of his boxers and pushing them away. She straddled him. He put his hands on each side of her hips, watching as she pulled her silky nightgown over her head with one hand and tossing it onto the floor in one fluid motion. Her eyes were serous and deliberate. Her touch honest and loving, promising even.

"I love you." She told him again, and then she showed him.

Jordan's POV

She'd been sitting on the edge of the bed watching him sleep for an hour now. Trying to decide between what she thought was best and what she wanted. It wasn't until he woke up and reached across the mattress that she knew she'd already made the decision. She had just been waiting for him to wake up and give her an excuse for choosing it.

His hand twitched a little when all it found was an empty space. She watched with a mixture of guilt and fulfillment as his body pressed up from the mattress in alarm.

"I'm still here." She told him softly laying her hand on his calf. He rolled onto his back and looked at her. "Ye of little faith." She laughed trying to sound like leaving had never even crossed her mind. He pulled her back down.

"Ye of little honesty." He laughed, tracing her shoulder with his finger. "If you weren't thinking about it, you wouldn't have gotten dressed."

"I wasn't really going to." She said softly. "I couldn't if I wanted to."

"Why is that?" He teased leaning his lips over hers.

"You hid the money Nigel gave us." She teased arching her body up to his mouth.

"Apparently I needed to." He said with fake irritation.

"Ye of little trust." She muttered as he pushed his hand up her side, moving the fabric of her shirt along with it. He leaned forward and kissed her hip, slowly moving up her side.

"You're wearing too much clothing." He said firmly, popping open the button on her jeans. "I feel under dressed."

"You are." She squirmed out of her pants.

"Not for what we're going to do today." He told her kissing the edge of her panties.

"What's that?" She watched him smile at how her breath caught in her throat.

"Same thing we did yesterday." He told her moving his hand down her hip and hooking the lacy rim of her underwear and pulling them down. "Same thing we're going to do tomorrow."

"Don't you think we should be working on our case?" She protested all to weakly moving her hands across his bare chest. "This isn't a vacation, you know."

"We'll get to that eventually." He purred moving over her and dropping his lips to her neck. "This is probably the closest thing to a vacation I'm ever going to get you to go on."

Her chuckled turned into a gasp as he moved his lips down her shoulder to her breast. Her hand moved to the back of his head instinctively and she sighed. His face popped back up, grinning at her.

"But if you want to we could stop and-." She pressed her finger to his lips.

"Focus." She told him with all seriousness. His grin lifted to the corners of his eyes and he dropped his mouth back down to her skin.