When the warehouse doors burst open everyone looked up. It was one of those scenes you can't look away from no matter how much you want to or how much you feel as if you should.

"Woody!" Her voice sought him out with desperation. He tried to make his way around the paramedics but they seemed to have built a wall around her.

"Jordan!" He shouted to her, moving his head around the closest shoulder trying to get a better look at her face. "I'm here Jordan, I'm right here."

"Woody, Don't leave." He cringed inwardly at her words moving frantically in the other direction hoping to get where she could see him. "Please."

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." He called to her, desperately trying to reassure her weak voice. "I'm not going anywhere."

The mob of people attending to her finally stopped moving in front of the ambulance. He pushed the first non-paramedic he saw out of the way and pressed into the circle. Her eyes widened when she saw him, her arm grabbing the front of his shirt. He pulled her fingers off and meshed them with his own, pulling them to his mouth and kissing them.

"Woody.." Her voice held a frantic tone he knew he'd heard only one time before. In a moment like this, almost a year ago. She tried to lift herself up towards him, cringing in pain as one of the paramedic's pressed her back to the stretcher.

"Hold still, Jordan! Hold still!" He ordered bringing his other hand to her head.

"Please don't leave me." She whispered breathlessly.

"I-." He slammed his eyes shut and cursed under his breath. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Detective?" One of the paramedics turned to face him. Woody swore if this guy was going to tell him to leave he was going to hit him. "Watch your step." Woody down at the ledge of the ambulance before looking back at Jordan.

"I have to let go, Sweetheart, just for a minute." He told her quickly. "I'm not going anywhere." He pulled his hand away and grabbed onto the handle on the rig, pulling himself up next to the other paramedic who had crawled in backwards and was now helping move her in. He grimaced at the way she cried out in pain as the stretcher clattered onto the floor of the ambulance. He watched her eyes shift around her taking in each face working intently over her body, looking for his.

"He's right here, Honey." The tall willowy female paramedic, who's job it was to monitor her vitals, turned Jordan's head slightly towards him. Her arm reached back for him and he grasped her hand again even tighter than before.

"Woody I need you to know that I-."

"I know Jordan." He told her quickly. "I do." The paramedic leaned to the right and pulled Woody closer after fastening an oxygen mask around her face. Woody put his free hand on her head, pushing back damp pieces of hair that were matted there.

"Jordan? Do you have any medical conditions we should know about? Any medications?" The woman asked her producing a pen and clip board from her side.

"What?" Jordan asked absently, looking from her to Woody.

"No." Woody answered for her. "She's perfectly healthy."

"Except for whole falling two stories thing.." She breathed finally comprehending the question.

"Is there anyway you could be pregnant?" The woman said absently holding the pen over the paper.

Jordan's eyes shot to Woody. He watched her think.

"I-. I don't-. Has it been a month?" She asked him suddenly desperate.

"Jordan it's been ten weeks." He felt the air leave his lungs quickly making a tight vacuum feeling around his chest.

"Is that a yes?" The woman asked looking from Jordan to Woody.

"Oh my God." Jordan started to cry harder now, her other hand coming up to the one he had on her head.

"Yes." Woody choked the words out before forcing his lungs to re-inflate. The woman looked at him remorsefully.

"Mark?" Another one of the paramedic's looked up at her. "I need you to check for vaginal bleeding. Suspected pregnancy."

Unsuspected. Woody thought to himself, feeling Jordan's fingers squeezing his. Completely and stupidly unsuspected.

The third paramedic reached for a white box and pulled out a piece of equipment while Medic Mark Cut through Jordan's blue jeans.

"Clear." The man reported Woody looked between the two of them.

"I have a viable heart rate on the Doppler." Paramedic number three reported. Woody looked down at the thing he had against Jordan's stomach. He could still hear her crying. "Here, Listen, Mom , listen."

Woody watched him turn the dial until a rhythmic swooshing noise filled the cab of the ambulance. He looked down at Jordan, her eyes were clamped shut, tears slipping quickly out the sides as her shoulders shook.

"What's that mean?" He asked quickly looking at the woman beside him.

"That means your baby's still alive, Detective." She told him bluntly. Woody looked back at Jordan.

"Shhh.. Shh. Hold still." He told her softly rubbing his thumb across her forehead. "It's going to be fine. Everything's fine." He kissed her forehead watching her bite her lip. The swooshing continued. Woody held onto it with everything he had.

"DR. M!" Woody's anguished cry rang through the ER. Garret found him in the crowd and rushed to his side. "They.. She's.."

"Woody woody calm down." He ordered. "Is there internal bleeding.?"

"I don't know. I don't-" He shook her head. "They're doing some kind of scan now."

"CT or MRI?"

"I don't know. Doctor Macy-."

"Was she conscious?"

"Yes. Dr. M-."

"Was she bleeding? Was there-."

"Garret!" Woody yelled, Macy looked at him. "She's pregnant."

Garret blinked back in surprise, his mouth slipping open.

"How.. Long has she known?" Woody looked at his watch.

"Fifteen minutes."

"How far along."

"The Inn." Woody said not caring who knew what anymore.

"She's.. that was.. She'd be.." Woody waited for him to do the math. "She's twelve weeks pregnant."

"It was only ten weeks ago."

"I know but-." He looked at Woody shaking his head. "That's just how they do it. She's twelve weeks."

"Dr. M? I was there. It was ten weeks ago."

"Woody!" He yelled, now was not a time for the discussion between gestational and fetal age. "Did they get a heart beat?"

"In the ambulance." Woody nodded suddenly looking more lost than Garret could have expected, it wasn't just Jordan at risk. It was their child too. He ran his hand through his hair. Garret put his hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"There's a heart beat Woody. That's all you need to know right now." The younger man nodded. His eyes shoooing up to the woman walking towards him.

"Detective Hoyt?"