I've finally posted. Im so sorry for the wait. This is the final chapter for this story and i hope it brings it together nicely. Its all from Jordan's POV so i hope that works.Thanks to everyone who reviewed. You've all been so great and i was suprised at all the positive feedback.

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Chapter 10

Jordan stood next to Detective Seely staring at the building in front of her. She was wringing her hand together nervously…a gesture she wasn't fully aware of. Voices could be heard through the radio in Seely's hand and gunshots echoed in the night sky. The minutes had passed byagonizingly slow ever since the team had gone in, and Jordan thought that she might scream if they didn't come out soon.

She drew in a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm. She should be used to this kind of thing…she was a cop's daughter after all. She remembered trying to stay awake in bed, waiting for her father to return home late at night. She knew that when she was younger her mother was there with her, but Jordan remembered the times when she was alone much more clearly. The house would be empty and cold…every little noise echoing off the walls. By then she was used to being alone, and was very capable of looking after herself. However, she would always feel that little bit better when her father would walk through the door. Jordan almost scoffed out loud at this thought. It was funny how things change.

She was suddenly jerked away from her thoughts by the feel of Seely's hand clasping tightly around hers, stoppingher nervous movements. She looked over at him, slightly annoyed, to find that he looked almost as nervous as she was.

"He'll be ok" he said in an attempt to comfort her. Unfortunately for both of them his people skills were something that needed improving on.

Jordan lowered her head, her eyes being drawn to the drying stain on her shirt. He would be ok. She repeated it over and over inside her head as she stared at his blood. She wanted to look away…but at the same time she couldn't. As if she needed to keep reminding herself what was at risk…who was at risk. It wasn't until she closed her eyes that she noticed that the noise had stopped.

There was no loud yelling, no scramble of hurried feet, no shots being fired…no voices on the radio. Just silence. Jordan's heartbeat jumped and then doubled at the sudden silence. There was no way that the ceasing of all sound was a good sign.

"What happened?" she asked, the worrying coming out clearly in her voice. If she hadn't been so scared for Woody's life she would have kicked herself for sounding so shaky.

"I…ah...I don't know." Seely answered. He was momentarily disorientated before he refocused and turned his attention toward the radio in his hand. Jordan had seen many detectives do the same thing over the years, and she was impressed by Seely's degree of composure. The man may have been an asshole, but he was going to make a great detective one day.

"What's going on in there?" Seely asked into the radio and then waited for a reply. When none came he asked again, but only received the unnerving sound of static. He shot a look Jordan's way that told her things weren't good, before he walked away slightly and continued talking into the radio.

Jordan also turned away as the prickling of tears started to develop behind her eyes. She could feel the water sitting on her bottom eyelids and her vision became blurry. She turned her head up toward the sky and blinked a couple of times in a desperate attempt to keep the tears inside.

Maybe this was it. Maybe someone was going to walk out of that building and tell her that Woody wouldn't be following. That he was…No. Woody was fine. He was going to walk out of that building and then...what? Jordan shook her head slightly as she realized how stupid of her it was to be so hopeful. She had no reason to believe that Woody was what she needed…that she was what Woody needed. He would be better off without her, that she knew for certain. She should have never let him get this close…maybe then she wouldn't be near crying. She didn't need him, she didn't need anyone… But she would give anything to see him walk out that door.

People started emerging from the building, noise once again filling the air. Seely walked back over to stand beside her, as if he were taking up his post. For some reason he thought that he was supposed to stand there. Jordan stared at him for a moment before asking the obvious.

"What's going on?" her voice was steady this time, and slightly forceful, although she didn't mean it to be.

"I'm not completely sure. The radio connection was bad" he answered, not looking at her "But we got these guys…and a whole lotta evidence to bring them down" Jordan nodded silently and turned back towards the warehouse.

"I meant…I meant what's going on with Woody" she couldn't look at him while she asked this. She was afraid that she answer may cause her to burst into tears…and to break down in front of Seely was the last thing she needed.

He looked over at her then, a despairing frown on his face. He looked away when he caught her eye and swallowed before answering.

"I don't know" he said quietly before masking on the false optimism for her sake "But I'm sure his just fine" He walked away then to talk to the first of his team to come out. Jordan was glad…his presence hadn't been that comforting, in fact it had been downright annoying.

She watched the huge doors of the warehouse as people continued to appear. She saw men being dragged out in handcuffs by the officers, most of them yelling and struggling to get free. They were all being lead passed her and locked away in the back of cop cars. As one of the men passed her his eyes widened in recognition. He had seen her. The glare he gave her next sent shivers down her spine, and she could have sworn that he had mouthed 'I'll get you' in her direction.

Jordan turned away a focused on the crowd forming in front of her, Her eyes automatically started scanning for Woody. Even after everything that had happened she couldn't let go of the hope. Everybody seemed to be walking out of there except for him. She was getting more anxious every second that she had to wait for him to appear. It was what she saw last, though, that really shook her up.

Three body bags. Each being pushed out on a hospital trolley. She kept telling herself that none of them were him...they can't be. But if they weren't then why was he taking so long to come out? Why wasn't he here beside her now? Why had he been taken away? She should never had left him alone.

Her hands were shaking, but no tears came. The realization that he could be dead hit her hard… and she was in so much shock that she almost didn't see him walk out the door.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his figure. Partly because she couldn't believe it was him, and partly because of the wounds he had gained. Another officer was supporting him as he limped toward the crowd. The bandage on his hand was missing, and the cuts could be clearly seen. His eyebrow had been split open and blood had run down the side of he face. He looked tired and dirty…and he still clung onto his gun in his unwounded hand.

Jordan drew in a rigid breath as she started quickly towards him. An unusual sense of relief and urgency took over her body. She was aware of noting else but the fact that he was ok and that she had to get to him.

Woody hadn't noticed her. He was scanning the crowd but his eyes never found her. When Jordan was close enough she called out. The sound of her voice caused his head to snap up. She dodged the people and called out his name again as his eyes finally found her. And there it was. That look in his eyes that she had seen so many times. A look that told her so much. A look that comforted her and scared her all at the same time. A look that made her realize just how much he meant to her.

A split second latter she was in his arms. His footing faulted slightly and his gun dropped to the groundat the force of her body coming into contact with his. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his went securely around her waist, the warmth of his embrace taking her over.

"Jordan" he whispered in a tone that mirrored the desperation, anxiety and relief that she was feeling all at once. He pulled her closer and placed a soft kiss on the side of her head. She closed her eyes and breathed him in. He was here. He was safe.

He was only in his arms for a moment before he was dragged away towards an ambulance, but a moment was all that it took. In that moment she realized that she wasn't afraid of that look anymore. In that moment she realized that she wanted him this close. In that moment she realized that she needed him.

And in that moment she let herself cry.