Disclaimer: Same as the last one. (( Takes place the next morning.))

Woody woke up in the bright morning sun, it was 10 am, and they had slept in. He looked over to Jordan, who was still asleep. He smiled, and leaned over to her.

"Jor?"

"Hmmmm" She sounded groggy.

"We slept in."

Jordan opened her eyes a bit, then took in a long breath. She had a sudden flashback of the wondrous dream she had last night. She heard Woody's words, "I Love You." Buzzing in her head. She had been sure it was only a dream, but then, had he really said it? His words seemed so real. She smiled a pretty big grin. Woody watched her.

"What's the grin for?" He asked, still just happy to see her face.

"Just remembering a good dream I had last night." She replied sitting up now, but then her ankle throbbed, and she remembered her run in last night. Woody smiled, knowing that it had something to do with his comment last night.

"You going to work this morning?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Actually I have graveyard shift with Nigel tonight." She said shrugging a bit.

"Oh, you need a ride home? You know, since you'll probably be tired?" He asked, knowing he would be up until she came home safely, anyways.

"Yeah, if you're up to it." She said, tossing him a smile.

"Okay, wait outside for me." He said, trying to save a mental picture of that smile, so he'd have it forever. She watched him walk over, into the bathroom, and heard him turn the shower on. Jordan laid back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, and lost in thoughts. Woody was great. A little rigid at times, but great. Her heart, battered a bit, mostly from his damage, was still full of love for him, and it would never cease. He had really hurt her yesterday, though. She could almost hear her heart shattering into a billion pieces. It was amazing how someone could break your heart so many times, yet you still loved them with all the little pieces, and that was exactly what Jordan did. She loved him with all the little pieces. The other bit of scarring, still a raw wound, was her mother. She still had not resolved that inside herself and really didn't know when she would, but she did know that it was still painful. Losing her mother was something that would change her, for better and worse. It made her stronger, but also made her weaker. She sighed again as another thought came to mind, and it scared her. Just like many other times, she and Woody and kissed and made up, like the heated affair at the haunted bed-n-breakfast, they always crashed and burned, and this time, there was still no assurance that they really would stay together. She couldn't handle another breakup. She might go running again, and probably into the arms of another man. I she had to guess which, she'd probably choose the charming, yet somewhat seducing Danny McCoy from Las Vegas. She'd had a good time with him, even if it didn't fill the void that Woody had left. Although the other girls at the casino didn't seem to like her much. She shook off the thought quickly, and sat up, as Woody came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. She grinned. His heavily sculpted abs were totally sexy, and she couldn't help but smile when he decided to expose them.

"What?" He said, stopping.

She shook her head, "Nothing."

He continued on to the dresser, grabbed some clothes, and then walked back into the bathroom. Jordan shook her head. He was nuts sometimes. As if she hadn't seen him unclothed. She laughed, then got up and walked, as best as she could, to the kitchen, to make two cups of coffee. One for her, and one for Woody. She sat impatiently as it brewed, then, as soon as it was ready, poured coffee into both cups. Woody came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, with the exception of his shoes, and the aroma of coffee filled the air. He took a deep breath in, and smiled. It was his favorite part of the morning. He walked into the kitchen, and took his cup of coffee from the counter.

"Mmmm, thank you." He said gratefully.

"Your welcome." Jordan said, walking over to the couch and sat down. Woody was trying dearly not to laugh at the way she was walking. IT was more of a brave soldier wounded in battle, and still trying to fight. She was standing on her ankle, but you could see it cause her great pain. Woody sat down beside her. She looked up at him.

"Don't you have to go to work?"

Woody smiled, "Not until after lunch." He said, once again, grateful that her didn't have to leave her yet. It was only 10:15, so he had a good while before he had to leave. He took another sip of his coffee, then set it down on the table beside the couch. Jordan leaned her head against his shoulder, and turned on the news. He put his arm around her, smiling. Five news stories, and 15 minutes later, Jordan found herself curled up in his lap, her head resting against his chest. Woody had his arms around her, as if he were holding on to her for dear life.

They stayed that way until a few minutes after the news ended. They were content that way, and didn't want to move, but they knew that they had to. Jordan looked up at Woody, before saying, "You wanna go get lunch?" Woody smiled down at her, then accepted.

"Guess that means I have to go get dressed, huh?" Jordan smiled, then got up, off of Woody, and walked into her bedroom. She searched through crowded dresser drawers until she found some jeans, and one of Woody's old Boston PD t-shirts from when he just moved down, and was still a skinny boy from Wisconsin. She quickly shed her pajamas, then pulled on the new clothes, along with some white and navy Nikes that she had in her closet. With great difficulty, she pulled them on too, along with some socks, and walked into the bathroom. She quickly ran a brush through her hair, added some make-up, and he was ready. She walked out of the bathroom. Woody stood up as she entered the living room. God, she looked beautiful in anything. Now as he glanced at her, with her hip hugging jeans, tucked in, but slightly out navy shirt, that, he noted, had Boston PD across it, and white shoes. Actually the outfit made her look a bit taller than usual.

"You ready?" She asked, walking over to him.

Woody was led away from his thoughts, "Yeah." He replied. He and Jordan walked out of the apartment, making sure to turn everything off, then locked the door with her key. They walked side by side down the hall, and Jordan expected him to throw his arm around her the way he always had, but this time, he didn't. Instead, he took hold of her hand and held her hand all the way down. At first, she was too shocked to notice anything, but she shrugged, and went with it. Woody was a VERY complex man sometimes. She and Woody got into his car, and first drove to Pogue, where, much to his and her dismay, Jordan got out, and drove her car behind him. She could see him glance into his rear view mirror just about every 10 seconds, and when he did, she took the opportunity to smile, which, she knew, kept him coming back for more. They reached a small little café, and parked, then walked together inside. They entered, and were walking to their seats when, DAMN!