"I need a wife? Honestly? Ouch." Woody muttered as she made her way back into his office.

"It was a joke." She muttered wincing at the chair.

"Ouch." He repeated raising his eyebrows at her.

"Don't be such a baby." She huffed flopping down on the corner of his desk.

"I don't need a wife. I have you." He told her handing her one of the furniture catalogues.

"There in lies the problem." She muttered softly.

"What?" He asked looking up from the pages of the one he was holding.

"I'd have a few warrants too?" She shot back, flopping the magazine onto her lap and making a puzzled face. "What was it that you-? Oh yeah. Ouch."

"Truth hurts!" Woody yelled.

"Oh yeah? Fine." She snipped. "I'll call my dad when you get a wife."

"Fine. Mary me, we'll call your Dad and give him the good news!" He turned and gave her a sarcastic smirk.

"What if he's dead?" She said breathlessly.

"Jordan you would have heard if he-."

"Why? Why would I have heard?"

"Stop it."

"I.. I.." He pulled her close to him, tossing the magazines onto the floor.

"It's okay." He whispered. "This was a lot. I know this was a lot."

"He thought I was her." She whispered balling her fists onto the front of his shirt. "What if someday some nurse somewhere.."

"Shh.." Woody kissed the crown of her head. "Just call him."

She scooted back and he sat beside her on the desk.

"These weren't really the kind of memories I wanted to make in here." He smiled into her hair.

"I don't know. I think it's okay." She told him. "Maybe we should be looking for a couch though?"

He glanced down at the magazines on the floor and laughed.

"Good point." He kissed her forehead.

"I have to do his autopsy." She moaned pressing her face into Woody's chest.

"You want me to come?"

"No. Finish this thing so Emma can go home to her kids." She looked up at him. "Then come find me?" He pressed his eyes into hers and nodded slowly as she pulled away with one last glimpse at the chair. "And get that thing out of here."

"Yes dear." He called as she slipped out of the room.

He leaned against the door frame until she hung up with Max.

"How'd it go?"

"He's still alive." She muttered wandering across the room.

"Did you tell him about the tumor?" He opened his arms and she willingly sunk into them.

"Hell no." She smirked, as his fingers slid through her hair.

"Wanna go home?"

"Hell yes." She inhaled deeply.

"I'll make spagetti."

"Yeah?" She made no attempt to move.

"Sure. I got the stuff in the car." He rested her cheek against her head.

"Kay." She pressed back and looked at him with a smile.

"What?"

"He asked if we were married yet." She said with a slow grin.

"Seriously?" Woody's face turned red, despite the uncontrollable grin pressing at the corners of his mouth when she nodded.

"Wanted to know about grandchildren. If that's why I was calling."

"Seriously?" He squeaked.

"Come on." She slid her hand from it's spot on his chest to his wrist, squeezing it before taking his and pulling him into the hall.

"He's way ahead of the plan." Woody mumbled. Jordan shot him a wary look before breaking into a slow grin.

"Come on."

"I think I found a couch." He told her as they made it to the elevator.

"I'll be the judge of that." She sighed, tipping her head to his shoulder.

"Yes Dear."