a/n sheee's baaaack... carpe diem-seize the day... something Woody did not do Sunday when Jordan was all vulnerable and all he could do was pat her shoulder with all the emotion of one of his robots.. but damn he can get mad at Lu can't he? Didn't he want to kill JD for manhandling her? What the he--is wrong with him.. did anyone else think he looked pointy? Best line ever... 'I think you'd do anything for her..' Ummmh.. Duhhhh.. anyway.. here it is.. I promise touching.

Jordan's POV

Every damn day she stood here.

Every damn day at sunset for a week she stood here. It had been two months now. Two damn months since Wayne Riggs had been found dead. Two damn months since Woody had shoved her through the doorway with his duffle bag in her hands and his blood on her knuckles.

His duffle bag. She'd worn his shirts for weeks, she still slept in them. They didn't smell like him anymore. Sometimes if she left them in the duffle bag long enough they would when she pulled them out. Just for a minute, she could close her eyes and feel like he was there.

She hadn't talked to anyone. Nigel's guy called, shouting commands at her in two word sentences. That's why she'd given him the slip. It was the plan. The plan to get home.

He might not even recognize her.

Her own father wouldn't even recognize her. She didn't care about her father or his recognition, but the idea of Woody Hoyt not recognizing her. Her hair was short and straight and red. She wore ball caps.. ball caps. She hated them. This one said Suck it it was her favorite.. but she hated it too.

Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the last day she came her. The last day she'd wait her hoping he'd come home to her. Probably not.

Max's POV.

He was watching her, the way she leaned into the railing, moving her head side to side in disagreement with her silent self. He was debating the best way to let her know he was here. He was so proud of her for ditching the guy following her, she wondered if Woody had hired him to look after her.

Woody. Funny that guy looks a lot like.. Oh My God.

Woody's POV.

It amazes him that he knows it's her right away. The way she moved her body the way she rubbed the back of her hand across her eyebrows, there was no doubt. Not one moment when he had sighed that someone else was standing in their spot. No moment when he thought she hadn't understood him after all, just a feeling of heat rushing through his body when he saw her.

She had her head in her hands, lifting it out to look at her watch before dropping back to her palms.

He'd nearly panicked three days ago when Nigel had called him at the airport to say she'd given his guy the slip.She's being followed and this British Millitary Mastermind looses track of her?

Until he had muttered something about her being crazy to come back here. Crazy to come home.

three days ago three days ago three days ago three days ago

"Wait what?" Woody stopped in his tracks at the word home.

"She said she was coming back to Boston Woodrow." Nigel muttered absently.

"How.. What exactly did she say?" He held his breath, this was it.

He heard Nigel pause.

"The note said: Tell him I'm going home." Townsend'svoice told himthat he had han't thoughtWoodywas the him until that moment

"Okay." Woody couldn't contain the smile in his voice.

"Okay?" Nigel's confusion was palpable. "She's.. it's...?"

"Yeah it's okay. Nige.. Thank you." He swallowed hard. "Tell everyone I said thank you. We know they tried. Tell Lily Bradau's all wrong for her and that Seely still has a thing for her. Tell him to get off his ass and stop her from making a mistake. Tell Chris and Peter not to waste it. Tell Garret I'll take care of her. Tell Bug I'm so so sorry.. and Nige.. You've been a good friend to her.. The best..."

"I'll keep trying." The Britt croaked out.

"I know." Woody said softly. "I've got to go, I've got someone waiting at home."

now now now now now now now now now now now now now now.

Home.. home's right behind you, Woody.. no.. I mean right behind you..

He stood behind her now.

She was lost in thought when he saw her stiffen. Sensing that she was being watched, that someone was too close, she stood up and started to turn around. He leaned his body into hers.

"Honey I'm home." He whispered trying to keep the tears out of his voice. She spun into his chest and wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Hey You."

"You knew it was me." She whispered.

"You thought I wouldn't know you?"

"I.. I look... "

"Hot."

"Different."

"It'll be like having an-."

"Don't you dare say that Woody Hoyt." She warned huffing the words out over her relieved sobs.

"It's John now you know."

"Yeah I know your drivers license is in my wallet.. John Adams Wilson.. Nige is cute isn't he?"

"He is, Mrs. Wilson."

"You should call me Amy.." She teased. "I am you're wife you know."

"I missed you so-" She stopped his declaration with a kiss and then wrapped her arms back around his neck tightly..

"Welcome home." He could feel her lips brush against his ear when she whispered.

"It's good to be home."