A/N: I know it's not a big deal but I'm a perfectionist...I was told 'rememberable' was not a word. There was a reason for using that term,their first encounter was memorable but having being drunk all details were not retained. Therefore,being sober this encounter will be rememberable (adjective). Merriam-Webster Dictionary. I agree that it didn't sound right but it was something I could hear coming out of Woody's mouth,lol. Time for the angst to begin,mwhahahaha...

Previously...She fell onto the couch and began sobbing, "What is wrong with me? What did I do wrong in a previous life?"

Before she got too carried away the phone rang. She tried to compose herself while answering, "Cavanaugh..."

Chapter 8: Eight Forty-Five

"I didn't wake you,did I?"

"Woody?"

"Ya,were you expecting someone else?"

Jordan wasn't sure of what was going on but she knew that he had a lot of explaining to do, "Honestly,I guess I wasn't expecting to hear from you...especially since you just up and left this morning."

He could tell she was upset...very upset, "Honey,what's wrong? I wanted to surprise you by running out and getting breakfast. You were sleeping so well and I didn't have the heart to wake you. I would've pulled it off but... I left the spare key."

She felt like an idiot for carrying on the way she had,but she had also been given good reason. It seemed a pattern of late that she would agree to his advances only for him to retreat. Finally,it seems,that he was willing to meet her halfway.

"Oh,well...where are you?"

"I'm pretty close to ya." He slightly chuckled.

"Just down the block close or...", she didn't finish.

"Try already at the door close. May I come in? I have a peace offering."

She knew he was grinning. Opening the door, "Peace offering? Who said I was even upset you were gone?"

Woody let out a slight laugh, "Ha! I could tell it in your tone,Jordan. I know you now like I know the back of my hand."

As he set the bags of food down on the counter she slid up behind him and as he turned around she wrapped her arms around his kneck, "Yes,Woody,you sure do." Then she kissed him.

"Well,now. A man could get used to this. Better watch out,Cavanaugh,you'll have me so spoiled I'll never leave."

"I never said I wanted you to leave. Besides, you had planned on breakfast in bed it seems like. Who's the one really getting spoiled here?" She placed her head on his shoulder.

He pulled her closer, "I can't believe you just said that. Is it possible that we just took two steps forward into a relationship?"

Stunned of the term he had just used, "Wow,I guess so. Usually one of us takes two steps back and then runs screaming..." She looked up to see if she got a reaction.

Not moving other than to crack a smile, "Just remember who took the first steps and then who did the running." It was his turn to gauge a reaction.

She simply stated, "I know,I know...but you also did your fair share of running,Hoyt."

He nodded, "Well,enough of that..." pulling her away, "let's eat so we can rebuild our strength. You're gonna need it for round two." He winked at her.

Grabbing a bag and pulling out the plastic utensils, "Round two?"

"Oh ya,I've got so much pent-up frustration towards you Jo..."

She blushed and slightly grinned at his comment. The feeling had been mutual. Just being in his presence sent chills through her body.

They finished setting the table and sat down for a lovely breakfast. Woody had gone all out and bought a little something of everything. They took turns feeding each other while they shared giggles.

Jordan,feeling stuffed, " I don't think I could take another bite. This was excellent,Woods."

Pulling himself back from the table and breathing a deep sigh, "I have to agree with ya,sweetie. I didn't realize I had worked up such an appetite." He took her hand in his and kissed the back of it.

Smiling and then standing, "I'll clean the table since you were kind enough to feed me this morning." As she was just about finished she asked, "So,what are the plans for the rest of the day?"

He leaned back in the chair with his hands laced behind his head, "I really didn't have any plans for today,except for coming to see you. We both know how that went."

She had been standing next to him when he reached over and pulled her down onto his lap. She giggled like a school girl as he then pulled her tight and started playfully biting at her neck.

"Okay,okay,stop that. It tickles! Let me go!"

He obliged, "Alright. So...what do you feel like doing then? It's only eight forty-five. There's only one thing I need to do but I thought I'd do it around lunchtime."

Before she had time to ask him what it was he needed to do his phone rang.

"Hoyt." A slight pause. "Oh,hi,Lu."

This caused Jordan to raise an eyebrow and she tried hard not to eavesdrop but she couldn't help herself. 'Of all the people that had to call him this morning it had to be her.' She was trying to keep calm but Lu Simmons wasn't one of her favorite people.

"Ya,I was in a hurry last night,guess I locked my door without thinking. Seely knew I was off today so he called earlier to inform me you guys needed those files." Woody just rolled his eyes and shrugged his arms in annoyance.

Jordan just smiled and got up to refill her coffee cup. 'Lu just had to find an excuse to call,didn't she?' She came back to the table this time taking a chair next to him.

"I'll be there around noon,okay?"

Apparently this wasn't good enough because Lu asked if he could come in now.

"No,I'm afraid now isn't a good time,Lu. I'm busy."

This got Jordan's attention. What exactly would he tell her?

He knew this would amuse both women, "Well,actually,I'm having breakfast..." he looked directly at Jordan and winked, "with Jordan at her apartment."

She had to turn around so that Lu wouldn't hear her laughing. She thought to herself, 'Well,now. I guess that makes it official.'

Before she could catch the end of their conversation her own phone rang. Taking it to the living room while answering, "Cavanaugh."

There was a moment of silence as she listened to what Garett had to say. It wasn't very good news.

"Are you sure it's him?"

By this time Woody had ended his call and came over to where she stood. By the look on her face it was serious.

"Yes,I'll be there as soon I can. Tell him I'm coming." With that she hung up the phone.

"What is it,Jordan? Where are you going?"

"That was Garett. Apparently Nigel was in an accident last night. A hit and run. He's been in and out of consciousness and he's asking for me. I have to go." She grabbed her bag and coat and was quickly out the door.

"Hold on,I'll drive", he was right on her heels all the way to his car.

All the way to the hospital her mind was filled with questions and worry. She knew how Nigel felt about her and that's why he was asking for her now. 'How in the world do I explain to him that Woody and I are together? How bad is his condition? Would he fight to get better knowing thatI would never be his?'

"Jordan, we're here..."

She snapped from thought and jumped out of the car. "Woody,would you mind if I went to see him alone?"

He didn't hesitate, "I'll be in the waiting room with the rest of the gang."

She took off to find Nigel.

He thought to himself, 'Great,I think we're finally making headway and this happens. Jordan will never be mine. If Nigel is as bad off as they say she will never leave his side. Not after all the things he's done for her.'

He walked into the hospital and searched for the rest of their friends. It would be a long day of waiting.