He heard a voice and realised the phone had been answered, "Hello," she said.
"Hey..." His voice was quiet. Did he really want this? To go back? What if nothing had changed...if she still couldn't admit it?
"Carter? Is that you?"
"Yeah."
"Where are you?"
"Um...I'm in Boston. I was staying with my Dad for a couple of weeks. I just...needed to get away." He trailed off. It was time, "I'm coming back. I should be back in the next couple of days. Could you tell Weaver?"
"Great! Yeah, I'll let her know." She was silent for a moment, "Carter are you okay? You sound...different....distant."
"I'm fine...I...How are things?"
"Things? Yeah things are fine. Work's hectic but when is it not?" She chuckled slightly. She wasn't helping. He wished she knew what he was really asking. He needed to be in Chicago...he needed to know if she was okay.
"How's...everyone?" He heard her breathing, trying to determine how the question should be answered.
"She's fine Carter. She's...she's...Abby. What more can I say?" Was this what he wanted to hear? Part of him was happy...happy she was okay. But the other part wanted her to be missing him - selfish, yeah. But at least it meant she cared.
"Thanks Susan. I'll see you later." He hung up. Yeah, it was time. The waiting was over.
