Little idea about what I'm doing but don't let that put you of.
Told from Abbys POV
As I stepped out onto the busy Chicago street the icy blast of winter air cut through me instantly. Pulling my scarf tighter around my neck and stuffing my hands as far into my pockets as they would go, I began walking. Walking without thinking really. I didn't really need to think. I knew where I was going. Who I was going to.
Carter had phoned late last night. He sounded annoyingly happy. I had just finished a double shift he had the day of. I had spent the day with Weaver in an even pissier mood than usual (yup, honestly) Who wouldn't be happy?
The shrill ring of the phone had alarmed me and dashing for it and hitting my foot of the end of the bed had not helped my deposition much either.
"Hello," Carters sing-song voice echoed down the line, "And how are you on this fine winter evening?"
"Night Carter, it's a winter night and not that fine either." I answered some what callously.
"Ah Abigail as cheerful as ever."
"Is there a point to this delightful conversation," I asked sweetly, "Or do you just like the sound of my voice?"
I had just about woken up and had proceeded to the kitchen in search of caffeine.
Pause.
"Hello?"
I was getting impatient, the stupid coffee machine wasn't working and I had taking to banging it although not quite sure what this would accomplish.
"I need a favor," he said eventually.
I stopped banging.
"What sort of favor?" I asked suspiciously.
"The sort I can't ask over the phone as you would probably hang up in disgust so meet me at Doc Magoos tomorrow around nine?"
He said this quickly and in the one breath.
"You'll be there right?" he asked cautiously.
I sighed, "I'll be there, night Carter."
"Night Abby"
Giving up on the coffee I threw the phone on the couch and collapsed onto the joy that is my bed.
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This is my FIRST ever fan fic so please be gentle. All reviews welcome. Should I continue?
As I stepped out onto the busy Chicago street the icy blast of winter air cut through me instantly. Pulling my scarf tighter around my neck and stuffing my hands as far into my pockets as they would go, I began walking. Walking without thinking really. I didn't really need to think. I knew where I was going. Who I was going to.
Carter had phoned late last night. He sounded annoyingly happy. I had just finished a double shift he had the day of. I had spent the day with Weaver in an even pissier mood than usual (yup, honestly) Who wouldn't be happy?
The shrill ring of the phone had alarmed me and dashing for it and hitting my foot of the end of the bed had not helped my deposition much either.
"Hello," Carters sing-song voice echoed down the line, "And how are you on this fine winter evening?"
"Night Carter, it's a winter night and not that fine either." I answered some what callously.
"Ah Abigail as cheerful as ever."
"Is there a point to this delightful conversation," I asked sweetly, "Or do you just like the sound of my voice?"
I had just about woken up and had proceeded to the kitchen in search of caffeine.
Pause.
"Hello?"
I was getting impatient, the stupid coffee machine wasn't working and I had taking to banging it although not quite sure what this would accomplish.
"I need a favor," he said eventually.
I stopped banging.
"What sort of favor?" I asked suspiciously.
"The sort I can't ask over the phone as you would probably hang up in disgust so meet me at Doc Magoos tomorrow around nine?"
He said this quickly and in the one breath.
"You'll be there right?" he asked cautiously.
I sighed, "I'll be there, night Carter."
"Night Abby"
Giving up on the coffee I threw the phone on the couch and collapsed onto the joy that is my bed.
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This is my FIRST ever fan fic so please be gentle. All reviews welcome. Should I continue?