"For the First Time"
Chapter 5/?
joliefan4life@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Nope, I don't think so.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of these characters. If I did, I'd be a very rich woman
now and you'd be seeing this story on TV. :)
Warning: Contains a F/F Relationship.
It had been four months since she first kissed me. The best and worst four months of my
life. Fibromyalgia had struck Abby hard. She was constantly fatigue but couldn't sleep.
Her muscles ached all the time, and sometimes had unbearable chest pain. There were
times when all she could do was to crawl up in a ball and cry.
"Is Abby still on?" I asked Frank who merely nodded.
"Well do you know where she is?" I asked. He nodded again.
"Where?" I asked.
"In exam three." He said.
I nodded and quickly headed over, where, sure enough, Abby was stitching a middle-
aged man's hand up. I quietly knocked on the window and she looked up and smiled. She
said something to the man and he nodded. She stood from the stool and pushed the door
open.
"Hey." I said quietly.
"What's up?" She asked, glancing back into the room.
"What time is your physical therapy?"
"Right after my shift ends." She looked at her watch. "Then I'm going back to my
house."
"Okay. That's good." I said.
"I hope it goes well." She said.
"Don't worry, they won't work you too hard the first time. It'll go fine." I smiled. "You
feeling all right?"
She nodded slightly. "I'm a little tired but I'll be okay."
"Okay."
"I better get back to this guy, I don't want him to get antsy." She said.
"Okay. Call me when you get home." I requested softly.
"I will." She gave my arm a soft squeeze and headed back into the room.
"Dr. Chen!" Kerry Weaver called from in back of me. "We need you in trauma two.
Multiple GSWs!"
We worked on one guy for more then an hour. Nothing could be done. He had been shot
once in the head and once in the chest. He was loosing all the blood we put into him. His
wife arrived just as his death was pronounced. She nearly had a heart attack and we had
to put an oxygen mask on her to keep her breathing regulated.
I glanced at the clock my shift was finally over. I had been at the hospital all day and I
was exhausted. I headed to the garage and slipped into my car, driving home quickly. I
needed sleep. I needed food.
Twenty minutes later, I flopped unceremoniously onto the couch. Throwing all of the
pillows off I fell on my side and curled up; quickly falling fast asleep.
I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing and quickly picked it up. "'Ello?"
"Jing Mei Chen?" A male voice asked.
"Yes? Who's calling please?" I asked, sitting up straight.
"This is Detective Gilman of the Chicago Police Department." He said.
"The police department?" I asked, confused.
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry to tell you that Abby Lockhart was killed by her mother in a fit of
rage tonight."
"WHAT?" I screamed into the phone. "WHAT?"
"I'm sorry ma'am. I'm real sorry." He said.
A soft knock was at the door and I opened my eyes and then shot up straight. Oh god, it
was just a dream. Thank you. I stood and made my way over to the door, opening it to
reveal Abby.
"ABBY!" I screamed, pulling her into a tight hug. "Thank god, thank god. You have no
idea how happy I am to see you!" I said pulling away and looking into her eyes. To my
surprise, they were red and puffy and tears streamed down her face.
"Abby?" I asked. "Abby honey what's wrong? What happened?" I stared into her eyes.
"It…hurt." She reached for me. "It…hurt…so…bad." She squeezed me.
"Oh god, baby. Honey, what can I do?" I asked, leading her to the couch and sitting her
down. "What can I do to make it all go away?"
"Hold me." She said and reached out for me once again. I slid next to her and pulled her
into my arms. Holding her close I began to rock her slowly, never wanting to let go. "I
dreamt that I lost you." I said quietly.
She didn't say anything in response, just snuggled close to me and started to search for
one of my hands.
"I don't ever want to lose you." I said and carefully fell with my back onto the couch, so
that she was now lying on my stomach.
"You won't ever lose me." She said moving up so she could look into my eyes. "I love
you." She said for the first time.
"I love you." I said back without a second thought and kissed her tears away.
Chapter 5/?
joliefan4life@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Nope, I don't think so.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of these characters. If I did, I'd be a very rich woman
now and you'd be seeing this story on TV. :)
Warning: Contains a F/F Relationship.
It had been four months since she first kissed me. The best and worst four months of my
life. Fibromyalgia had struck Abby hard. She was constantly fatigue but couldn't sleep.
Her muscles ached all the time, and sometimes had unbearable chest pain. There were
times when all she could do was to crawl up in a ball and cry.
"Is Abby still on?" I asked Frank who merely nodded.
"Well do you know where she is?" I asked. He nodded again.
"Where?" I asked.
"In exam three." He said.
I nodded and quickly headed over, where, sure enough, Abby was stitching a middle-
aged man's hand up. I quietly knocked on the window and she looked up and smiled. She
said something to the man and he nodded. She stood from the stool and pushed the door
open.
"Hey." I said quietly.
"What's up?" She asked, glancing back into the room.
"What time is your physical therapy?"
"Right after my shift ends." She looked at her watch. "Then I'm going back to my
house."
"Okay. That's good." I said.
"I hope it goes well." She said.
"Don't worry, they won't work you too hard the first time. It'll go fine." I smiled. "You
feeling all right?"
She nodded slightly. "I'm a little tired but I'll be okay."
"Okay."
"I better get back to this guy, I don't want him to get antsy." She said.
"Okay. Call me when you get home." I requested softly.
"I will." She gave my arm a soft squeeze and headed back into the room.
"Dr. Chen!" Kerry Weaver called from in back of me. "We need you in trauma two.
Multiple GSWs!"
We worked on one guy for more then an hour. Nothing could be done. He had been shot
once in the head and once in the chest. He was loosing all the blood we put into him. His
wife arrived just as his death was pronounced. She nearly had a heart attack and we had
to put an oxygen mask on her to keep her breathing regulated.
I glanced at the clock my shift was finally over. I had been at the hospital all day and I
was exhausted. I headed to the garage and slipped into my car, driving home quickly. I
needed sleep. I needed food.
Twenty minutes later, I flopped unceremoniously onto the couch. Throwing all of the
pillows off I fell on my side and curled up; quickly falling fast asleep.
I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing and quickly picked it up. "'Ello?"
"Jing Mei Chen?" A male voice asked.
"Yes? Who's calling please?" I asked, sitting up straight.
"This is Detective Gilman of the Chicago Police Department." He said.
"The police department?" I asked, confused.
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry to tell you that Abby Lockhart was killed by her mother in a fit of
rage tonight."
"WHAT?" I screamed into the phone. "WHAT?"
"I'm sorry ma'am. I'm real sorry." He said.
A soft knock was at the door and I opened my eyes and then shot up straight. Oh god, it
was just a dream. Thank you. I stood and made my way over to the door, opening it to
reveal Abby.
"ABBY!" I screamed, pulling her into a tight hug. "Thank god, thank god. You have no
idea how happy I am to see you!" I said pulling away and looking into her eyes. To my
surprise, they were red and puffy and tears streamed down her face.
"Abby?" I asked. "Abby honey what's wrong? What happened?" I stared into her eyes.
"It…hurt." She reached for me. "It…hurt…so…bad." She squeezed me.
"Oh god, baby. Honey, what can I do?" I asked, leading her to the couch and sitting her
down. "What can I do to make it all go away?"
"Hold me." She said and reached out for me once again. I slid next to her and pulled her
into my arms. Holding her close I began to rock her slowly, never wanting to let go. "I
dreamt that I lost you." I said quietly.
She didn't say anything in response, just snuggled close to me and started to search for
one of my hands.
"I don't ever want to lose you." I said and carefully fell with my back onto the couch, so
that she was now lying on my stomach.
"You won't ever lose me." She said moving up so she could look into my eyes. "I love
you." She said for the first time.
"I love you." I said back without a second thought and kissed her tears away.