Jordan needs a quiet evening at home after a hard day, and Woody comes over to comfort her. He ends up letting her know exactly how he feels, and comfort soon turns to lives being changed forever.

**Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Crossing Jordan...this is just for fun, no money. Though, I have to say, it'd be really nice to bring Woody home with me! Lucky Jordan.

Chapter 1

Jordan was exhausted from a long day at the morgue. With a sigh, she poured herself a glass of wine and moved toward the bathroom to draw a bath and wash the day away. Sitting on the edge of the tub in her robe, she sipped her wine and watched the water as it filled the tub with her sudsy escape from stress. She closed her eyes and twisted her neck this way and that, trying to get out the kinks. When would this ever end? Every day she went in and found a battle that needed to be fought, a family who needed closure.

So lost in her thoughts was she that she didn't hear the door open.

Woody had heard from Macy about the infant death that Jordan had processed that day, and figured she'd need someone to lean on, even if she didn't think so.

He just wasn't prepared for what he saw…Jordan's bathroom could be seen from the front entry. She hadn't closed the door…and…she was about to take off her robe for a bath. He blinked. He was about to see everything he ever wanted to see. Clearly. He was so disappointed, but he had to announce his presence before she did that. He was here to comfort her, not send his own libido into overdrive.

"Jordan."

Jordan startled and turned, not realizing her robe was already loose enough to reveal quite a bit to a man who was having a hard time keeping his mind out of the gutter in the first place.

"Uh, Macy said you had a hard…ha…ah, difficult day…Jordan, could you…uh…" an increasingly speechless Woody just gestured toward her robe.

Jordan looked down and saw what had Woody so flustered. Her robe was revealing a good amount of cleavage. She looked up again and just shrugged. Suddenly the idea of a flustered Woody seemed like a real turn-on and she needed to blow off some steam.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before." She smiled her most charming smile, slipped the robe off and sank into the tub with a sigh. "Go ahead and grab…" she looked straight at him. "a glass of wine."

Woody couldn't move. He felt like he couldn't breathe. She was inviting him to come in, to have sex with her. Maybe it was just the stress of the day, maybe she was in one of her twisted moods and screwing with him. Either way, he couldn't take this. He had come here with the intent of comforting his friend. The woman he loved.

"Jordan. I can't do this. Don't…don't do this to me. If we…if…this happens, I'm not letting you go again. I will not let you go again. If I come any closer, so help me God, you are mine for the rest of my life. You won't be able to push me away." Woody didn't know where all of those words had come from, and he certainly hadn't planned to say any of it…but he found he really meant it.

She'd said she loved him at the crash sight, just before they were rescued. Then she'd backed away again, just like always. He found, in this moment, that he needed this to be finished. Either he was in or he was out.

He looked at her shocked face and started to back out of the apartment. He figured he had just lost her for good. At least now he knew.