You know the drill. I DO NOT OWN THEM! blah blah blah.

"What about my car?" She said, though she truly wasn't worried. Woody looked over at her. " I'll pick it up, first thing in the morning." He smiled. Truly and lovingly, he smiled at her. Jordan caught his smile. It was a warm, and soft one, and it could make any woman crumble. That was what she loved about him. They drove home in silence, though there was an air about them that seemed to make things warmer, and more sincere.

When they reached the apartment, Jordan opened her door, and tried to walk, but Woody was already there, grinning his smug little grin, and shaking his head no.

Jordan gazed up at him defiantly. "Woody you are not carrying me up to that apartment."

Woody chuckled a bit. "Oh, but I am."

Jordan tried to hop around him, but he caught her every time. "Either you'll let me walk, or we'll stay in your car all night." Woody held his gaze; He was NOT changing his mind. They came to a compromise. Jordan got to walk, if she used him as a brace, and that way, they walked up every flight of steps and down the hall to her apartment. Woody unlocked her door with the spare key he had. They stepped inside, flicking the light switch. Jordan headed to the couch, and laid down, hair streaming over the arm of the couch, with her ankle propped up. Woody was in the kitchen, pouring ice into a Ziploc bag. He soon emerged, the ice in his hands, walking over to Jordan. He placed the ice gently on her ankle, as she winced. He then walked back to her, closer to her how. He noticed the still pink handprint on her cheek for the first time.

"Holy shit!" He covered his mouth, then ran his finger down the side of her face gently.

"Woody, it's fine." She said, watching him the whole time. He kneeled down, and kissed he cheek softly, as if it would make it somehow better. Jordan yawned a bit.

"You tired?" His voice was full of sincerity.

"A little bit." She said, sitting up. They walked slowly together to the bedroom. She changed clothes, taking longer than usual, but she eventually got changed, then laid down in bed beside Woody, still yawning. She was more than a little tired. Woody wasn't the least bit tired, but he let her fall asleep, because she had a trying day. He still felt guilty for doing what he had, but her gently rising and falling chest drew his attention away for his guilt. He watched her sleep for the next few hours. It was an old hobby of his but he hadn't done it for a while. Ever since the day he had told her to leave the hospital, and his heart. He had felt no guilt for a while, even, as he looked back, acted like a pompous ass, but afterwards, he realized what he did, and had a constant knot in his stomach. He felt the tie between them had broken, and he knew that he had hurt her horribly. He knew that the suffering she was going through would never completely heal, and he felt horrible for it, but the past few days had been, well, wonderful, even if a few things had not been said. Some overdue conversations, 'I'm Sorry's ', and a lot of issues, that had not been completely resolved, and he couldn't completely figure out why neither of them had brought it up, but he had a clue that it had to do with he fact that both of them were scared of losing each other again, afraid of going back to thesuffering of glancing at each other in the morgue, and not being able to smile, that they didn't want to bring anything up to cause conflict between them, and they feared that those unresolved things would cause that exact conflict. Sure, it would build, but they were so wrapped up in the glorious moments shared, that they both just shrugged it off. Woody sighed as he still watched her sleep. He could feel himself growing more tired by the minute, and decided to do something just before he went to sleep. He moved over closer to Jordan and leaned in to whisper, "Jordan?"

She was only half awake when she muttered a low, "Huh?"

He leaned as close as he could to her, and whispered, "I Love You." By that time, Jordan had already fallen back asleep, but he was sure she had heard him, even if only subconsciously, because there was a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. He lay down, content with himself, for the first time in a few months.