Angels Wept

Thank you for all the reviews that have been sent.

Many of you hated me for killing off the girls!

May I take this opportunity to remind you that this story is listed as a Tragedy and I hope you will take this with a pinch of salt.

Please remember that this is all fiction... No Connor/Abby/Danielle/Nicola's were hurt during the writing of this story.

Hugs have been passed onto Connor and Poor Abby who couldn't even be at her daughters' funerals.

Tissues at the ready...

Nurses rushed to Abby's side and a stretcher was brought in. She was rushed away to the emergency section.

He turned to look at Jack.

"I hope you're bloody happy now! You've destroyed the only hope she had. She was alive because she thought the girls were alive!" Connor shook with rage. "I purposely didn't tell Abby about the girls because the Doctors had told me that this would happen!" Connor shouted at Jack.

"Get out of here Jack! It's obvious you're not wanted!" Becker spat through gritted teeth.

Connor pulled away from Becker as Jack left. He sank into a chair.

"Can today get any worse?" Connor shuddered, hoping that Abby would be OK.

Becker, Jess and Jenny waited by Connor's side for news on Abby's condition. The feeling of uselessness returned to Connor as he struggled with not only the loss of his daughters but with the dreadful feeling that he could lose Abby too. Jess rang Sadhana at the ARC and asked her to pass the message on.

Three hours later, a medic dressed in green scrubs came to see them. He had blood splattered across his clothes. Connor stood up as he approached. He took in the blood stains, and hoped that it wasn't Abby's.

"Mr Temple?" Connor nodded gravely and gulped. The man's serious approach did not bode well. The medic pulled off his headwear before he spoke.

"Abigail Temple," he paused to look Connor in the eye. "Your wife?"

Anxiety began to fill Connor and he felt weak at the knees. He took a deep breath and he nodded slowly.

"We took her into surgery; one of her ribs broke completely and punctured her lung." He took a deep breath. "We tried very hard to save her..."

Jenny and Jess rushed to Connor's side as his knees gave way beneath him. They helped him into a chair.

"No, no, no..." Connor mumbled. He composed himself before looking into the medics eyes. The medic waited until he was sure that Connor would be able to handle himself. He returned Connors gaze and then told him the worst.

"I'm extremely sorry to tell you tell your wife passed away earlier."

Connor didn't hear anything else the medic said. That one last sentence ran round and round in his head.

Becker's hands fisted by his sides, he watched as the medic bowed his head, turned and left. He slowly turned to look at his long time friend. What surprised him was not his broken pose, but the lack of emotion from the man who, on this day had just buried his daughters and also lost his the love of his life.

Jenny and Jess shook Connor out of his stupor.

"Huh...? What...?" Connor looked at Jenny absently. Becker, Jess and Jenny were too stunned for words, the experience of having been to the funerals and then being here with Connor while the Doctor told him of Abby's death, having a huge effect on all of them.

Then Connor did something that surprised all of them. He took a deep breath and stood up.

"Well, come on then, we've got to get back to work... Lester will go mad if he catches us here!" And with a smile he strode out of the hospital as if nothing had happened.

Connor locked himself away in his lab and threw himself into his work. He picked up various gadgets he had been working on and diligently tinkered away at them.

For three days he carried on like this, not stopping for food, coffee being his only form of sustenance. The team watched in dismay as he did this. He wasn't even grieving properly.

Until Becker could stand it no more. He went into Lester's office with Jess behind him.

They spoke for a moment about Connor and how he refused to acknowledge anything that was being said about Abby.

"It's as if Abby has never existed for him. He's shut it out completely. I'm worried about him." Becker spoke to Lester.

"I have noticed... He's thrown himself into his work... He hasn't left the building in the last three days... He has not even been home." Lester replied.

"He needs something to bring him back to reality." Becker stated.

"I can arrange for a false anomaly alert to sound, one that takes him to his home. It might just jog his memory." Jess interjected.

"Sounds like a good idea"

"Set it up Jess!" Lester ordered.

An hour later, after the Anomaly Alert alarm had sounded, Becker, Matt, Emily and Connor were outside Connor's house. Becker watched him intently, he and Matt exchanged glances. Becker didn't have time to tell Matt of his plan and hoped that he would get a chance to say something.

Becker watched as Connor looked at his car recognition registering on his face. So far, so good, Becker mouthed to Matt "Need to talk-to you". He hoped Matt was good at lip reading.

Connor frowned as something registered in his brain. He dug his hands into his pockets and pulled out a set of keys. He tried them in the front door lock and was somewhat confused when the door opened. Gingerly he stepped inside, glancing back to Becker, who nodded for him to go in.

Becker stood in the hall as Connor went into the living room. He beckoned Matt, and told him about the false alarm that had been set up. Suddenly they heard a very long, loud, low, pitiful sound coming from the living room. Becker quickly glanced at Matt before going in.

He found Connor kneeling on the floor, bent double in agony, clutching a photograph. Tears sprang into his eyes as he watched his friend relive the agony of the previous weeks.

It was now that everything caught up with Connor, and he sobbed...

He sobbed for his precious Danni.

He sobbed for his gorgeous Nikki.

He sobbed for his beloved wife, Abby.

They were gone.

All of them had gone.

Poor Connor was all alone with only his friends for company.

I would like to thank Lovingthis for her unwavering help with this...

This story may not be to everyone's liking, but I still like hearing what you thought.

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