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A/N: Here's another chapter. Updates might slow down a bit because I have a ton of marching band competitions coming up and I have to start applying for college. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.
Martina was amazed that Woll still got to keep his apartment while he was in prison. However, he had three desks. She wasn't sure which desk to look in. She looked in all three sets of top drawers until she found what she was looking for- a .22 handgun. She took it out of his desk and placed it into her pocket.
She was ready for whatever came her way at that hospital- including killing everyone in that room.
If anything, Lupo and Bernard were waiting for something to happen. They had no idea what to expect in that room. When they got there, Abbie lying there in a vegetative state made them really angry. Right now, however, they were on alert for anyone who could make them run through and finish her off as well as the two of them.
"So what happened?" asked Lupo.
"Abbie's head was smashed into a wall," answered Connie, who was at Abbie's bedside stroking her hair.
"Who did it?" asked Bernard.
"Who else?" spat Mike. Connie's eyes widened. She couldn't believe her ears. "She may be coming here with a gun right now. We don't know what she may do." He was pointing to the door. As he was pointing, Martina came inside.
She pulled a gun and pointed it in Abbie's direction. "No one move, or she dies," ordered Martina. "Drop your weapons," she ordered to the detectives who were about ready to draw them. "Drop them NOW!" They looked at the three lawyers, who nodded at them to drop their weapons.
Abbie didn't stir, even when Martina jabbed the gun at the side of Abbie's head. "Come on, Martina," ordered Lupo, "put the gun down before someone gets hurt."
"No," she said. She then changed her mind about shooting Abbie. She pointed her gun directly at Mike. Connie clasped her mouth. "I've decided to really get to you, Consuela. I've decided that Mike is important and in the way. Do you know how much you've broken Marcus's heart?"
"No, I can honestly say that I don't," whispered Connie.
"Oh, don't you?" snarled Martina. "You had no idea how much you crushed his pride."
"I had no idea," whispered Connie, "but I'm not sorry."
"Well, then you can kiss your lover good bye," said Martina. She had the trigger ready for pulling. Before she could pull the trigger, Lupo grabbed his gun that was sitting beside him (because Martina made the mistake of not asking for both their guns) and fired twice. The blood pooled around her body, which was an indicator that it was over.
Mike walked over and clapped Lupo on the shoulder. "Thanks," he whispered.
"Sure," Lupo whispered back.
Connie waited for Mike to leave. She didn't know whether she could chase Mike or let him go and let him decide what he wants. Instead, she threw her arms around Lupo and thanked him for saving Mike and Abbie. "I think you should go after him," mused Lupo. "You love him, don't you?"
"I do, but I don't know what he wants," admitted Connie. "If he wants to be with me, he'd say so."
"You don't need to wait," said a southern drawl behind them. Connie turned to look.
"You're out of it already?" asked Connie.
"It was an open ended coma," said Abbie, joking slightly.
Connie's eyes welded up with tears as she sat at Abbie's bedside again. She threw her arms around Abbie and hugged her tightly. "Someone's happy," she whispered as she returned Connie's hug.
"Shut up," ordered Connie.
Mike heard a twist of a door handle to his apartment. His heart felt a twinge of excitement as he waited to see who it was. He had a feeling it was Connie. It had to be. Who else had a key to his apartment?
When the door opened, in stepped a long-legged brunette. "Abbie's out of it," announced Connie.
"She was when she went in," said Mike, confused.
"I mean she's out of her coma," clarified Connie.
"Oh," said Mike, surprised at the fact. "That was fast."
"Yeah, it was," said Connie, sitting down. "There's something I want to clarify, though."
"What is it?" asked Mike, his heart sinking. He felt like she was beginning to reject him.
"Do you still want me?" asked Connie.
Mike raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe what she was asking him. Did he still want her? Of course. It was never implied that he was going to leave her. "I love you Connie," he said, sitting down beside her. "I still want you."
Connie threw herself at him. She kissed him as hard as she could. She couldn't help it- it has been so long since she could touch him. "I love you, too," whispered Connie. "I need you."
Mike obliged her by leading her into the bedroom and letting her explore him for a few hours. When they were done, he watched Connie fall asleep on his bare chest, grateful that she was okay and even more grateful that she was back in his arms.
He realized that Heaven opened up a light for him, and that Connie was his light.