Title: One Way Out

Summary: Carter goes missing in Africa, Luka and Abby try to find him.sucky summary, sorry.it is a Carby though

Disclaimer: The only thing I own of ER is a t-shirt.that says Property of ER.*sigh* I don't own anything..

A/N : This whole story, is.set.during Season 10.maybe.a month or so after 'DEAR ABBY' .but anything passed that episode holds no relevance to this story.feel free to correct any information that I give, that is incorrect.I've only watched this show for a couple of months now.enjoy!

1. Sidewalk Weaver

Abby's head rested against Luka's shoulder, as she dozed fitfully, in the seat beside him.
"Abby.Abby, we are getting ready to land.you need to buckle your seat belt,"
Luka's accented voice brought her back to the present and her eyes opened slowly, as she adjusted them to the light coming from the window. "Where are we?" she mumbled, pushing off him and a running a hand through her hair.
"About to land at the airport," Luka said, buckling himself in his seat, and then reaching over to Abby to do so to her.
"I got it," she said, pushing his hands away and buckling herself. Leaning back in her seat, waiting for the descent. Her mind traveled to how she got, where she was, in the first place.

Two Days Ago.

Slamming down a board of information at the admit desk, Abby sighed and pushed falling stray hairs from her face. "Can it get any colder in this freezing. hell hole," she snapped to know one in particular.
"There's a heater in the lounge," Susan said, coming up to her and taking the clipboard from her.
"Well, I'm not in the lounge am I?" Abby growled.
"Workers are working on the heat as we speak, it should be running soon," Frank informed, taking a bite out of his donut.
Abby rolled her eyes as the phone at the admit desk.
"Abby, can you get that," Frank said, his mouth full.
Abby reached over the counter and grabbed the phone. "ER, County Hospital," Abby listened as the man on the other line spoke in a french accent.
"Dr. Luka.Kovac.please," the man said in broken English.
"Umm.yes hold a minute please," Abby said, her brow furrowing slightly, she pressed the 'hold' button, and then dialed Luka's pager. Setting the phone back down, she waited, curious as to who the French- accented man was on the other line. In a minute, Luka came strolling up to the desk.
"Who is it?"
"I don't' know, some guy with a French accent," Abby said leaning against the counter as Luka picked up the phone.
Immediately he dove into a French conversation with the man on the other line, his face growing sterner with each word he spoke. Abby was about to walk away when she heard Luka say 'Carter', and she froze.

The plane landed smoothly and within a few minutes Luka and herself were being shuffled along , with all the other passengers, off the plane. Unlike America, things weren't as orderly and as costumed here as they were back home, and as soon as Abby stepped off the plane, that hit her. Guards came up to her and Luka, seeing as how they were the only white people to step of the plane at the moment, and spoke rapidly to them in French. Luka responded to them as he began to pull out his ID.
"Abby, show them your passport," Luka ordered.
Abby slung her backpack over her shoulder and reached her free hand in her coat pocket. Quickly pulling out her ID she handed it over to them, and looked up at Luka. "What's going on?"
Luka didn't answer, as their ID's were shoved back into their hands, and the guards waved them on.
"Luka, what was that?"
"They have a list of all passengers on board, and since we were white they needed to check our ID to our names. It's war over here," Luka said.

After recovering their suitcases, Abby followed Luka through the crowd of people to the doors leading outside. With people everywhere, and the air humid the stench was unbearable to Abby. She was finding it difficult to breath, and everything seemed to be spinning around her.
As Luka pushed open the doors, Abby expected to take a deep breath of fresh air, but only managed to cough when the humidity and stench was even worse outside.
Luka looked over his shoulder at her and frowned. "What's wrong? Are you all right?"
Abby shook her head, as the air stung her eyes, making them tear up. "I'm fine, keep walking," Abby ushered, clutching her suitcase in one hand and her backpack, in place, with her other.
Keeping a good eye on Luka, they managed to weave themselves out of the crowd and towards the street, where it thinned out, somewhat.
Abby came up beside him and looked across the street as a crazy car sped past them at, at least 60 mph, with people walking the same roads. "Where to?"
Luka nodded to dingy building across the street. " The program me and Carter go through.that's their building. They'll get us to a private plane that can get us to the Congo, and then from there.it's by word of mouth,"
Abby nodded.
"Give me your bag, we're going to have to make a run for it," ...

Two Days Ago.

Luka set the phone down on it's cradle and ran a hand over his face.
"What's wrong, Luka?" Abby asked slowly, fearing what he was about to say.
Luka looked at Abby and could the fear and worry in her eyes. Letting out a sigh, he leaned against the counter. "Carter's missing,"
Tears pricked Abby's eyes as the news hit her. "He's.he's.missing?"
Luka nodded. "He had to go to.Kinsangani, and left yesterday morning by vehicle with a couple other people, they never got there,"
"Well, what are they doing to find him?"
"They're not doing anything. They went over the road he took, and they didn't find anything," Luka said, rather sharply, his hands clenched.
Abby looked at Luka intently, knowing what he was thinking. "I'm going with you,".

From there, to here, here she was, waiting in a hot hallway in a hard chair, Luka and hers suitcases piled around her, while Luka talked to one of the directors of the Liaison African thingy program, they went through.
The only thing Abby could thing about was Carter. If he was alive or not, if he was okay or if he was hurt. Then she remembered the Dear John letter he wrote her a couple weeks ago, and she asked herself 'WHY the heck am I here?' Abby bit her bottom lip, as she knew instantly the reason why. She still cared about him, she still missed him, and she still loved him.
She shook her head. She didn't know why, things weren't exactly perfect between them, but the one thing they did have between them, was perfect. It was an unexplainable feeling that was created when they were together. When they were together, everything was right, everything was going to be okay as long they were together.
Abby sighed. "God, please let him be okay," she whispered, closing her eyes. Abby was brought out of her whispered pray, but the loud engines of vehicle and the sudden round of fire, and shoutings, outside the building. Her head whipped around to the entrance to the building, which was down the hall a few feet and around the corner.
The door, to where Luka was, was thrown open and he hurried out. "Get your bags Abby, we've got to hide,"
Abby didn't' ask why, to save time, but just grabbed her bags and followed him further down the hall. As soon as they turned a corner they heard glass breaking. The both paused and looked over their shoulder, then Luka looked at Abby and pushed her ahead of him. "Run," he said, as they took off. The hall was narrow and their bags banged against it, but they ran nonetheless, until they came to a door, which Abby didn't wait for the order to open and just shoved it open. They came into a small dark room, which looked to be filled with filing cabinets and scattered paper. They could hear footsteps coming down the hall as Luka grabbed Abby and pulled her to the other side of the room. His hand groped the wall for the handle he was looking for, and as soon as he turned it, whatever it was, gave way and the sunlight hit them, as they stepped out on to the sidewalk, on the other side of the building.
Shutting the door behind them, Luka took Abby by the arm, once again and pulled her along as they began another hurried weave on the crowded sidewalks. When they reached the end of the road, what looked like a humvee , at the corner, was waiting for them. Luka tossed his bag in the back, and then grabbed Abby's and tossed it there too. "Abby," he said, helping her into the back seat, and then jumping into the passenger himself, he said 'Go' to the driver, and Abby clutched at anything as the humvee took off.