"I don't have a choice." He told her. "Abby, I don't want to lose you over some goddamn job
offer."
"Then don't." She was determined not to cry. "John, life was just starting to get good for
me."
"Abby, it still can be. Why not come with me?" He asked. "Would moving to New York with
me be the worst thing in the world. I know you would hate to leave Weaver, and Mark is dead.
Who does that leave to stay for, Susan...Elizabeth...Luka?"
"John, I don't know." She said, as tears began to flow.
"Abby, think about it, it would be good for you to start over. Especially now, after Brian
was killed in our apartment." He cautiosly refrained from saying where you killed Brian. "New
York would be new...exciting."
"I have to give it some thought."
"Of course."
Abby was sitting at the kitchen table when John entered. She was finally able to limp around
on her leg. Damn, she wished Brian was alive, she would sue the hell out of him.
"Sleep okay?" John asked, for he hadn't heard her get out of bed.
"Yeah, I got up about an hour ago."
"Since when do you get up before nine."
"I was wide awake. Strange for me."
"Everything okay?" John looked at her skeptically.
"John, I'm not going to New York."
"I was afraid you would say that."
"Go on without me."
"Abby..."
"John, give me a few days and I'll have my things moved out of our apartment."
"Abby," he said resignedly. "The rents paid for this month, keep the damn apartment, it's safer."
"Thanks."
"No problem." He got up as she walked toward the door.
She turned around, walked over to him, grabbing his face, she kissed him hard, before turning
to walk away, not looking back, she headed out the door.
offer."
"Then don't." She was determined not to cry. "John, life was just starting to get good for
me."
"Abby, it still can be. Why not come with me?" He asked. "Would moving to New York with
me be the worst thing in the world. I know you would hate to leave Weaver, and Mark is dead.
Who does that leave to stay for, Susan...Elizabeth...Luka?"
"John, I don't know." She said, as tears began to flow.
"Abby, think about it, it would be good for you to start over. Especially now, after Brian
was killed in our apartment." He cautiosly refrained from saying where you killed Brian. "New
York would be new...exciting."
"I have to give it some thought."
"Of course."
Abby was sitting at the kitchen table when John entered. She was finally able to limp around
on her leg. Damn, she wished Brian was alive, she would sue the hell out of him.
"Sleep okay?" John asked, for he hadn't heard her get out of bed.
"Yeah, I got up about an hour ago."
"Since when do you get up before nine."
"I was wide awake. Strange for me."
"Everything okay?" John looked at her skeptically.
"John, I'm not going to New York."
"I was afraid you would say that."
"Go on without me."
"Abby..."
"John, give me a few days and I'll have my things moved out of our apartment."
"Abby," he said resignedly. "The rents paid for this month, keep the damn apartment, it's safer."
"Thanks."
"No problem." He got up as she walked toward the door.
She turned around, walked over to him, grabbing his face, she kissed him hard, before turning
to walk away, not looking back, she headed out the door.