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

A/N: Once again I have to thank WIWJ for helping me write this. It's turned out to be a lot of fun writing it.

Making Amends

Chapter 7 – How Can I Ever Trust You Again

Woody listened to the lock click on the other side of the door. He and Jordan were all alone in a small room. She could easily kill him and probably get away with it. That wasn't what scared him, however. It was what she was about to tell him.

He could live without knowing what his actions had done to her. Well, he could live without hearing it. He knew what he'd done. He'd confirmed her worst fears. He'd mixed the concrete and helped her add a few layers to the wall.

"Garret this is not funny!" She screamed banging her fists hard against the door. "You can't keep us in here!"

She lifted her foot off of the floor to kick it when Woody grabbed her around the waist from behind.

"Jordan Stop. You're going to hurt yourself," he whispered soothingly, moving her across the room before letting her go. She accepted defeat and sat down with her head in her hands. Her chestnut curls fell around her face like a curtain as tears descended down her scarlet cheeks. He watched her in the silence of the room.

"Why do we always end up here?" she asked softly.

Woody gave a small, sad smile in return and sat down across from her.

"Did you mean that?" He still hadn't recovered from her hallway admission.

"Do you really believe you would have been my rebound from Pollack?" she asked, lifting her gaze.

"He had a ring Jordan. He had a key to your apartment." His tone reminded her she wasn't the only one who had been hurt. She'd seen his face when she was with Pollack. She'd seen the look of angst that had crossed his features when he walked in on her and JD kissing.

"Yeah, yeah and open access to my bed... I heard you."

"What the hell was I supposed to think?" He shook his head and looked down at the table, feeling the anger rise in him. "After everything we went through? What in the hell should I have thought?"

She watched him take short breaths in an attempt to calm down. It wasn't him and it scared her.

"What happened to you?" Her voice came out in a hoarse sad whisper, there was no accusation in her tone.

"What are you talking about?" He tried to sigh, but she caught it for what it was an attempt to calmly exhale.

"The Wisconsin farm boy, I met at the bank 5 years ago wouldn't have tossed me aside like trash, for Lu Simmons."

"Jordan I didn't toss you-." His breathing quickened again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I haven't changed. Not really." He moved his eyes back to hers. "Even if I have, you didn't want me back then."

"What do you mean I didn't want you?" Her lips parted in amazement. He thought she hadn't..?

"Oh Woody let's be friends. Let's put up the wall…let me answer the phone instead of kissing you…" he mocked irately. She frowned.

"I was afraid. I thought I didn't deserve to be treated the way you treated me. I thought I didn't deserve you."

"Oh come on Jordan." He bobbed his head back to the ceiling. "I am so tired of 'it's not you, it's me.' "

"I was terrified, Woody!" She shot at him, he met her eyes again and she softened her voice. "It didn't mean I didn't want you. I've always wanted you. You stopped wanting me."

"What did you want me to do Jordan? Follow you around like a lost puppy forever?" His tone was tired, like he'd thought about this over and over, wishing for a different outcome. "Your words were pretty clear Jordan. I couldn't ignore them. No matter what my heart felt you wanted. I couldn't ignore what you were saying."

"So you jump to the first person who shows any interest," she stated this like he should know what she was talking about.

"What person? Sam again? It was just a stupid-."

"Devan…"

"Devan?" He scrunched his eyes up at that. "That's what you think? I…"

"Um. It was pretty clear Woody."

"She was my friend, Jordan." He watched her smirk in disbelief. "You really think I would just suddenly get involved with someone-." She looked up at him then and he caught himself. It was exactly what he had done, and she was under the impression that he'd done it twice. "I was attracted to her but.. I loved you too much. She loved you too much."

"What?" Jordan asked in confusion.

"Devan really respected you, she would have never dated me. We were friends."

Jordan looked down at her hands in shame. She had been jealous of Devan for nothing?

"What are we doing Woody?" She raised her hand to her face, he ran his fingertips over the one still stretched out across the table.

"Fighting like always…" He told her softly.

"Why didn't you just come into my apartment?" she muttered so quietly he almost missed it.

"For the same reason you wouldn't take the ring. I was scared," he admitted ducking his eyes down to hers.

"Of what?" Jordan shook her head.

"Of you." He told her softly laying his hand over hers now. "Rejection. Finally getting what I'd dreamt about for four and a half years." He gave her another sad smile. "My life isn't exactly full of happy endings either."

"Why Lu?" He watched the look of confusion in her teary eyes, feeling like a jerk.

"She didn't play with my head and she needed me."

"I need you Woody." She whispered. "You know I do, at least I did." She pulled her hand back from him slowly. "Before all this."

"Can't we just start over?" He pleaded hopefully. Woody stood up and moved slowly around the table.

"I don't want to go back there. You hurt me. I trusted you and you-."

"I promise you," he started as he sat on the table in front of her, "no more hurting each other."

"I can't trust you anymore," she told him softly. "You were the good guy. I let myself fall in love with you and you hurt me."

Woody let the hurt from Jordan's words sink in before responding. He found himself nodding at the truth within them as he brushed at the tears filling his eyes.

"Jordan please don't walk away from me," he whispered lifting her chin to look into her eyes. "All I have is you. You're all that matters to me."

"You walked away from me." She sniffed.

"Jo.. you've walked away from me-."

"I thought I was pregnant." She waited for her admission to register. "I was going to tell you that night. I wanted you to be there when I took the test." She felt the hand on her chin start to shake slightly.

"It was obviously negative." She assured him. "I thought maybe you'd want to know."

Woody's hand fell away from her face. He stared at her, blinking slowly for a few minutes.

"A baby," he breathed out the word. How many times had he dreamt about them having a-.and it took him several seconds to regain his composure. He could have had a-. Wait. "How do you know it wasn't Pollack's?" He spat out Pollack's name, making it obvious his dislike for the Aussie.

"Trust me Pollack couldn't have kids," she said. She didn't feel comfortable telling Woody why. Pollack had entrusted her with the information. Even though Woody would probably understand, she didn't feel right explaining it.

Woody waited patiently for her to continue and when she didn't say another word he dropped his head and allowed all this information to sink in. He'd left her, alone and scared and possibly pregnant with their child.

"If I could go back in time, I would go into your apartment with you." She knew it was the truth. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to know that you came in for me. I wanted to know that I was enough." Her voice broke and Woody's heart dropped in his chest. "I guess I wasn't."

"No. You're more than enough. You're everything." He slipped off of the table and onto his knees in front of her. "I love you Jordan, please trust me on that."

"How? How can I ever trust you again? I don't even know who you are any more." Her words were sharp and cold.

She hadn't meant for them to be so accusing, or maybe she had. She didn't know what to think anymore. She had promised herself she'd get over Woody and here she was spilling her heart to him, wanting nothing more than to slip out of the chair and into his arms.

Woody gathered her hands in his; tears glistening in his ocean blue eyes. "Marry me Jordan. I swear to god I'll never hurt you again."