Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Crossing Jordan.

A/N: This story is my therapy for the whole W/L situation. I will probably continue it but I can't promise it will be updated regularly due to my other stories which I'm trying to finish.

Making Amends

Chapter 1 – You're An Ass

Framus and Santana sat at their desks, glaring at Woody. "What?" he finally shouted at them.

"You're an ass," Santana muttered before looking back down at her paperwork.

"Why is that?"

They ignored his question and continued working. Seely sat down at his desk and looked at Woody's confused expression.

"You might want to ignore the morgue for a while," he suggested softly.

"Why is that?" he asked shifting his attention to Seely.

"If you value your life, you'll avoid the morgue. You know, they know how to commit the perfect murder.

"What is everyone so mad about?"

"Well it most certainly couldn't have anything to do with your new friend," Seely stated sarcastically.

"My relationship with Detective Simmons is my business."

"Well they made it their business. I'm telling you this for your own good," Seely said with a smirk.

"Woody Hoyt," Lily's voice echoed through the precinct.

"Yes Lily," he said softly, avoiding her gaze.

"What the hell Woody? What the hell?" she said with anger. The loudness of her voice, gathering everyone's attention.

"Can I help you Lily?"

Her eyes closed into little slits and she spat out venomously, "You made her cry."

"Who?"

"Who do you think Hoyt? You're the detective," Santana retorted.

"What happened between Jordan and myself is no one else's business."

"Well I'm making it my business," Lily changed her tone to a threatening whisper.

"Lily could we perhaps talk about this somewhere else?"

"Why Woody? Are you embarrassed that you abandoned Jordan to sleep with your shrink?"

He frowned at her. He should have seen this one coming. "Lily don't pin this all on me."

"What part is Jordan's fault? Falling for an ass like you?"

"You don't understand."

"What's to understand?"

"Never mind."

"What I don't understand Woody, is that you had everyone fooled. How could nobody tell you were such an ass?"

He frowned again. "I have to get back to work."

Lily stood up and stormed out of the precinct.

Lu came forward after Lily left and sat down in the chair in front of Woody's desk. "Lu, where did you come from?"

"Hello Tallulah," Santana said bitterly. "Can we help you with anything?"

She ignored the coldness of Santana's tone and continued to stare at Woody. "We can't do this Hoyt."

"Do what?" he said softly, she could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

"I can't be a part of this."

"Of what?"

"This thing with you and Jordan."

"What thing? We don't have a thing. There's nothing between Jordan and I."

"You might want to try believing it before you say it," she said softly. "I won't do this. I don't want everyone to hate me. You're not worth it. Everyone's right, you're an ass." With that she stood up and left.

"You know I like her," Framus said softly.

Woody frowned at her and tried to focus on his paperwork. After a few minutes of getting nothing accomplished, he stood up from his desk and turned off his computer. "I'll be back later," he muttered to his colleagues. Then he started on his journey to the morgue, risking his life. It was time to talk with Jordan.