Woody's POV

"I don't understand. How could she find us here? No one has seen us." Woody was tossing his things into a back pack as he carried on. "No one would ever randomly pick here. No one knows we're here. Nigel's guy's brought us everything. We haven't left the room." It was then he noticed how Jordan was looking at him. He stopped packing and stood up straight, glaring at her."What did you do?"

"I got ice." She whispered.

"You what?" He closed his eyes before flashing them up to her.

"I got ice! I didn't stand on stage and announce my presence. I just got ice." She bit her lip. "I'm sorry."

"So am I." He told her looking out the window again. He could see Lu Simmons at the motel office."I.. you have to get out of here, now."

"What? Me? What about-?" Her alarmed questions were broken off by the loud knocking of the connecting door. Woody tossed it open revealing Nigel's guy. He handed him the back pack. "As soon as I'm gone, get her out of here." The man nodded at him.

"Woody?" He grabbed her and kissed her hard.

"I have to stay. If they find me here you'll have time to get out." He explained. "I can convince them you're already gone."

"I'm not leaving with out-." He kissed her again.

"Remember where home is?" She nodded athis breathy whisper wordlessly. "Wait for me there."

"I-."

"Hit me." He ordered.

"What?" She was horrified.

"You have to hit me. Hard." He told her.

"Woody, I'm not going to-." She was crying now.

"Jordan don't argue just do it! Punch me." He wiped her tears with his thumb, looking at the other man.

"Woody." She pleaded.

"Jordan, hit me!" He grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing the seriousness of his statement into her eyes.

She closed her eyes and swung hard at his face. She cried out as he stumbled back into the wall, before regaining his composure.

"Good girl." He kissed her wincing in pain as he pulled away."I love you."

Shoving her towards Nigel's guy he locked the connecting door behind them, wiping his prints off with his shirt.

He looked at the closed door again before slumping to the ground and trying to look unconscious.

Jordan's POV

Jordan's fist stung as Nigel's guy pulled her into the small closet on the other side of the room and clamped his hand over her mouth until she'd stopped crying.

"Stay here." He hissed in his heavy British accent as he closed the closet doors and walked towards the window. They heard the police yell for the door to be opened next store. They heard them bust it down. They heard Lu Simmons scream for an ambulance. Jordan shook in the closet, reminding herself he was fine. It was an act, an act to protect her.

"She's not here Detective. Her clothes are here but she's gone."

"Lu?" Woody's weak voice came under the door.

"Oh Thank God."

"She's gone? Oh God, she knocked me out and ran. She's long gone." Jordan bit her lip. "Damn it. Why didn't I cuff her? Why didn't I call for back up?"

"It's all right Honey. You meant well Woody." Simmons soothed. "She did this to you?"

Jordan rubbed her knuckles feeling the hot tears on her cheeks.

"She's.. I thought I could reason with her..." Woody continued.

"I know it's all right." Jordan pressed her lips together as her body shook with sobs. She was alone now. He would go back to Boston, and the rest of the department wouldn't coddle him or believe his story like Lu. He would be questioned, arrested maybe, and she was going to be alone.

Do you remember where home is? The words, the promise, would ring in her ear for weeks to come. She'd wait for him, but she was sure he wasn't ever actually going to come.

A/N two short chapters but very important turning points. I love that you all are upset that the morgue gang thinks she's guilty. There will be more flashbacks to help you understand why. Anyway.. this is the last we see of Jordan for a while. So i hoped you enjoyed her!