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

A/N: Nothing is more therapeutic, then writing this story. In fact, if they did this on the show, I would love the writer's forever. I am very mad about this whole Woody situation. This story has been very helpful in expressing said anger. Yes Woody suffers. Yes I'm enjoying every minute of it. I hope you will too, happy reading.

Making Amends

Chapter 2 – Just Leave

Jordan sat at her desk trying to focus on her paperwork but the only thing that she could focus on was the fact that Woody had chosen Lu over her. She had tossed Pollack aside to be with him and he had rejected her for the little blonde detective. She should have seen this coming.

"Jordan," Woody said from the doorway. She looked up at him, a look of betrayal evident in her eyes. "Can we talk?"

"No," she uttered coldly, before dropping her gaze back to the file.

"Jordan I'm sorry. Can I please explain?"

"No," she said harsher this time.

"Jo, I didn't mean to hurt you, please just hear me out."

"No, screw your pity and get out, now," she said, in the same tone he had said those words in, in the hospital.

He felt his own eyes burn with tears as he stood his ground.

"I said get out," she said with the harshest tone she could muster.

"Please Jordan, if you would let me explain."

"What's the point? I got your message loud and clear. I'm not worth it. I get it. Now LEAVE."

Woody walked towards her and touched her face with his hand. "Jordan please," he begged with desperation.

She lifted her arm and slapped his hand away from her. "Don't touch me, leave me alone or I'll charge you for harrassment," she threatened.

He backed away slightly and stared at her tiny form, hunched over her desk. He watched her shoulders fall and her body shake, as she started to sob uncontrollably. She stood up to run out of the room and he tried to block her path. "Please Jordan, just hear what I have to say."

He didn't see it coming until her fist made contact with his face. His nose throbbed and blood trickled down his cheek. She ran past him then and straight for the bathroom. Lily and Garret witnessed it and came forward. "Leave Woody, now," Garret muttered coldly.

Woody turned to look at him, tears now flowing down his cheeks, blood pouring from his nose and a look of fear and hurt evident in his eyes.

Nigel watched from the door of trace and felt kind of sorry for Woody as he saw the pathetic display.

Woody admitted defeat and slowly made his way to the elevator. Once the doors slid open he climbed in and sunk against the far wall as he cried as hard as Jordan was crying locked in the washroom.

When the elevator finished it's descent the doors opened again to reveal Seely waiting for it. "Hoyt what the hell happened to you?" he asked as he walked inside. "I told you not to come here," he said, as he extended his hand to help Woody up.

"I hurt her," Woody whispered softly.

"Well duh, what did you think, she wouldn't care that you bedded the new girl?"

"I didn't mean to hurt her."

"What the hell did you think would happen Hoyt?"

Woody backed away from him and started towards the doorway. "Maybe you should take some time off and let everyone just cool off," Seely offered but Woody had already gone through the doors.

Woody went back to the precinct and went to the washroom to wash the blood off of his face. The cold water burned as the blood was washed away and flowed down the drain. As he stood back up to look in the mirror he saw Nigel behind him.

"Meet me at the old Pogue at 7:00," Nigel whispered. "If anyone finds out I'm helping you, I'm dead."

"Nige, I didn't mean to hurt her," Woody whispered softly.

"I know Mate, but you did and you hurt her bad."

Nigel then turned and left Woody alone standing in bathroom. Woody splashed some more water on his face and then went back out to his desk to pass the time until he met Nigel.