I thought the season finale ROCKED! It opened up so many possibilities for Season V. Unfortunately, we'll have to wait several months to see how the story plays out. In the meantime, there is always fan fiction!

This story will probably be fairly similar to my story "Touch and Go." Both of them are about Woody getting shot and being less than friendly to Jordan when he wakes up, but I think some of the issues dealt with will be different.

Regardless, I hope you will enjoy it! Here's the first, short chapter!


It was past eleven when she finally dragged herself home. They had all stood frozen, looking at the elevator doors, expecting them to open and for Garret to walk out again, but of course, he didn't.

She drove toward home in a numbed silence. When she found herself driving by the hospital where Woody lay, she stopped. She got as far as the parking garage and sat there for some time before starting the car back up and heading home to her empty apartment.

She had not been able to erase the sensations of the last few days from her mind: the way the floor seemed to open and swallow her up when the call came about Woody, the feel of her lips against his damp cheek as they wheeled him into surgery, the brush of his fingers as he roughly pulled his hand from hers, the cold sound of his voice as he dismissed her from his room and his life. Get out of here. Now.

How had it come to this? She had somehow envisioned this moment differently.

"Please don't leave. Please don't leave me," she had whispered to him, her voice shaking with emotion. "I need you. I need you."

While he was in surgery, she had prayed for the first time in her adult life, and he had survived. But now he was gone anyway. It had taken that moment: the full, icy shock of fearing the worst to make her realize the intensity of her feelings. It seemed like the plot of a twisted O. Henry story: just as she realized how much she wanted him, he no longer wanted her.

The phone rang once as she finally drifted to sleep. She grabbed for it, hoping it would be Woody asking her to return to his bedside. It was a wrong number, and she cried a fresh shower of tears before turning the light out again and curling up into a ball.

She dreaded work the next morning under the new regime. People moved around the hall, zombie-like. She had just sat down at her desk and clicked on her computer when Lily poked her head in the door and handed her a piece of paper.

"Here, Jordan. Memo to all employees," Lily groaned.

"Great..." Jordan said scanning the page. "Employees can no longer send or receive personal emails, or we will face immediate termination. Big Brother is watching." She crumpled the paper and tossed it into her waste paper basket.

Lily snorted and took a step into the room. Her voice dropped with concern. "How's Woody? Any news?"

Jordan began to fumble with her pencils. "I wouldn't know."

Lily bent over her desk with concern. "What happened, Jordan?"

Jordan shrugged and batted at the spontaneous tears that had popped into her eyes. "I went to see him after he woke up from surgery, and he threw me out. He said the only reason I was there was because I felt sorry for him."

"So, what did you do?"

"Well...I left."

"You left?" Lily looked at her, wide-eyed.

"What was I supposed to do?"

Lily's palms fell against her thighs in exasperation. "Jordan, he's scared. He's in pain. He's not sure if he'll ever walk again. He doesn't have any idea what he's saying. You can't just..."

"Look." Jordan held her hands up. "I really don't want to get into this. For all we know, Slocum's got the room bugged, and we'll get the boot for having private conversations while on duty," she spat.

"OK, I'm sorry," Lily said. "It's just...We all see it here. You guys light up when you're together. It can't end this way, Jordan. Woody needs you now more than ever. Don't walk away from him." And then she added in a small, gentle voice. "Woody wouldn't walk away from you, would he?"

And she knew Lily was right. As many times as she had pushed him away, as many times as she had tested his patience to the limit, he had come back.

She let herself cry for a minute after Lily left her office, but she dried her eyes before anyone could see her there. It wouldn't be easy, but she would do it. She would go back to the hospital. There were so many reasons not to go back: her pride, her wounded ego, a heart that she wasn't sure could take another breaking.

But he was worth it. The clock dragged on until noon when she finally slipped out of the office for lunch and headed for the hospital.

She would not walk out on him. She would fight.