A/N: Hi again! Sorry this Is so late, I had some writer's block and got busy with the holidays and all. Hope you had a good holiday and new year's. As usual, I own nothing but would love to.

She was nervous. Her face had fallen to point Woody had not seen before. He stood behind her in the doorway to Garret's room, despite the doctor's rules. Garret was still unconscious and the machines and wires hooked up to him made her even more anxious.

"Garret…" she whispered softly, tears running down her cheek wetting her face. Woody wanted so badly to come brush them away, but he knew to keep his distance too.

His eyes fluttered, threatening to open. Little by little, they did. A surprised Jordan was shocked to see an open pair of eyes looking back at her. He coughed, then cleared his throat. "Jordan?" he asked in a raspy voice, still sore from having the ventilator in his throat earlier. "Hey Gar." She answered lightly "Feeling ok?" "Yeah, especially after they got the tube out of my throat. How is everyone?"

"Nige has a broken arm and Kate's watching him like a hawk. Lily's glad to have Bug home, Sydney and the gang have taken over the morgue, we're off a few more days…" she trailed off. "You ok?" he asked "I don't want you to have to join me here…"

"Yeah." She mumbled, but she really wasn't feeling ok. She felt a little dizzy, but thought it might be just stress. In a moment, though she knew this wasn't it. She began to feel really dizzy with clouds of white filling her eyes, as the room was spinning and spinning out of control.

She fell to the floor, landing with a hard smack on the hard tile. "Jordan!" Garret called out again, just as he had done a few weeks ago. Except this time he was powerless, this time he couldn't save her.

Woody came running over just as she hit the floor, Garret had sworn he'd never seen the man run that fast. He pushed the nurse's button that sat on his bed, only this time it wasn't for him but for her. "How's her pulse?" Garret yelled out to Woody, who was reaching his fingers out to feel her neck.

"Fast, way too much." He answered nervously. His eyes were the answer to everything, deep with fear and nervousness. His breathing was shaky, his palms were sweating but he was still deeply intent on watching her. A team of nurses came rushing in, making him stay back. Was it the meningioma returning? Was she too stressed from the crash? Would she be ok?

He eyed Garret who looked equally as worried, as did the team of nurses. There was nothing any of them could do, but watch helplessly waiting for it to be over.

As soon as it was, the nurses hoisted her over onto a gurney. Her eyes stayed shut and she was changed into an all too familiar hospital gown. He was powerless now, as they wheeled her away leaving him to sit and worry.

He quickly reached for his phone afterward, shakily dialing his friends' numbers. They had all left after they'd been updated on Garret's condition, attempting to do what work they could. He wasn't going to be able to keep himself calm. The scene he had experienced, both today and just a few weeks ago, had been permanently engrained in his memory.

The feeling he wasn't able to get over was that of one where he had to watch helplessly, not being able to save the woman he loved. His friends were on their way, but meanwhile he went back to continue visiting Garret who seemed equally as shaken.

As he stepped into the room, Garret could easily tell what he was feeling by the look on his face. Woody stood there for a second, obviously lost in his thoughts. "Woody, you ok?" he asked, noting his distraction. "Oh yeah…Fine." Garret knew he was lying, his voice was too shaky. "She beat the meningioma, she'll beat whatever this is too."

"How can you be sure? Normal women don't just fall and seize like that. There's gotta to be something wrong, there has to be." Woody answered.

Garret began to smirk a little "Jordan never has been an ordinary woman. She's a fighter, Woody. Remember that."

"Incredibly stubborn, strong…Beautiful, the woman I love." "Don't let her go this time," Garret coaxed "You two have done this dance around each other for too long now. Get some new moves, new music. Love her, just love her."

"When did you become the love doctor?" Woody asked, jokingly. "Voice of experience here, 'member? Now, I've got some pain meds with my name on 'em and a few broken ribs that hurt like hell. So, if you'll excuse me…"

"Thanks for the advice." Woody said, making his way out. "Anytime, I read Jordan like a book." He replied. Garret read her like a book and he wanted a copy.

He made his way back out to the waiting room, where he was greeted by a tall, young woman in a white coat. "Are you Detective Hoyt? Dr. Cavanaugh's been asking for you, she's awake now. We gave her some electrolytes, from what we've been told it's been a rough couple of days."

"That's an understatement." He replied, giving a small dimpled grin. "Is she going to be ok?"

"We did some blood tests and checked the meningioma again. She had hCG levels in her blood, her meningioma looks fine."

"What does all of that mean, then?"

"She's pregnant, six weeks. Given the crash and the low supply of food, she was malnourished. I don't believe she had eaten yet, since she had just gotten back. She lost what was needed to fuel her brain, causing her to seize."

"Did she know?"

"No, she said she'd been feeling fatigued and a little dizzy. She attributed to being from the crash. They're getting ready to do an ultrasound upstairs, she wanted you to be there."

"Thanks." He muttered softly. They were going to have a child together, a baby. Their baby. His eyes lit up at the thought of what his child might look like, how he was going to be a father. A soft dimpled smile came across his face. We're going to be parents, he thought.