Hey,
thank you again for reading and reviewing! : ) I didn't think that anyone would still read this after I didn't have time to update for so long. But now the chapters come faster. ; )
Well, here is chapter 9. I hope you'll like the little Carby happiness. : )
Part (9/10)
6.55 p.m., Carter's apartment
John was standing in the kitchen. He took two plates and two glasses out of the cupboard to set the table. Abby was still at work and he had promised her to arrange something to eat for the evening. He was very excited because he planned something special for today. He arranged the food on the plates and put some juice and water on the table. Then he lit the candles he had placed between the decoration of roses.
Abby should be at home every minute.
He was marching up and down the living room while he was waiting for her to arrive. Suddenly he heard the door open.
"Oh, you are already here." he said to her, pretending to be surprised. "I wasn't expecting you so early." Of course he was lying, but he wanted to hide his excitement.
Abby didn't know what he was talking about. "I told you I would be here at 7 and that's the time we have now."
"Um, sure … are you hungry?"
"Yes, I ... " She stopped when she saw the table. She was overwhelmed. "John, that's beautiful!" she exclaimed. She was touched and a little tear ran down her face. "You said we would eat something, I didn't expect something like that!"
"I hope you like it!" he asked, but he already knew that she did.
"Are you kidding? Of course I do! John, I didn't know you could do something like that!"
"Me neither! But I tried, for you." he said smiling, before he kissed her passionately. "But let's sit down and eat now, before it gets cold!"
They sat down and ate.
"John, that was really good! I didn't know you could cook. You are really good at that!" she said after eating.
"Well, to be honest, I'm only good at dialling telephone numbers from restaurants. But the decoration is mine!" he said, smiling brightly.
She had to laugh about that. "I love you, John!" she said, stood up, walked around the table, sat down on his lap and kissed him.
"That's good, because I wanted to ask you something."
"What?"
"Most of the time we are here anyway and so I wanted to ask you if you'd like to move in here with me." he said, not sure about the answer he would get. He knew she loved him and he loved her, but for a person like Abby it was a big step to live together, to give up her own place where she could be alone whenever she wanted to. She had a lot of bad experiences before. He hoped she knew that he was different. He looked deep into her brown eyes while he was waiting for her to say something.
She was touched again. Sometimes she thought he could read her mind. It was not easy for her to move in with someone and he seemed to know that. He arranged everything just to ask her to move in with him. She felt that it was right with him.
"John," she finally said "you know this is a big step for me! But I trust you and I'd love to live with you!"
There were no words he could think of that described how happy he was. He hugged her tightly and carried her over to the couch. "You have no idea how happy I am now!"
"Maybe as happy as I am?"
"Maybe!" he said, smiling.
They have just sat down when the phone rang.
"Please, don't answer the phone! It will surely be Weaver." Abby pleaded though she knew he was on call and had to answer the phone.
"What if it's important?"
"You are right. But it's her, I bet." she said, smiling.
John stood up and answered the phone. "Carter - Doctor Weaver, what a surprise! - Yes, I'll be there in 20 minutes."
"I told you!" Abby said with a grin.
"Sorry, I have to go. They have several people there with serious injuries. Can I leave you here alone?" he asked concerned.
"No problem, I'll be fine, maybe I can dream of George Clooney again, or maybe I'll call him."
"Don't you dare!" he said joking and kissed her before he left the apartment.
20 minutes later, ER
"Carter! There you are, thank god!" Weaver said to John as he just left the lounge.
"What happened?"
"A bad accident with a school bus. Most of the children are already treated, a lot of minor injuries. But I have a 35 old male for you in trauma 2. Luka is already working on him, it doesn't look good."
"Alright." John said and headed to the room.
When he arrived, there was already nothing he could do. "Time of death, 9.15 p.m." he heard Luka say.
"What happened?" John asked.
"He hung himself in his prison cell. It was too late, his brain already had a leak of oxygen when he arrived here. Well, I have to say, I'm not sad about it."
"What?" John asked surprised and stepped a little closer towards the dead body. "What do you mean?"
"Don't you think he deserves it?" Now Luka was surprised.
"I don't think so, why should I?" John was confused.
