I'M BACK! Hello readers, how was everyones 4th of July? Small confession on my part... I've had this chapter done for around a week and just got around to posting it. :( SORRY! Let's all forgive me and enjoy.

I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any of the characters from the movie.

ENJOY!

The voices where the first things that registered to Abby, followed shortly by the siring pain that covered most of her body. Her head felt as if someone had dropped a cinderblock on it, and the rest of her felt as if it where covered in cement. She lay completely still, praying the pain would leave if she didn't move.

"How long has she been like this?" a familiar voice asked; to Abby it sounded a thousand miles away.

"Four hours," another familiar voice responded. Abby swore she knew who these voices belonged to, she just couldn't place them. Slowly, she opened her eyes to stare around the room to which she was occupying.

It was a small room, it only contained a small metal bed, a dresser next to it, a nightstand which held a lap, and two chairs by the wall across from her. Abby blinked a few times, then clearly noticed whose voices she had heard.

"Quick question," she croaked, causing the figures to jump. Abby smirked slightly, then winced as the pain in her neck increased. "I'm not dead yet, so why are you all wearing black?" Melissa smiled, standing up from her chair and walking over to Abby, Emily and Nessa following closely behind her. They all were adorned in black gowns with their hair in buns, so they all looked like they were attending a funeral, except for Nessa who always wore dark colors.

"God Abby, you scared the hell out of us," Nessa explained as she sat down on the edge of the bed, careful to avoid Abby's feet. She smirked and shrugged as much as her pain-ridden shoulders would allow.

"I try," she crocked again, before clearing her throat. She looked at each of her silent friends and sighed. All of their eyes were red rimmed, showing they had spent most of the last four hours crying.

"You're in a hospital bed and you're making jokes?" Emily asked, raising her eyebrow slightly. Abby shrugged again.

"I'm not dead so," she trailed off. The girls remanded silent for a moment, as if looking for a reason to talk. Finally Melissa, who had been unusually quite up to this point, cleared her throat.

"What happened, Abby?" she asked slowly. Abby sighed and closed her eyes, trying to remember the details as clearly as possible.

"We were at the wharf, Watson, Holmes, and I." Her eyes rushed open and she leaned forward slightly. "Holmes and Watson, are they ok?" she asked urgently. Nessa nodded slowly, as if she was unsure. Abby wanted more reassurance so she turned toward Melissa, knowing she would get the truth. Melissa sighed and rubbed her eyes, before turning back toward Abby.

"Watson is fine. He's in a room down the hall with Mary and the doctor. He's the reason you're here, in the Veteran's Hospital. He has a few deep cuts in his upper back and a broken arm." Abby nodded slowly, then eyed her seriously.

"And Dad?" Melissa sighed again, her expression turning grave.

"No one has seen him Abby, thought, there is a warrant out for his arrest." Abby took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Millions of thoughts flew through her head at once: Was Holmes ok? And if he was, where was he? And if he wasn't, where was he?

"I'm sure he's fine Abby," Emily said quickly, bringing her back into reality. She nodded slowly, trying to believe her. She sighed, before continuing her story.

"Anyway, we were there because we had a lead on a case, and we saw a boat going away from the wharf." She went flying forward, then gasped in pain as her vision dimmed for a moment. Nessa had jumped off the bed, and everyone stared at Abby with wide eyes. Abby closed her eyes and grabbed her now throbbing head.

"Are you ok Abby?" Melissa asked quickly.

"Should we go get the doctor?" Emily asked. Abby shook her head slowly.

"No, I'm fine." She opened her eyes and stared at her friends. They all stared at her, then one by one began to relax. "Did David show up by chance?"

"Yeah, he and Will are out waiting in the hall right now," Melissa said. Emily walked over to the door and said something into the hall. Suddenly, David and Will ran into the room and where kneeling on either side of her bed. She smiled at Will, then just stared at David.

"Abby, you have no idea how scared I was," David said quickly. Abby stared at him.

"I bet you were," she said coldly. She turned back toward Will and looked into his green eyes.

"Patricia made this for you," he explained, handing her a small Get-Well Soon card made out of newspaper. Abby chuckled and smiled.

"I love it. Tell her thanks." Will ran his fingers through his thick brown hair and smiled slightly.

"I also got you these," he said, pulling a bouquet of pansies up off the floor. Abby gasped, she hadn't seen him bring them in. She grabbed then and brought them to her nose, inhaling their sweet scent. She smiled brightly and looked back at her best friend.

"Thank you Will." He smiled and nodded. David cleared his throat, causing Abby to turn back toward him.

"I got you this," he said, pulling a pearl necklace out of his pocket. Abby stared at its cold surface and sighed. He stood up and helped put it on. The cold, small pearls burned the cuts that lined Abby's collarbone. She looked up and stared at David, who smiled back.

"Could you guys give us a minute?" Abby asked the group, not taking her eyes off of David. No one said a word, they all just stood and walked slowly out of the room, Nessa closing the door behind her.

"I am so happy you are ok darling," David said, leaning down to kiss her forehead, but Abby pushed him away. He stood straight and stared at her, his eyebrows raised.

"Why were you there?" Abby asked coldly. David pursed his lips and continued to stare at her.

"Where?" he asked, his voice flat and emotionless.

"At the wharf. You were on the boat with Blackwood." David eyes grew cold. He shook his head and chuckled.

"Sweetheart, you hit your head when you fell. I wasn't there." Abby stared at him, her eyes aflame with anger.

"Why are you lying? I saw you in the slaughter house and on the boat. I shot at you David," she emphasized. David glared at her, his eyes growing slightly angry.

"No you didn't, because I wasn't there," he said coldly. Abby leaned forward and moved her feet so they where on the floor. Ignoring the serious pain that now flooded her body, she pulled herself up and looked David in the eye.

"Look at me David. I'm lucky to be alive; I have cuts covering almost every inch of my body." David looked her up and down and nodded slightly, his eyes still cold.

"I can see that, and the police will catch the person, or people who did this to you."

"I may be looking at one of them," she muttered. David groaned with anger.

"I wasn't there Abby! How many times do I have to say it?"

"Until you stop lying."

"I'm not lying!"

"YES. YOU. ARE!" Suddenly, David reached up and slapped her across the face, hard. She gasped, reaching up to touch her now numb cheek. David glared at her, his breathing rigid.

"What's going on here?" a voice asked from the doorway. Abby and David turned to see a doctor standing there, staring at both of them seriously. David sighed and looked at Abby.

"Nothing doctor. I was just leaving." With that, he pushed past the doctor and walked away. Abby wiped the tears out of her eyes and sat down slowly on the bed, staring at the giant ring that covered her finger.

"You should be in bed," the doctor stated as her walked over to the dresser, causing Abby to look up. He had back-brown hair that had hints of gray in it and a slight German accent. Abby shook her head and smiled slightly.

"I know." She put her head on the pillow and sighed.

"Are you in any pain?" the doctor asked, picking up Abby's charts. Abby stared at him, her eyebrow raised.

"I was in an explosion, what do you think?" The doctor chuckled a familiar chuckle, causing Abby to smirk. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm sorry?" the doctor asked, turning away slightly from Abby. She chuckled.

"The accent was a nice touch, but I didn't hit my head hard enough to forget my own father." Holmes turned back toward Abby and smiled. He walked over and sat on the bed. Abby leaned up and embraced him, which he returned. "I thought you might be dead." Holmes chuckled.

"Nothing can kill me." Abby pushed back and stared at him.

"So, how bad am I?" Holmes cleared his throat and looked at the chart he was holding in his hands.

"Minor cuts on your legs, arms, neck, and back. Four major cuts on your stomach, three on your back, and two on your neck that needed stitches." He stopped and looked at her cheek, which was now warm. "Your cheek's bruised. Strange, it wasn't an hour ago…" Holmes stood up and looked at the door, then back toward Abby. "Did he hit you?" Abby sighed.

"No," she said slowly.

"Abby…"
"It was nothing; we had a fight, that's all." Holmes stared at Abby, then sighed. Abby shook her head and closed her eyes.

"You're going to get him, right Dad?"

"Who? David?" Abby glared at him.

"Blackwood." Holmes chuckled, then nodded.

"Of course. I swear on my life I will catch Blackwood."

"No he isn't" Abby gasped and shook her head. Holmes stared at her, his eyes wide.

"Abby, are you ok?" Abby nodded.

"How long are you going to keep lying to him Ms. Holmes?" Abby gasped again and quickly shook her head.

"No, I have a problem." Holmes sat down on the bed and listened as Abby told him everything that had happened to her since Blackwood came back.

"So you have been hearing his voice in your head for four days?" Holmes asked, his voice mixed with fear and anger. Abby nodded slowly.

"Yeah," she stated.

"And you waited four days to tell me this?" Abby closed her eyes and nodded.

"I thought it would stop." Holmes groaned and stood up. He began pacing the room, shaking his head.

"Abby." he trailed off.

"I'm sorry Dad," she said softly. He looked at her and pursed his lips.

"I have to go."

"Now?" Abby said, jumping up. Holmes pushed her back onto the bed.

"Yes now."

"Can I ask why?" Holmes smirked.

"Someone has to stop a dead guy from talking to you through your head," he said. Abby rolled her eyes at him and laughed before leaning into her pillow

"Love you."

"And I you. Now, sleep," he said as he walked toward the door.

"You and I both know he can't stop this from going on." Abby sighed and shook her head in frustration.

"He will, you and I both know it. And if he doesn't, god only knows I'll have to." Abby looked at the flowers sitting on the table next to her bed, and smiled. She stared at them until her eyes drifted close and she fell into a deep, painless, and quite sleep.

Ok, again so sorry it wasn't up sooner. I blame my swim team scedual. Speeking of which, I have my first meet tommorow. Wish me luck! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Review please!