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A/N: Another chapter. This again focuses on Jordan's running away. I know it's redundant, but maybe she'll stop. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.

I continued a stray journey through the morgue. I walked semi-awkwardly ahead of him, despite how many good memories this brought me. We used to walk through the Boston morgue every day together. I miss that. I miss him.

But he probably hates me. He probably thinks I'm leading him on…which I probably did. But I love him. I love him so much. Dammit, Jordan! Focus girl! I should have never left. I should have taken the chance when I did. I told him before we were rescued. And there was so much truth to those words. I wish I didn't run away.

"Jordan?" he asked me suddenly. "Everything okay?" He asked me that question in his own Woody way. I missed that.

"Yeah," I answered. "This is autopsy room one," I announce as we enter. Just as we hear the last swipe of the door close, he pulls me close and kisses me. His lips are warm to the touch. I feel my heart beat with every single pump working fiercely. I feel my face grow hot. It feels so good to have him kiss me. Yet I push him away and run out the door. He doesn't follow me. He doesn't notice my tears. He doesn't notice that I was fighting not to kiss him back.

He deserves better than the woman who ran away.

My apartment looms over the center of downtown Milwaukee. I can see the Marcus Center for the Performing Arts with Red Arrow Ice Skating Rink right across from it. The ice rink, however, is empty. It's nearing summer.

I spend the evening wondering how Woody found me. He didn't transfer because he wanted to. He transferred to try and find me. How did he know how find me or even reach me? Someone in Boston must have blabbed. I told Kate, Lily, Garret, Nigel, and Bug. But not Woody. Woody was better off not knowing. I might just break his heart again.

Working in Wisconsin, living in Wisconsin, and trying to assimilate to Wisconsin life-style have somehow made me feel like I'm still with Woody. And I would like to be. I don't want to push him away again. I feel like an idiot for doing it the first time…and the second time…and the third time…okay too many times to count. But this was the first time I moved away from him. And it was not going well.

I heard my phone buzz. I scrambled over to it because I was not busy and didn't want another message on my voicemail. Lily. I still keep in touch with the rest of the morgue family. Bug and Lily visited me a couple of times with Maddie. She's now calling me her Auntie Jordan. I miss her and the rest of them. Maybe it's the idiocy. "Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Jordan," whispered a familiar female voice.

"Lily," I answered back, happy to hear from my best female friend. My sister.

"Listen, okay. Kate has a big mouth-."

I cut her off. "Ah, good old Kate. I was wondering how Woody found me. It's nice to know I can trust the morgue staff to keep their mouths shut."

"I'm sorry, Jordan, but…wait a minute. How did you know he knows where you are?"

"He's been hired by the Milwaukee PD as a transfer," I explained simply.

"He still loves you, you know…and you pushed him away again, didn't you?"

I gave a wry smile that she couldn't see. I made a short noise of confirmation. "Oh, Jordan," she scolded over the phone, "I thought we went through this."

"We did…after we were done playing with Maddie."

I could hear the icy silence over the phone. There was no convincing Lily that I was okay with everything…because we both knew everything wasn't okay. I left Boston two years ago. The only way that I saw the people I loved was through telephone conversations and their occasional trips to Milwaukee. I haven't set foot in Boston since I left. I didn't want to see him…Woody. "Just come back, Jordan."

"Why?" I asked her. "I actually like it here." That part was true. I don't think I want to move back to the east coast. Too smoggy, now that I think about it.

"Jordan-," she tried to start.

"I know, I know. But I really want to stay here. I'm not going to let me running away from my feelings for Woody ruin my life here. I have to at least try. I don't know how, but one of these days I'm going to stop running."

"And how soon will that be?"

"When I don't run away from his morgue kisses."

"Oh, God. He didn't…did he?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Oh, Jordan. You've gotta stop this."

"I know."

"Are you?"

"Maybe." I heard a beep on the other line. "Hey, Lily, I've gotta go. Someone's on the other line and it may be important. I call you soon, okay?"

"Swear?" she asked me.

"On my mother's grave," I replied, which was no joke.

"Okay, Jordan. Bye." I heard a click on her line.

"Bye," I whispered before clicking the answer button to receive my next call. "Cavanaugh," I answered.

"Jordan?" asked a male voice. Woody.

"Hi Woody," I squeaked, my voice quaking with a nervous twitch.

There was a brief awkward pause on both ends of the line before we started talking at the same time. "I'm sorry about…no I mean…I'm sorry I…" then we both laughed uncomfortably.

"Look Woody, I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry if you think I lead you on. But the truth is I…" I trailed off.

"I'm sorry I kissed you back there. I didn't realize that it would upset you."

Woody, you don't have to apologize to me. I'm the one with the problem. "It's my fault. I ran. I'm sorry."

The pause afterwards was considerably longer. "I would like to meet you at the Water Street Brewery if that's possible. They have a bar we can sit at and we can order homemade beer-."

Woody cut me off with a laugh. "I'm a Wisconsin native, Jordan. I've been to Milwaukee a couple times in my travels. I know where and what that place is. I'll see you there in an hour?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I whispered back. He hung up. And I realized something- in my attempt to sound tempting…I actually made myself sound like an idiot.