A/N: I spent forever on this chapter because I wanted it to be believeable. But in the end I gave up and simply wrote it!

I want to thank you all again for reviewing! It's the best motivation.

Chapter 4 – All I Want Is You

"I've got to say, Jordan, I didn't expect to see you here," he said after closing the door.

"Me neither," Jordan smiled, wanting to pretend she hadn't noticed that his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, but her eyes didn't listen. The sight of his bare chest made her mouth go dry and her heart skip a few beats, before speeding up again. Just thinking about him like this sent warm chills down to her abdomen. She mentally gave herself a real good punch, trying to get her mind back on track. "Listen, I, uh, I need to talk to you."

Woody didn't even bother guessing. It was late, he was tired and the last thing he wanted right now was to be dragged into something idiotic and dangerous, only because he cared so much about this woman he'd do pretty much anything for her. "What's up, Jor?"

"We can't go on like this, Woody. Ever since you declined when I asked you if you wanted to come in that night, things have been tense and weird and… even more complicated. And I hate it. I knew… I knew sex would screw things up between us. But you know what the worst part is? You're making it seem like all of this is my fault only…" She stopped, awaiting his reaction. When she didn't get one, she continued. "I was ready to let you in. You wanted out".

Woody took a deep breath. This was not what he had expected. "You're the one who said that it was too soon."

"You're the one who put those words in my mouth! And I didn't think you'd go ahead and be comforted by Detective Simmons!"

"Did it ever occur to you that sometimes it feels good knowing I'm needed by someone?"

"It never occurred to me that you would start dating someone else only because you didn't want to be my rebound guy!"

"Talk about being a hypocrite!" His voice had raised several decibels.

Jordan gave him a puzzled look. "What makes me a hypocrite? If it's the stuff with Pollack…"

He didn't let her finish. "I saw you with him."

"Him who?" This was the second time today she'd used that phrase.

"You know damn well who I'm talking about."

"I honestly don't, so it would help if you'd just…"

He broke her off again. "Danny McCoy!"

Danny? What does he have to do with all of this? Jordan frowned, expecting him to explain further, but he obviously expected the same thing from her. The silence mercilessly spread across the room, making the distance between them even larger. Hurt and anger were thrown into one big mix, as they literally tried to stare each other down. She wanted answers, he wanted the truth. Just like before.

"I saw you on a date with him," Woody suddenly said. His voice was calmer now, but ready to rise at any moment.

"A date? Yes, I had dinner with him two weeks ago, but I would hardly call it a date. He was in town, he wanted to meet up."

Woody raised an eyebrow. "Really? So the two of you didn't decide to have a quickie for old time's sake? I bet Vegas-boy struggled to keep his hands of you." He sounded so jealous it was almost cute, but he had hit a nerve.

"That's what you think? You think all I want is some cheap meaningless sex with every man I meet? I've been there, and I've done that, but I'm a different person now. I've changed, Woody."

"So have I."

She recalled their conversation out in the desert three years ago where they shared their first kiss. She had claimed she'd never be able to reinvent herself. Woody told her it was all about changing your basic situation. People do it all the time. Running away was something she'd done plenty of times, but you can never escape your past. All you can do is try and make the future better.

"Well, obviously you're trying to out-whore me or something," she said, giving a slight chuckle, but remained serious. "But I guess it's a tie. Jay, Danny and Pollack on my part. You with Devan, Sam and Lu. All the time we've know each other, these people are the ones who have woken up the green beasts inside of us."

"I'm not seeing Lu."

"I'm not seeing Danny."

They remained silent for a while again, but this time it wasn't unbearable. There had been lots of truths in Jordan's words, and Woody almost had to hide a grin when she had admitted being jealous at someone he'd been dating. Jordan plumped down on the couch behind her. This whole thing hadn't exactly gone as planned. She didn't mean for them to fight or argue. Not anymore. Not when they finally had moved past all that. It was time to come clean.

"You know, you and Pollack had your differences, but you did agree on one thing: I know what I want."

"And what's that?" He suddenly looked exhausted, like he was sick and tired of waiting, tired of how she kept playing with his mind without meaning to. And she couldn't blame him. If she'd just been brave enough before, if she'd spoken up before, maybe… Maybe. Maybe they would have decided to start that ''thing'', maybe they would have decided to stay friends or maybe he would have pushed her away again. Just like before. "What is it you want, Jordan?"

"I want you." The words flew out of her mouth before she could do anything to stop them. But for once, she was truly speaking with her heart. Right now she didn't care about his reaction, she only wanted him to know for once exactly what was on her mind.

"What did you say?" Woody looked at her astonished, like he wasn't sure he could rely on his own ears. "You want…?"

"You. I want you, Woodrow Wilson Hoyt." Jordan got up and moved closer to him, her brown eyes staring into his blue ones. She had to fight the tears when she remembered Laura's words from all those weeks ago. I figured out how to know when you're really loved. It's when you see yourself reflected, really reflected in the other person's eyes. When you know it's the same for them. Looking into Woody's eyes, it all made perfect sense to her. She knew. "It took me a while to realize it, but it's true. All I want is you".

He kissed her then, not allowing her to break away, and, as she clung to him, she didn't want to. This was exactly what she needed. Someone to hold her tighter.

The beeping sound from the alarm clock practically made him jump out of his sleep. Out of habit he pressed the slumber button and rolled over to face the other side. It was empty. That's when he remembered. Jordan. Had it just been a dream? The right side of the bed was still warm, like someone had been lying there in his arms all night. No, it had been way better than a dream. She had been there with him every step of the way, as they took their relationship to a level he had never thought possible. Last night she had let him love her.

He remembered kissing her like there was no tomorrow, and her responding with equal passion. Then they were lost in their emotions. When he deepened the kiss even more and was rewarded with a moan, his world went spinning. And it kept spinning until she lay breathlessly in his arms, looking into his soul, whispering words of affection.

What had they really been so afraid of?

He could still smell her perfume, feel her touch and hear her words.

"I can't promise you that it will stay like this forever," she'd told him after another round of love-making and sensations. "But I can promise you that I'm done running."

He had bent down and kissed her thoroughly. "You have no idea what that means to me." And then they fell asleep.

Woody put on his boxers and walked out of the bedroom. At first he thought she was taking a shower, but the room was empty. So was the rest of the apartment.

This was what he had been afraid of. She was gone.

A/N: Don't you just love the cliffhangers?