A/N: I finished this while I was supposed to study for my English exam. Looks like I'm only able to write when I should be doing other things ;)

I'm the queen of short chapters which take forever (for me) to write!

Chapter 5 – I Can't Do This

Frustrated. He was frustrated as hell. But most of all he was hurt. Hurt that she just left. Hurt that she didn't even leave a note. One moment she made him as happy as he could possibly be. The next she made him feel so lost he didn't know what to do. He had been incredibly patient with her for so long, letting her twist him around her finger, not able to tell her no. Now the patience was starting to run out.

Faith. Trust. Two words that meant so much to him. They obviously didn't to Jordan. Was she really calling quits before they even got started? Did she remember at all what she'd told him last night?

At first he came up with loads of reasons why she wasn't there, but in the end he didn't care. He just wanted to find her and give her a piece of his mind.

What is her excuse this time?

He spotted her immediately as he walked into the morgue. She was standing by the elevators, looking absorbed in her own thoughts.

"Jordan!" He called out angrily, making her jump. Before she could even open her mouth, he practically started yelling at her. "I don't want to know! I don't want to hear your excuses, I just want to know what's wrong with you and why you left like that!"

"Not here," she said and pushed him back into the elevator. Checking that no one was watching, she stepped in herself and let the doors close. As they started to move down the floors, she pressed the stop button.

"What are you doing?" Woody said, regaining balance after the sudden halt. "Will you please tell me what the hell is going on with you?"

Nigel, who had both seen and heard them argue, merely shrugged at it all, but when people began complaining that one of the elevators wasn't working, he picked up his coffee from Emmy's desk and hurried away.

"Hey, Nigel, what's the rush?" Lily called to him from the break room. She'd been having lunch with Bug

"Guys, you've gotta see this!"

They followed him into the forensic laboratory, where Nigel quickly started working on one of the computers.

"What is it we're supposed to see?" Lily asked.

"Our dear Jordan and Woodrow are having a fight in the elevator. And it's so bad they pressed the stop button. What they don't know is that I have placed my camera in there. Invisible for them, but we have a front row view to see what's going on."

"And why would we want to see that?" Bug said, not humoured.

"Let's just say, Buggles, that a lot can happen in elevators." Nigel answered playfully, having a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A couple of clicks later, a clear image of the inside of the elevator appeared on the screen. Nigel mentally applauded himself for deciding to put his camera there, when he could have chosen the other elevator.

"Is it possible to get the sound, or will we have to read their lips?" Lily said. Right now all they could get was that Woody was pretty angry. He was waving with his arms at Jordan, who was just standing there, waiting for him to finish.

"Is the pope catholic?" Nigel joked.

"We don't need the sound, look, Woody just said ''Nigel is a big pervert''." Bug's witty remark was rewarded with Lily slapping him on the arm.

Nigel shot him a look. "Oh, you know you want to know what's going on between them just as much as we do," he grinned, before focusing on the computer again. Now Jordan was trying to get a word in, but Woody kept talking or yelling to her.

The sound of the door being pushed open startled all three of them. Nigel made the screen go black before turning around to face Kathy. "Hi there, Kathiawari, what can we do for you?"

Kathy smiled to Bug and Lily, who pretended they were there for a reason. "You got those tox-results?"

"I left papers in my office, you can find them there," Nigel replied.

As soon as she had left, Nigel turned the screen back on.

"That woman and her timing," Lily muttered, shaking her head. She hoped the guys hadn't heard her. It wasn't her place to tell what had happened in the bathroom. Maybe Kathy had realized what had been going on, but, in that case, she hadn't said a word about it to anyone.

"Lady and gentleman, we have sound!" Nigel proudly exclaimed. "All we need now is some popcorn," he winched and took a sip of coffee.

"I thought we were moving somewhere, that we were finally past all the dancing around each other," Woody's voice appeared clearly out of the speakers. "But again you…"

Jordan's voice broke him angrily off. "Will you for once just listen to me! Do you want to know? Do you want to know what's going on with me?"

He fell silent. From what Nigel could tell, Woody was now strongly debating whether he actually dared to answer that question or not. You never knew with Jordan. It could be good news, it could be bad. Very often both. "Yes," he finally said. With hesitating steps he walked closer to her. "Yes, I want to know."

"I'm pregnant."

To prevent choking on his own coffee, Nigel had to bend forward and spit it all out. The quick movement made him lose control over the cup, tilting it over to the side, letting the fluid run all over the keyboard. It made a buzzing sound before the screen went completely black.

Woody backed as far away from her as he could. "You're… you're what now?" He wanted to pinch himself in the arm to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but hitting his head in the wall seemed to be enough.

"I'm pregnant."

He stroked the back of his head, trying to let it sink in. There was no way he'd seen this coming. When she had pushed him into the elevator he'd expected either some lame excuse about having to come in early or that someone was after her and she needed his help. Again. "You're kidding…"

Jordan pulled the positive pregnancy test out of her pocket and threw it to him. "Here, check for yourself. Congratulations, Woody, you're going to be a dad."

All of a sudden he had problems breathing. "What-what're-what? How do you know I'm…how did it…? But we…I-I didn't…?"

"I kind of turned a cold shoulder to Pollack after he wrote that article about you, and I had my last period after that. That's how I know you're the father and not him. How it happened is pretty obvious. And no, you didn't." Jordan said, answering all his questions. She let herself sink to the floor. "When I woke up this morning I was so happy to find you next to me. I swear to you Woody, I have no regrets, I'm sticking to my promise."

So she does remember, Woody thought.

"After watching you sleep for a while I got up to take a shower. And I threw up. I've never been sick like that before, not once. But lately I've been feeling really nauseous, and it always happens in the morning. So I put two and two together. I ran to the drugstore, bought the test and, well, you know the rest." She didn't want to mention the false negative from the day before. It wasn't important anymore. "I understand that it's going to take some time for you to get used to the idea, and if you want me to, I'll leave you alone while you make a decision." Just let it be the right one. When he didn't answer, she walked over to the buttons and made the elevator move again. A few seconds later they reached their floor. The doors opened and Jordan walked out. She turned around to face Woody, who was still standing speechless. "But you should know that I can't do this. I can't do this alone. For once in my life I'm going to need someone with me all the steps of the way. And I want that someone to be you." The doors closed, separating them.

For the first time in many weeks, Jordan allowed herself to cry.