Watching Them

by Rockifer

1. Most of the characters of this fic are the property of Warner Brothers, NBC, Michael Cricheton, John Wells, etc. Please do not sue us for their use, we are making no profit.
2. This story is roughly cannon up to season ten but then diverges from the show, and is set about six years later. Most of what has happened in that time becomes clear in the first few chapters.

How I Died

It was Susan Lewis, my best friend, who discovered my body that night. I had been dead then for close to an hour, but she still had to try, she and nearly the entire ER staff. Who could blame them, if it had been me that found the body of a coworker locked, blindfolded, bound, and gagged in a closet, I would have done the same thing. They worked for another hour before the realization finally hit them.

"Time of death 23:08," I heard Luka call defeated, even though they all knew I didn't stand a chance when they brought me in. Hell I hadn't taken a breath in an hour. If they got my heart started again, brain damage was more then just a possibility. No thank you. Nobody spoke, nobody moved for a good three minutes, it was Susan who did it. She suddenly turned an interesting shade of green and bolted out the door, not bothering to shed her trauma gear, my blood still on it.

She ran to the bathroom, and barely managed to make it into a stall, her stomach losing whatever she had last put into it.

"Susan," it wasn't a question, wasn't a demand, but a voice that told Susan that everyone was there for her. Sam held back her hair as the vomiting continued, rubbing her back, but not knowing what to say. "Susan," Sam finally spoke after a good ten minutes, as Luka entered, not caring that it was the ladies restroom "Susan, we need to call Sean."

Sean Jennings, my husband, the father of my triplets, that's right three of them. All boys, identical boys at that, Jack, Toby, and Jacob, five years old and now without their mother. They were currently upstairs in the nursery, safe from the evil that had taken my life. As long as Sean and my boys are safe, I'll be fine. I'm always fine. Hell, I'm dead and I'm saying I'm fine.

"Someone needs to go to the boys," Susan suggested, somewhat regaining her composure. Thank you Susan. "We need to make sure they're okay." Luka nodded and stepped out, grabbing one of the multiple security guards that was now swarming the ER, after all, another doctor had been murdered, I had been murdered. The security guard spoke something into his radio and immediately three of his men ran past, on their way to the nursery.

I wanted to stay with Susan and my coworkers, and go with security to get my children How could I do both? I knew they were safe, that they had not been harmed. That they were fast asleep. Finally , I decided to follow security, I wanted to see my children again. Susan went with the guards to get my boys.

"Hello Dr. Lewis," the nursery attendant smiled, obviously unaware of what was going on just floors below. She took a second glance and noticed the security guards with her. "Dr. Lewis, are you alright?"

"The Jennings' triplets, where are they?" she managed to get out.

"Right over here, they're all asleep," she nodded in the direction of the beds where the boys were asleep. "Is everything okay Dr. Lewis?"

Susan took a deep breath and walked over to my boys, relieved to find out that they were just fine, had not been harmed, not like their mother. "No. Dr. Lockhart," yes, I kept my last name, don't ask me why, I just did. "Abby's gone." she stopped, "Their mother was murdered." a sharp gasp came from all the nursery room attendants, many already had tears in their eyes. They all knew me, I took my kids to the nursery nearly everyday. "May I use your phone?" she asked, still watching over my boys. I don't know how Susan is doing this, I know I never would have been able to. Maybe it's because she's still in shock?

"Yes, its right over there,"

Susan nodded and went over to the phone, the security guards had positioned themselves right outside the door, in case he came back. She dialed my husband's number into the phone and waited.

"Agent Jennings," he answered. Yes, that's right, my husband is a special agent with the FBI, wait not just an agent, but I'll explain that later.

"Hi Sean, its Susan," she was desperately holding back the tears, she didn't want to do this.

"Hi Susan," did anything clue him in? Why would my best friend be calling him, unless something was wrong? "How are you?"

"Sean, um," she paused, how was she going to tell him that his wife was dead. "You need to get down to County now."

"Susan, I'm in Dallas, I can try and get there, but it will take a few hours. Why?" he said, still not getting what Susan was trying to convey. At that point I wanted to hit him with that damn gun he carried everywhere, read between the lines Sean! I know if my someone called a thousand miles away and telling me that I needed to get to wherever Sean was, I would be there in a heartbeat.

"It's Abby, Sean."

"Is she okay?" he said after a few moments of silence, maybe he realized, maybe, somehow, he already knew.

"No. She... She passed away about an hour ago." oh here we go, she was about to tell one of Chicago's most powerful and respected FBI agents that his wife had been violently murdered. "Sean," I could hear Susan's voice cracking with each syllable, "Abby...Sean, Abby was murdered" Susan uttered the last words with extreme swiftness, before lowering her head.

"I'm on my way," that was it, then a click. My husband was always calm and collected, its what kept him alive in the field. I don't know if it hurt me that he didn't seem shocked by my death, that he didn't yell or scream, well at least to Susan. When he got back to Chicago, I'm sure he would have a word with a few of his men.

More to come, reviews are appreciated but will not determine the course of the story.