Author's note- This takes place after the event of the episode Dreamland. In this storyline Garret has received his DUI.

Woody and Jordan got home late. They silently moved through the motions of preparing for bed. Just as they were about to get into bed, Jordan broke the silence with a question.

"Are you okay?" Jordan asked, looking across the bed at Woody as she pulled the covers back

Me? " Woody asked confused

"Yes." Jordan responded without elaborating, but something in her tone made Woody realize what she was referring to.

"I'm okay. I handled it." He said, keeping his voice even.

"They could have…" She trailed off, unable to finish the thought out loud. She was referring to the drug dealers he'd faced earlier that night. It was the first time since Riggs. She needed to make sure he was okay.

"But they didn't. " He gave her a small yet real smile.She offered a weak smile in return, but Woody could tell something else was bothering her.

"Are you okay?" He asked. She didn't respond for a minute.

"I can't believe I had to force Garret to leave." Jordan said as she crawled into bed.

"You did what you had to. " Woody replied as he did the same.

"I'm scared it wasn't enough." She said, the light of the bedside lamp glowing.

"It might not be. You might have to force him out. He has to admit he has a problem. Nothing will happen until then." He said frankly. Jordan knew that he was right. He'd dealt with addicts before.

"I know, but I should have realized sooner. If I hadn't been mad at him…" She said regretfully, nothing had been quite the same since their fight.

"He was hiding it. That's what addicts do. Jordan, this isn't on you."

Jordan's only response was an unconvinced glance

After a minute of silence. "I should have seen it. I owe it to him.

"Why, Jordan?" He asked. He knew they were close, but he didn't understand where this sense of responsibility was coming from.

"I never told you how I was going to be a thoracic surgeon."

It wasn't a question, but Woody shook his head in response.

Jordan recounted the story. To his credit, Woody just listened. His mouth opened wider when Jordan got to the part of the story where she mixed alcohol and sleeping pills and he shut his eyes when she told him that she flatlined.

"So, McCafferty might have saved my life, but Garret gave purpose to my life. I don't know who I would have become without him. I know I wouldn't be here with you right now." She explained.

"Then I guess I owe him too." He said pulling her into his arms and kissing her on the top of the head.

The next morning after Garret was released from the hospital Woody took his statement.

"Alright, can I go now?" Garret asked when they were done.

"There's just one more thing, Garret." Woody saw the look of surprise that passed over Garret's face when he called him by his first name. "You might not think it's my place, but I'm saying it anyway. You have a problem, and you need to deal with it."

"Woody, this isn't any of your business." Garret started.

"Really?" Woody countered.

"Just because you're sleeping with Jordan…"

Woody just scoffed at him.

" You want to drink yourself into a stupor, you want to ruin your career, that's up to you. You warned me a while back about hurting Jordan. I'm going to give you the same warning now. You have no idea how difficult this has been for her. And not just her, but everyone at the morgue. If that doesn't bother you, you have a problem."

Without another word, Woody got up and left Garret sitting by himself.

Woody's words stayed with him. He recounted them when they checked Abby into rehab and they echoed in his mind as he dumped the bottle of scotch down the drain of the break room.