A/N: Thank you all for reviewing!

Looks like I forgot the disclaimer! Well, I'm sorry to say I don't own Crossing Jordan. I'm actually gladI don't - to much responsibility - but I'd love to be scriptwriter for a day! I sort of own the non-CJ-characters in this story, but that doesn't mean I'll sue you or anything if you borrow them ;)

It's probably going to be a while before thenext update, I'll be away most of the weekend.

Ok, enough talk!

Chapter 2: Ready Or Not

"You…you what?" Lily stumbled, thinking her ears had played a trick on her.

"I think I'm pregnant" Jordan said again.

"Wow, are you sure, I mean…" she sat down, letting it sink in. Whatever she had expected when she went to talk with her friend, it had not been this. "Does, eh, does Pollack know? I'm guessing he's the father."

Pollack? Jordan stared at her, before remembering that as far as her friends were concerned, J.D had been the last man she had been sharing her bed with. Making a rash decision, she considered it best to stay that way.

"No, "she whispered. "You're the only one I've told."

"Are you late?" Lily said, and Jordan nodded.

"And I've been throwing up like crazy."

They sat in quiet for a while, both wondering how to deal with the situation.

"I think there's only one thing to do," Lily finally said. Jordan gave her a puzzled look. "You need to take a pregnancy test."

An hour later the girls met inside the morgue bathroom. Lily had offered to go to the drug store and buy a test, so that no one would expect anything. After making sure there was no one else in the room, she handed Jordan the bag.

"How do you want to do this?"

"How? What do you mean how? Are there different ways?" Jordan asked incredulously, reading the description on the box.

"Well, you have to, you know…urinate…on it, but sometimes it's a problem…aiming," Lily blushed.

"You sound like you talk from experience," Jordan said, making Lily blush even more.

"I, eh, I thought I was pregnant once. Thanks to one of these I turned out to be wrong. But it doesn't matter right now. You can choose if you want to try and hit the stick, or if you want to use a cup or something."

"A cup? Yeah, that could be a good idea, just to be sure. I'll be right back." Jordan went out the door, making her way to the break room. From a distance, she was sure she'd heard someone call her name, but she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to pay attention.

There was a chance she was pregnant, a responsibility she absolutely wasn't ready for. She doubted she would even be able to take care of a goldfish without forgetting to feed it, much less a baby. She couldn't do this, not now, with everything.

"Jordan did you…" Nigel said as she walked hurriedly past him. The Brit had noticed a slight difference to Jordan's behaviour lately, but now she was acting plain weird. And no matter what Bug said, they could no longer just blame it on 'Jordan being Jordan'. Leaving what he had been working on, he decided to follow her.

As soon as she reached the break room, Jordan got up on one of the counters. Struggling to keep her balance, she searched for one of the bags from the Christmas party.

"I was sure I saw those plastic cups here somewhere," she muttered to herself, looking both on top of the cupboards and inside them. She grabbed one of the teacups to see if there was anything behind them when someone appeared behind her.

"Why don't you just take one of the regulars?" The voice caught her completely off guard, making her jump and loose all the foothold she had left. And before she knew it, she fell backwards, right into Woody's arms.

If he hadn't been so surprised, he probably would have been able to catch her, but now they both fell back onto the floor, hitting it with a big force and a loud crack, as the cup Jordan had been holding smashed into a thousand pieces.

"Love, is everything…" Nigel broke himself off as he saw the scene in front of him.

Jordan had turned around in mid-air and was now lying on top of Woody, who was moaning after the meeting between his back and the floor. The broken teacup had scattered all over the place, making it look like Jordan had thrown the cup at Woody before jumping on him. They stared at each other, her face inches from his. If the situation had been different, she would have considered kissing him, despite being afraid for how he'd react.

The expression on Nigel's face went from slightly surprised to amused. He grinned mischievously. "Oh, my".

"It's not what it looks like," Jordan said, suddenly aware of the crowd that had gathered outside the room.

"So you didn't decide to do something about that annoying sexual attraction between you two, and found the floor a bit too inviting? Please, go ahead, don't mind us," Nigel joked. Throwing the Brit a deadly look, Jordan got up on her feet, helping Woody do the same. He was momentarily speechless, and the look on his face was impossible to read. Surprised? Or just angry? Whatever it was, Jordan wasn't sure if she wanted to know.

"Come on, guys, nothing here to see," she told the crowd, trying to get them back to work. "It was just an accident." Nigel gave her another sheepishly look before joining the others. That should get the rumours started, she thought, avoiding eye contact with Woody. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"Yeah…" Woody answered absent-minded. He stepped away, without taking his eyes of her, and reached for something at the top of the fridge. "Just ask for some help next time. You could have hurt yourself," he said, handing her a plastic cup. "Look, Jordan…"

"I, I can't do this right now," she swallowed hard, still unable to look directly at him. Before Woody got the chance to say anything else, she ran out of the room, leaving him both confused and hurt behind.

"What took you so long?" Lily asked as soon as Jordan entered the ladies room again.

"You'll probably hear all about it later," Jordan sighed.

"Are you ready?" Lily handed her the box, her eyes glowing with sympathy.

Even the simplest questions can be the hardest to answer. When it came to making commitments, Jordan always told herself she wasn't ready for it, she'd end up getting hurt. But this was different. How could a baby possibly hurt her the same way a grown person could? She had always tried not being dependant on people, she couldn't imagine having someone depending that much on her. And would Woody fit into this? There was a chance the baby was his, and she was sure he'd want to be a part of its life. If she told him.

Jordan took a deep breath. "As ready as I'll ever be. Let's do this."

"Woody, could I, eh, ask you a question?" Bug said carefully, not taking his eyes of the body he was working on. He was the answering ME on the Pullum-case, and the two of them were just about to finish up.

The detective gave him a surprised look. It was a common fact that the two of them hadn't gotten that well along lately, and they had never been on best friend-terms. They worked well, but Bug's face told this was more of a personal problem.

"Sure."

"How did you...How did you manage to fall out of love with Jordan?"

The question hit Woody like a bolt of lightning. "Wha-what?"

Bug mentally kicked himself. What are you doing you idiot? Are you really that worked up about Lily? Truth is he was. No matter what he'd told her the other day, he was still madly in love with her, something he had been ever since they first got to know each other. But she was dating Jeffery Brandau, she didn't want him. She never has. He didn't want to mourn over her anymore, he wanted to move on and be happy, but for that to happen, he had to fall out of love with her. This hopeless devotion had to come to an end. "I'm sorry, I know it's none of my business, I just know that you had feelings for her, we all knew, but you've proved you don't care anymore and I… I wonder how you managed it." The room fell awfully silent, before Woody finally spoke.

"Why do you want to know?" He asked, still stunned.

"I'm in a situation, and, eh, it's a boring story really, but it would help if I knew how you fell out of love with Jordan." The awkwardness was unbearable, but Bug had said the line, he had to face the consequences. For a moment he was afraid Woody would punch him or something, but the detective blinked several times, looking completely lost.

"I never did." And with that he turned around and left the room.