A/N: Wow, this chapter seemed so much longer when I wrote it by hand! But when I got home from the cabin and it turned out to only be two pages on Word ;) Anyway, here's chapter six!

Again, I don't own anything! WishI did sometimes, but I don't. Well, I sort of own Kathy, as I made her up.

Chapter 6 – Let's Be Us Again

There is one word that perfectly describes how things were in the forensic lab at this moment: chaotic. When you get news you weren't expecting at all, it takes a while before you're able to digest it. Stage one is wondering if you heard correctly. Stage two is where the anger, confusion, joy, sadness, denial, laughing or widening of eyes comes in. Stage three is when you simply deal with it. Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's not. Sometimes you have no choice but to accept it.

As Nigel was soon about to realize, having something to drink by a computer while listening to other's conversations is not a very good idea. Especially if it's a conversation similar to Jordan and Woody's. Shortly after the coffee incident, while Nigel was still coughing, Bug backed right into one of the closest desks, tearing down the shelf, causing test-tubes and other breakable objects to either smash against the floor or spill their contents all over the place.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no…" Nigel said as soon as he could breathe properly again. He tried desperately to make the image appear again without getting electrocuted, but there was no use. The computer was dead. If he had more time, he'd be able to fix it, but right now there were more urgent matters to attend to than a short circuit. At least if his ears hadn't played a trick on him.

"Can you fix it?" Bug asked, surprisingly enough not caring about the mess he had made.

Nigel didn't answer. He got up from his seat and went to one of the other computers, starting to play with the keyboard.

"What are you doing?" Lily said. Her reaction to Jordan's confession had been a very loud "Oh my God!" followed by a shriek as one of the sparks hit her on the arm.

"I can connect to my webcam on whatever computer I want," he replied, concentrating hard, "and I really want to hear dear Woodrow's answer to this." He continued clicking on the keyboard, faster and faster.

"What did she tell him for anyway?" Bug wondered. He had now realized what he'd done, and tried to clean up the best he could. "I mean, that reporter guy is the father, right?"

Or is he? Lily thought to herself. When she had asked Jordan who the father was, she didn't give her a straight answer. Had something happened between her and Woody? My God, is Woody the one she's pregnant with?

"Lily, are you okay?" Bug said, noticing her sudden mental absence. He laid an insecure hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a lot to swallow." The line sounded a bit weird, even to her. After all, Jordan was the one having a baby, not them.

"Jordan pregnant…it's not exactly…," Bug began, but what it exactly wasn't he never got to say, as he was interrupted by an irritated sound coming from Nigel.

He turned around, making the screen visible to them. There was no one in the elevator.

"Where did they go?" As soon as Lily had spoken the words, a loud "Watch it!" from the outside caught their attention. Opening the door, they could see Jordan helping Kathy pick up a bunch of paper sheets from the floor. She looked like she'd just been crying. Kathy had a mildly annoyed, yet mildly amused, expression on her face.

"I am so sorry," Jordan apologized, giving her the last sheets. "I didn't see you there."

That didn't appear to be a big surprise to Kathy. During the two weeks she had worked here, she'd figured out it took a while before you were viewed upon by the rest of the staff as one of their own. That Sydney-guy, Dr. Trumaine, kept calling her "new girl", Dr Townsend always referred to her with her full first name and Dr. Cavanaugh, well, Jordan never called her anything, really. Still, she believed this was a place she'd eventually enjoy working at. "That's okay." The girls looked at each other briefly, before going separate directions.

But before Kathy managed to walk around the next corner, another person ran directly into her. This one she recognized as Detective Hoyt.

"I'm so sorry, Kathy," he said, helping her to her feet. "You didn't happen to see Jordan, did you?"

"I think she's in her office," she answered, rubbing the spot on her forehead where his badge had hit her. "Thanks for the help!" She shouted after him as he ran down the hall.

"Sorry!" He called back.

Fed up by everything, she started picking up the paper sheets once again. "Man, what's wrong with this place!"

He caught up with her just as she was about to open the door to her office. "Jordan!"

The sound of his voice made her jump. When she had left him in the elevator, she'd expected him to do what she would have done – gone running. For some reason she was ready to try and deal with the fact that he might never want to see her again, that he'd leave her, just like everyone else. But here he was, standing right in front of her, panting like he had finished a 10 mile marathon or something. Right now Woody was in charge of their future, together or apart. But no matter what happened between them, they would still have a child together.

"Hi," she said, removing her hand from the handle.

He took a few steps towards her. "Listen, I'm sorry for losing my head like that. I'm not exactly proud of it."

"Guess I can't blame you," Jordan said, crossing her arms. "It was a bit of a shock to me too. Woody, I…"

"Jordan, stop. I know what you're about to say. You're about to say that I don't have to be a part of this, that you don't expect me to be there for you - that you'll understand if I don't want to be in your or our baby's life." Jordan had to fight back the tears as he moved closer to her and took her hands in his. "But I'm not going to let you say that, because I want all those things. Believe me, I'm not saying this because it's the right thing to do, I'm saying this because I want to be with you every step of the way. I want to be a part of our son or daughter's life, and that includes yours. There's absolutely no way I'm going to let you face this alone. And if you suddenly decide you don't want me to be that person anymore, you're in a jam, 'cause you're not getting rid me. Not now, not ever," Woody grinned his heart-melting smile, showing both dimples. "So do you, Jordan? Do you want me in your life?"

He was reaching out for her. All she had to do was open her heart to him and let him come in, something very few people had experienced. But, oh, she wanted to. "Yes. Yes, Woody, I can't even imagine my life without you in it. I just hope you know what you're getting into." She said, kissing his hand. He responded by pulling her into a hug. They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity. When Jordan finally spoke, her voice was light and relieved. "How did you reach me that fast? I thought the elevator went down to first floor."

He kissed her hair. "I got out on fifth, I ran up the stairs."

"You ran up four floors?" She chuckled.

"I couldn't let you think this was something I had to consider real hard, could I?" He released her from the hug, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Let's be us again, huh?"

"Let's be more than that," she grinned, pulling him down for a kiss.

Just around the corner, Lily, Nigel and a reluctant Bug had discretely been listening to the two. When they stopped talking, Lily bent forward to see what was going on. She turned towards the boys with a smile on her face.

"What are they doing?" Nigel asked.

"See for yourself," Lily pointed before walking back to the break room, still smiling.

When they saw that Jordan and Woody had not only made up, but were now also kissing each other deeply, they both exclaimed "Finally!" Then Bug dragged Nigel away from the scene, leaving the two lovers alone.

Yes, the road to acceptance can be a tricky one, unless the news you received gave you everything you've ever wanted. Merely by existing, Jordan and Woody were each other's greatest weakness.

It sure took us some time to realize we're strongest together, Woody thought, continuing to kiss the woman he loved thoroughly. And when she responded with just as much love and passion, he considered himself the luckiest man on the planet. For now.