Okay Author's note, most of you have been glad this has been from Garrett's POV, and while I agree that there are very few stories like that. I can't tell this story the way I want to with out involving the others. So the next couple of Chapters well be mostly other characters, but don't worry Garrett will still be here. I still have to write how he goes back to being the Chief M.E. the onlything, I know about for next season.

As for this chapter, I had the beginning down, but towards the end... let's just say I was really reaching. I like to incorporate past episodes into my stories. Given the fact that Jordan and Woody are both Catholic, I wanted to have something about faith. Besides,Saint Jude, who isreal, just seemed like the perfect Saint for Woody to pray to.

Something to keep an eye out in any story you read of mine is subtle hints to past episodes. For a little fun when you review see if you can guess which episodes I used in the chapters.

And as always if you see a grammar or a miss used word. Let me know I well change it. Or if you find it hard to read, I'm told I can do that too. Let me know.

On the drive over to Jordan's apartment, I alternated between trying to come up with something to say and fearing she was packing to run.

(Knock knock)

"Hello, Garrett so what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Oh goody she's in fine spirits tonight; I smell alcohol on her breath. Yep, there's the bottle, looks new but its almost half empty now, Whiskey too, not the weak stuff. "Hello Jordan, how are you doing…" as soon as the words were out of my mouth I know that was the wrong question to ask, but if she needs to get something off her chest then better me then say the rest of the morgue or even Woody.

"HOW AM I DOING! Well lets see, my boss that I've know for what is it 7 years now didn't trust me enough to help him, I can understand you having sins from your past, hell I had a woman on death row, but I swallowed my pride enough to ask for help. But did my boss, the one man that is almost closer to me then my own father did he ask when he needed help, NO he left me to clean up his mess, and then when every thing was settled and all he had to do was continue to do nothing he gets all freakin noble and decides to do the right thing.

To top it off my best friend, the man I lo… care about so much has pushed me away, I can't even be there for him, it took me 4 years to let him in and what happens, he goes and gets shot by some punk kid, for some stupid noble quest to save everyone, now he may never walk, hell he may never have any feeling below the waist, kind of makes getting it on, hard don't ya think… oh but wait that's right you have feeling in your legs just not your heart."

She had run out of steam then and all but collapsed. I asked if I could use the bathroom. She just nodded, I did have to use the restroom but I also wanted to make sure there were no suitcases out and/or clothing missing. Good I don't spend much time in her bedroom but it looks like a normal mess not the 'I'm looking for stuff to get by on the run' mess.

I walked back in to the living room she was just were I left her, staring at the bottle trying to decide if the hangover she was going to have tomorrow would be worth the dulled pain tonight. She's running, just in a different way. I walked over to the table grabbed the bottle, then poured it out in the sink, she just sat there and watched me. I walked over to her after I throw the bottle away. I opened my arms and said "come here." She fell more then anything else, into my arms, she just cried, I held her and comforted her like I used to do for my real daughter. "Shhh it will be okay, its okay to cry, let it all out." I rocked her in my arms for almost an hour, until she had fallen asleep. I carried her to the bed; she is far to light, removed her shoes and covered her with the blanket, wrote a note and left in on the nightstand for her to find in the morning. I turned off the lights and made sure the door was locked on the way out. Then I drove home to my prison to get some sleep. Something tells me the next month is going to be hard.

(Jordan)

When I woke up this morning, I remembered why I never drink an entire bottle of Whiskey on my own… oh wait that's right Garrett came over and then took what was left of the bottle and dumped it out. Despite the hangover, last night was the best night of sleep I have gotten in what, must be months. Oh god but I'm paying for it now, what this, Garrett left me a note.

Jordan

When you feel up to it, we need to talk about Woody's recovery.

I know you think he doesn't want you, but he's scared. Call me

when you wake up so we can plan what we are going to do about

Woody. So don't worry, and have faith, I know its something you don't

normally do, but it might be a good thing in this case. Anyway call me,

we need a plan of attack.

Garrett

I called in to work and told Slocum that I was taking a sick day. He said something about that not being a surprise and to make sure I was there 8 am sharp tomorrow or I would need a doctor's note. I had to keep myself from commenting that I am a doctor. I just hung up the phone and went back to sleep for several hours. At about 11 or so I got up, cleaned up and called Garrett's cell, it went to voice mail so I left a message for him to call me back, I was back in the land of the living… at least for now.

I sat around my apartment for about an hour until Garrett called me back.

"Jordan, glad to hear you are still live and as you put it in land of the living. I have been at the hospital we just got done talking to the neurologist. He said the CAT scan looks good, but the swelling around the area means nothing is going to happen until it goes down. The good news is the bullet went though farther away from his spine then they feared, so he may not have any damage, but they are going to operate to drain the fluid buildup. Dr Turner is going to let me help with Woody's therapy. The neurologist said the more the merrier. They are saying that with in a month of intense physical therapy and a little luck he will have a full recovery. But here is the thing, he's depressed, and scared… terrified is more like it, and while that is common,it could effect how his treatment and recovery goes."

"That's good, he needs support, but why are you telling me, he's made it clear that he does not want me around?" I can't help but feel both glad that he has someone to support him, and still a little sad that I can't be there for him

"I need you to be there for him, because worse case, you are the one person that can make him mad, and that will snap him out of his depression, I well be there to but he is more emotionally attracted to you. So I can only do so much to motivate him. Besides if you want to prove to him that it was not pity speaking you need to be there for him and not be afraid to get mad, and yell, He is used to being the big brother, he's spent his whole life looking out for someone, protecting and supporting them. Now he's the one that needs support and it's hard for him to take. The only reason, I can do this is because he sees me as the father figure he never really had. So here the plan, I'm going to work every day with him you will stop in every night to spend time, and help him, when they send him home, best case it will be on crutches then a cane, worst case a wheelchair. But he will need some help and while he is going to fight you all the way, you are the best person to help him. And who knows maybe you two can have that talk and clear the air, it would be good."

"Why Garrett you old softy are you trying to play matchmaker again?" I can feel the smile on my face, I may not love the plan but it is a plan and who knows maybe fate, luck, god, or whatever will be in our favor and we will be able to get on the same page. I can feel the wall come down a little bit more.

"Yea, yea just don't tell anyone, it would ruin my reputation. So listen, Lily said you called in sick today, so use the day to get your head in the game and prepare to start tomorrow. I would suggest you bring down that wall, but strengthen your heart, because it ain't going to be easy but nothing good in life ever is. Listen I have to go, Woody's getting ready to go under the knife again. Might be a good time to go and pray, like I said faith, it's gotten me this far." With that he hung up the phone.

I did just that, I cleaned my apartment. Top to bottom, then I got my rosary beads out and when to St Inez, I needed to talk to Paul, sort of a confession.

"Jordan, what brings you here, does this have something to do with Detective Hoyt?"

"How did you know about Woody!"

"Detective Hoyt is a member of this parish. He started to come here 2 months after father Casnelli… died. I asked him about it once; he said he needed a place to belong. I asked him why here, I couldn't make out all of his answer, but I believe your name was mentioned. He seems to like praying to St Jude." Paul said with a small smile.

"I'm afraid; I'm a little rusty on my Saints which one is that?"

"The patron Saint of Desperate causes"

That explains the smile. Oh Woody, why did this have to happen now? "Yes I'm here about him. I need to know why God would let something like that happen." I know it was a stupid question I know that God does not have control; it has a little something to do with free will. But I still have a hard time believing that a true and just God would let honorable police officers, and other good men, woman, and children die.

"You know as well as I do that God does not control anyone. We have something call free will, I don't always understand it myself, but I do have faith that in the end, if they die at least they well go to a better place."

"Faith, Paul what if I don't have any faith left?"

"I think you do Jordan, otherwise you wouldn't be here with your rosary beads, trying to figure out why. If you didn't have any faith you wouldn't care."

"Tell me what do I do now, what does God have planned for me and the people I love?"

"You know I can't answer that, all I can tell you is to have faith that it well all work out for the best. Take it one day at a time. And remember God does not put any obstacle in our path that we can't overcome. In case you're wondering St Jude is over there. If you need someone to talk to, I well be over there."

I walked over to the statue and lit a candle… in fact I lit 2 candles. I prayed for the second time in as many days. I remembered the case we worked at this church we still had our issues but they seem so stupid and childish now. Woody was right everything has strings, especially love. So now I have to decide if Woody's love is worth it. Can I take up St Jude's cause and be what Woody needs me to be, and run the risk of having him resent me for the rest of my life?

"Jordan, I would love to see you and Woody here for Mass sometime soon. And Jordan, Woody is one of the most honorable men I have ever met, he is in my prays, all of our prays."