He sat at his desk, running his fingers through his hair, willing the tears not to spill over his eyes. Seeing Jordan was even harder than he had innitially thought. And he hadn't even talked to her. Just being in the same room as her made him want to sweep her up in his arms, hold her, and never let her go. But no matter how much he wanted her, Woody still found a way to make his voice sound bitter and cold when he talked to her. Distant. And the look in her eyes when he said hello, it was as if something died in her. It was killing him.

Jordan sat in her office, willing herself not to think of the last time her and Woody had talked. She took deep, steading breaths, trying not to loose her composure. She was about to get up and find Lily, someone to talk to, when a knock came to her door. "Come in." she found herself saying. Bug pushed open the door and walked into her tiny office.

"Macy's handing out assignments. He wants you there." Bug said simply.

"I'll be right there." Jordan replied. Bug left the room leaving Jordan to her thoughts. After a minute of brooding, she got up and left, finding Garret, Lily, Bug and Nigel all standing in a circle.

"Jordan, nice of you to join us." Garret said scarcastically.

"Ya ya. What do ya got for me?" she asked him.

"Bug I want you and Nigel in with me, John Doe found naked in a housing development, beaten to a pulp with a blunt object. Jordan, 24-year old pharmacist found dead in an alley. Possibly a cereal killer. You're familiar with the Denton case two years ago?" Garret asked her.

"Ya. Female found in an alley, no apparent cause of death, wallet still in her pocket. Killer was ever found," Jordan relpied.

"Exactly," Garret said. "You're meeting Woody in the alley where she was found, behind Valehoe's Bar." he finished.

"Bug I'll trade you. You can have the possible cereal killer, I'll take the John Doe in the development." Jordan said, trying her best to avoid Woody.

"Nice try Jordan. This may have worked last time but not now. Besides, you're familiar with the case, I want you on it." Garret said, completly taking the wind out of her sails. "Woody's already there. I suggest you hurry up." And without another word, Garret left, leaving the four to exchage looks.

"Don't worry luv." Nigel said, trying to comfort her. "It'll be fine."

Jordan just looked at him, not buying a word about what he was saying. She sighed, then walked down the hall to her office, grabbed her coat, and left the three of them still standing there, watching her leave in a flurry. Jordan took the elevator down to the parking garage, got into her car, and drove haistily to Valehoe's Bar. She pulled up, seeing Woody's car parked across the street.She got out, wrapping her coat tighter around her body and followed the dimly lit path to the back of the bar. It was dingy, one street lap situated in the far corner, garbage bins overflowing with trash. It had the dinstinct smell of cat food and old shoes. Not remotly impressive. She saw Woody bent down over something sprawled over some garbage bags, Jordan assumed it could only be the victim. She slowly made her way over to him, careful not to startle him.

"How's it going?" her attepmt was frutile. Woody jumped when he heard her voice.

"Jordan, hey. It's going." His voice was still cold, though Jordan noticed that it wasn't as bitter as it was the last time. Suddenly his voice was very professional. "Twenty four year old female, no apparent cause of death, wallet still in her pocket, ID, money, credit cards, everything still there. Definatly not robbery." he told her. "Garret mentioned it being exactly like a case the morgue had two years ago."

"Ya it was. It wasn't my case but I'm familiar with it." Jordan said, trying to keep her tone casual. "I'm gonna do a walk around the perimiter. I'll be right back."

"I'll send an officer to go with you," Woody offered.

"No it's fine. I'll be ok." Jordan said, not wanting any help from him.

"Jordan..."

"Woody I'll be fine." she said. And then she left. Jordan followed the narrow path back out onto the dank street and went to the door of the bar that was roped off. After a quick examination, she moved to the other side of the bar where there was a little nook. Jordan bent down and sifted through the rubble that was burried under a mound of dirt. Suddenly, she felt the familiar touch of the cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of her neck.

"Get up," a gruff voice said. Jordan slowly stood up. "Don't turn around and don't say a word." he said.

"You know there's a whole task force just on the other side of the bar. Are you stupid?" she asked.

"I told you not to say a word!" With a rough movement, he spun her around and dragged her over to the sidewalk where a car was waiting. She tried to scream but his hand made its way to her mouth and clamped it shut. There was a momentary second where his hand left her mouth to open the car door and Jordan took full advantage.

"Woody! Hel..." she was cut off mid sentence but she had screamed loud enough to get the attention of the detective who was still bent over the body. He got up and bolted to the front, hoping to god that he wasn't to late for whatever trouble she had gotten herself into this time. He ran, hell-bent, to the front of the bar, just in time to see Jordan being shoved into the back of a car, a gun pressed to her head.

"Jordan," he yelled, desperate not to let the go. But by the time he had made it to the sidewalk, the car had already pulled away from the crub and was cruising down the street at an amazing pace. He just had time to catch a glipse of her face which was gazing out the back window, pleading for him to save her. But before he knew it, the car was gone, and never, ever, would he forget the look of fear burned into her eyes.