(Sorry about spelling, I'm at work. I'll check it when I get home!)

(During the quarintine)

Dr. Dupree had come to tell them about the antivirals. That's when it hit her.

"You're feeling okay?" She asked him quickly, her hand finding her way to his face unconciously.

"I'm fine." He whsipered dismissivly, catching her wrist in his loose grasp.

"You're sure? No fever? No chills?" He smirked a little at the way her eyes had gone a little bit wider.

"I'm fine." He told her slowly, in his sweetest voice.

"You've been taking the medication? Every-?"

"Jordan.." He sighed softly, letting his eyes roll back just a little.

"Is there something-?" Dr. Dupree asked somewhat impatiently, shifting her weight from one leg to another.

"No."

"Maybe she should listent to-." Jordan pleaded.

"No." Woody shook his head.

"Woody!"

"Dr. Cavanaugh, Detective Hoyt if there is-." She opened her palms to the couple.

"He doesn't have a spleen!" Jordan shouted roughly at the woman. Woody let his eyes drift shut, pulling Jordan's hand from his face and pressing it against his chest.

"You're currently taking-." She wrinkled her eyes in concern.

"Pneumovax and Menomune. I'm completely current." He recited.

"Make sure you get the antivirals." She sighed wandering away.

"I will." He smiled sarcastically at the woman's retreating form. "Jordan.."

"I can't loose you either." She whispered softly. His face softened as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"We have work to do."

"Yeah."

"I'll find you later?"

"Yeah."

"I'll get the antivirals. I'll be first in line."

"Thank you."

(After Garrett leaves)

She was still sitting beside the CT scan when he got there.

"Hey, what happened to you? You said you'd catch up with me."

"I'm sorry I got.." Her voice trailed off when she looked at him, he'd pulled off the jersy at some point and was now just wearing a dark blue T-shirt. She smiled shakily at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothin'" She lied swiping at the tears in her eyes.

"Jordan?"

"Nothing." She pulled herself to her feet and made her way over to him, looping her thumbs around his as his hands came to rest on her shoulders.

"Nothing?" He squeaked in disbelief, pulling her into him and letting his arms drop to her hips.

"Everything." She sniffed pressing the left side of her face into his chest. She was almost conviced she could feel it in there now.

"Let me take you home?" She nodded against him. He kissed the top of her head as her arms tightened around him.

"Woody?" She asked quickly, he leaned back to look at her face. "Will you stay? Just for a while?"

"Yeah." He breathed quickly, his eyebrows furrowing at the lost look on her face. "Sure."

He didn't press her. He knew not to press her. He just held her hand from the morgue to her bed, slipping out of his pants as she wiggled out of hers and eased onto the bed beside him. He didn't ask her any questions when she let him pull her to him, or when she started to cry softly to herself. He just stroked her hair and held her in his arms until she'd fallen asleep.

He knew not to press her. He knew she'd tell him eventually if he stuck around to be told.

And he planned on sticking around.