A/N

Keeping this in cannon is killing me! I'm not a huge Garrett/Jordan fan. His relationship with Jordan is not healthy.. He is a huge enabler for her. He feeds off of her problems.. it drives me craay.. I have to say I have some.. Some.. Sympathy for Woody tonight but I was also a little frustrated. He KNOWS something's wrong.. HE KNOWS..

He can be mad, but damn it Hoyt focus the anger. "Damn it Jordan tell me what the hells wrong with you." Shake Shake.. PS.. Next week looks scary. Scary as Clonic Tonic..

I'm scared for them..

He was mad now. She was absent minded.

She flew off at the handle, even more so than usual. He'd physically had to hold her back today.

Her hands shook, she zoned out.

And she made a mistake. A very Un-Jordan mistake.

He shouldn't have yelled. He knew he shouldn't have yelled. Yelling wasn't being patient and supportive. Yelling wasn't waiting her out. Yelling was pushing.

Now he sat in the parking lot at Pearl Street, starring up at her apartment, flipping his cell phone over and over in his hand until he made a decision.

"Dr. Macy."

"Woody." Macy blew out a long breath into the phone. "Please God tell me she talked to you."

It would be so easy, he could just say yes. He could ask Macy to explain it. He could say he was confused. It would be so easy. Invading Jordan's privacy had never felt so tempting.

"She's sticking to her story. It's nothing. She's fine. Tired." Woody sounded exhausted himself. "I came down pretty hard on her Dr. M."

"Don't blame yourself. There's a lot of that going around."

"Is this drugs?" Woody asked quickly. "Is that what this is? Meth or Heroine or-. Dr. Macy if she's hurting herself you have to-."

"Woody."

"Part of me just wants to grab her and make her…." He let the frustration pour out of him.

"I don't know Woody, maybe you should." Macy whispered softly.

Woody sat still for a moment, starring at her apartment window. He thought about her jilted look today in the hall. Of how he'd turned away from her, of the angry huff she'd left Macy's office last night.

"How did that work out for you?"

"It has it's purpose."

"Yeah?" Woody swallowed hard. "Dr. M.. If you're going to be bad cop.."

"Yeah." Garrett took a deep breath. "I'll bring the tough love you just.."

Woody listened to the silence between them. "Love her."

Garrett whispered a quiet goodbye.

Woody hung up the phone, flipping it around in his hand a few more times. The light was still on.

He pulled himself out of his car and started up the steps. He knocked once before letting himself in. His eyes drifting around the room. She was asleep on the couch. His eyes scanned the coffee table, half looking for bottles, or worse.

Hoyt took a deep breath and gathered her into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom.

He debated staying, his eyes sweeping over her. She was too thin, her skin was pale. He resisted the urge to wipe her face. Swallowing hard he leaned over to her feeling the coolness of her breath on his cheek.

He let his lips brush against her temple before making his way back out, locking the door behind him.

Woody leaned the seat back in his car, once again palming his cell phone before letting his head fall back against the head rest.

He was mad now. She was absent minded. He was mad now. She was absent minded. He was mad now. She was absent minded.