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Chapter Fifteen: Nightmares

Jordan had been having nightmares off and on since she got home, but that night one came in full force. Woody awoke to Jordan's tossing and turning seconds before she bolted upright and screeched.

Woody quickly turned to her and tried to gather her in his arms, but Jordan pushed him away and screamed again. His mind clearing from sleep, Woody realized that Jordan wasn't fully awake and didn't know he was Woody.

Slowly this time, Woody reached out and touched Jordan's shoulder. She flinched, but didn't back away. She was staring at him with wide eyes, but not really seeing him. "Jordan," he called softly. He shook her gently. "Jordan, it's me…Woody. Come on, wake up."

Woody watched as Jordan's eyes focused. She shook her head and looked around the room. When she realized that she was safe in her apartment, her shoulders sagged. Woody relaxed briefly until he saw Jordan shudder.

Immediately Woody pulled Jordan close, hearing a small sob escape just before her head reached his chest. He gave her a tight squeeze and said, "Let it out, Jordan."

Jordan's hands grabbed his shoulders and the dam broke. She cried so hard that her whole body shook. As her tears soaked through Woody's shirt, he felt both sorrow and relief. He ached for Jordan, hating to see her in so much pain. On the other hand, he knew that she had been holding everything inside and that it needed to come out in order for her to heal. Now maybe she could.

Woody didn't say anything as Jordan continued to cry. Words weren't necessary as long as he held her tight. Alternately rubbing her back and stroking her hair, Woody comforted her until the sobs eased up and Jordan started talking.

"I'm s-sorry," she said. Before Woody could say anything about her apology, she continued. "I…I just thought that I was back there…everything w-w-was happening again and…and…"

Another squeeze. "You're safe, Jo," Woody said. "No one is going to hurt you here."

"I know," she whispered. "I was just so scared."

Woody kissed the top of her head. "I know." He held her silently for a few minutes before asking, "Did you dream it just like it happened?"

Jordan nodded.

"Tell me about it."

Jordan tensed, but with a bit more coaxing and the assurance of Woody's strong arms around her, Jordan finally let the story spill from her lips. At times it was interrupted by more tears, but Jordan felt the release from talking about it. Once the words had started, she couldn't stop them.

Afterwards, the two sat in a comfortable silence. Woody wiped his own tears away as Jordan nestled her face into his chest. Despite everything, it felt so good just to be in each other's arms. Jordan was relaxed for the first time in weeks.

That morning, Woody was making breakfast while Jordan nursed a cup of coffee. After their impromptu therapy session, the couple had slept in late. It was really closer to afternoon now.

Jordan hadn't said much since they got up. Woody figured that she needed some space, and was trying to be patient. He didn't want her to disappear back into her shell now that she had finally come out of it.

That wasn't what was happening, though. Jordan's nightmare had made her remember some things, and now she had to decide what to do about it. The coffee helped her wake up and think more clearly, but Woody was the strongest factor. She knew that he would be right by her side no matter how complicated things got…or how complicated she got.

Woody joined her at the table, giving her his patented all-dimples smile. Jordan couldn't help but smile back. He was going to say something, but Jordan beat him to it.

"I think I should call Gibbs."

That was not what Woody had expected her to say, and it showed. Jordan chuckled at his puzzled face.

"Uh…okay," was all he could say.

Jordan shrugged. "My dream last night…I think maybe I know more than I think I know about what was going on…I mean, what Tony was trying to get from me."

Woody nodded, understanding what Jordan meant even through the ambiguous phrases. "You sure you want to do this?"

Jordan looked down at her hands. "No," she admitted. "But if I don't, and something bad happens, I'll never forgive myself."

"All right."

They began to eat, but Woody stopped before he really got started. "You did say, though, quite stubbornly, that you would not call Tony back," he reminded her.

Jordan gave him one of her trademark smirks, and Woody's heart soared because she was beginning to return to normal. "Yes, I did say that I wouldn't call Tony. I never said anything about not calling Gibbs."

Within a few hours of the phone call, Jordan and Woody were on a plane heading to Washington DC. As soon as Jordan had mentioned the possibility of having information, Gibbs had insisted she come see him. She had protested, wanting to just have the conversation over the phone, but Gibbs was adamant that she be in person.

Jordan fidgeted in her seat. She wanted to get this over with quickly. She was just figuring out how to live in spite of her ordeal…she hoped that Gibb's crusade wouldn't plunge her right back into it.