So basically, I know I suck. I just completely stopped writing fanfics while I was working on this story. Then I got back into it for awhile with the X-files when I re-watched the series. So I was reading through my stories the other night got thinking about why I stopped writing for Crossing Jordan. So I re-watched the finale and worked on another chapter for this story. I can't promise to update quickly, but I am going to do my best. Now I am re-watching Crossing Jordan (thank god for the internet), so I might even have more stories coming.

"Woody, it would make getting dressed a hell of a lot easier if you would tell me what we are going to go do," Jordan said from the bedroom, frustration filling her voice.

"Just wear something you are going to comfortable in, Jordan," Woody replied from his seat on her couch. He was wearing dark jeans and a blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had discarded his jacket in the back of the car after leaving the precinct.

"Comfortable could mean workout clothes, but you are dressed up Woody," Jordan said, emerging from her bedroom in jeans, black boots, and a gray v-neck tank-top with simple beading around the neckline. "Come of Woody, where are we going?"

"Jordan, that is the point of it being a surprise; you aren't supposed to know," he replied standing up and crossing to where she was standing near the door. "You look beautiful," he added kissing her. The kiss deepened until Woody finally pulled away. "We'd better go; we might be late." He ran his hand from Jordan's face over her shoulder and down her arm, finally grasping her hand and interlocking his fingers with hers.

As he led her out of the apartment, she said, "So, this thing we are doing is something that starts at a certain time."

"Yes, and stop trying to figure it out," he said. "Just go with the surprise.

Jordan was half surprised Woody didn't try to blindfold her when they got in the car. They talked casually as he drove. Finally, they arrived at the Boston Harbor Hotel.

As Woody got out of the car and walked around opening Jordan's door for her, she began to question, "Woody...?"

"Don't worry I didn't get us a room," He assured her. He wasn't about to spend half a months rent on a hotel room for one night.

"Okay good, cause I know my sheets aren't egyptian cotton, but my place isn't that bad," she joked.

Woody smiled and added, "As long as you are in the bed, I don't care about the sheets." He placed his arm around her shoulder and she wrapped hers around his waist as he led her around to the harbor side of the hotel.

Jordan smiled as she saw the movie screen set up. She had heard of the Movies by Moonlight done at the hotel, but she had never even considered coming to one. Many people had already settled into seats at the cafe, Woody and Jordan opted to sit on some steps leaning against a planter. "What's showing tonight?" she asked Woody as he wrapped his arm around her again, and they adjusted to be seated comfortably.

"A Streetcar Named Desire," he replied. As she leaned her head back against his shoulder, the film was projected on the screen and the lights on the outside of the hotel dimmed.

Jordan and Woody stayed seated as the credits of the movie finished rolling and the last of the audience filtered out. She was leaning back against him now, her head resting on his shoulder, and their fingers were intertwined where their clasped hands fell in her lap. Finally, Woody whispered in Jordan's ear, "I think we should probably get going."

"Mmmm," she replied reluctantly. She leaned forward and stood up, suddenly feeling cold without Woody's body against her back. He stood up behind her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"I want ice cream," Woody said as they were walking back to the car.

"How can you want ice cream? It is freezing cold out here," Jordan responded and Woody opened the car door for her. Instead of stepping aside to let her in the car, he leaned in and reach into the backseat. When he reemerged he had his jacket in his hand.

"Here," he said holding the jacket out and draping it over her shoulders. "Now, can we get ice cream?" he asked with a smirk and winked at her as she sat down in the car and he closed the door.

They stopped at the store near Jordan's apartment and Woody ran in to buy a tub of ice cream. When they finally reached her apartment, Woody went straight to the kitchen to find spoons not bothering with bowls. Jordan went to change. She stood in her room for a moment trying to decide what to put on. Before removing Woody's jacket, she took a moment to indulge in the feminine action of smelling his scent on the jacket before removing it.

Woody was sitting at counter eating ice cream out of the tub when Jordan emerged from the bedroom in pajama pants and a t-shirt. He held out a spoonful of ice cream to her as she set his jacket on the back of one of the bar stools. She took the spoonful of ice cream in her mouth but let him continue to hold the spoon. As he slid it from her mouth, he felt weak in the knees. Jordan had looked beautiful all night long, but he was amazed by how gorgeous she could look in plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. Jordan grabbed the ice cream from Woody's hand and the other spoon and moved to the couch. "Coming Farm-boy?" she asked when he hadn't moved.

"Yeah," he said getting up and moving to sit next to her on the couch. He reached for the ice cream with his spoon, but she moved it away and just out of his reach. Woody grinned. He could play this game. He reach over Jordan for the ice cream, half pinning her to the couch in the process. When he finally got the ice cream tub out of her hands and dug his spoon into it, Jordan quickly moved to eat the ice cream off the spoon before he could get it into his mouth. As she licked her lips, he gave up. He set the ice cream on the coffee table and adjusted himself so he was looking straight into her eyes. When he saw the glisten in them, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. Leaning back slightly from the kiss he said, "I love you, Jordan."

She smiled at him and replied, "I love you." Woody wrapped his arms around Jordan tightly and stood up pulling her with him. Kissing her the entire way, he worked his way to the bedroom.