Title: 17-hour shifts and massages

Summery: it's a Carby! John's back is still bad and Abby gives him a massage, which leads to more!!

Rating : PG-13

Last relevant episode: Never say never

Spoilers: nope none

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters mentioned in this fic, nothing belongs to me, blah, blah, blah



She sighed as the hot water streamed down her back, leaning back into the shower she reached for the shampoo. It had been a long day, 13 hours to be exact. She didn't know how much more of Weaver she could take! She tried to relax, to clear her head as the streaming water cascaded over her body. But all she could think about was him. He had worked 17 hours that day and hadn't complained once, even though she could tell his back was causing him a great deal of pain.

She wished things were different…. she wished he still loved her… and she wished he'd believe her when she told him she liked him. Lost in her own thoughts she didn't hear the knocking. The second time she did, quickly throwing on her tracksuit bottoms and a sleeveless top she ran towards the door.

'Hey' she said breathlessly, maybe it was because she had just ran to the door, or maybe it was because seeing him always took her breath away….

'What are you doing here?'

'You left these in my locker' he said handing her a pile of medical journals

'I thought you might need them'

'You didn't have to come all the way over here' she said secretly glad that he did

'I couldn't sleep'

'So you decided to get up in the middle of the night and walk half way across town?'

'I drove actually'

'Well thank you very much, do you wana come in?'

'Sure, but just for a while, ive gotta be back at work in like 8 hours'

'But you just did a double shift'

'Mark's sick'

'Oh. You want coffee?'

'Sure' he winced in pain as he sat down on the couch

'Is your back still that bad?'

'Nah, its fine'

'Look, you can't even sit down, you should get it checked'

'I have'

'Well are you gonna be ok?'

'Yeah'

'Want me to rub it for you?'

'Its fine, honestly'

'Come on, it's the least I can do, after you came all the way over here and everything'

'Abby its fine'

'I just worry about you that's all'

He paused, trying to make sense of what she just said, not exactly sure which way to take it

'Sure, ok, go on then, you've twisted my arm'

She got up and went to the bathroom, and found some massage oil she had been given.

'Here come and sit down here' she said motioning for him to come and sit in front of her on the floor. He did this slowly, as his back was really hurting now.

'Take this off' she said tugging on his shirt

'You're not trying to seduce me are you?' he said laughing

'You wish'

She marveled at his perfectly toned upper body, she knew she loved him, she just wished he'd see. Gently she slid her hands over his shoulders, his skin was like silk and she could feel him melt under her touch. That's when she realised she had a chance. Maybe she could make him see; maybe he wasn't over her yet. …

Meanwhile, he was finding this massage incredibly erotic. The woman he loved was touching him with such care and sensitivity; it felt amazing as her hands gently slid to his lower back.

Her hands reached his side, she saw the scars. Gently tracing them with her fingertips she felt his pain. He sensed this. Slowly he turned around to face her. She ran her hand up his arm, to his shoulder as she met his gaze. She was drawn to his brown eyes, unable to look away; she saw such pain and confusion. She knew he wanted to know how she felt. Deciding that actions speak louder than words, she touched his cheek lightly and leaned towards him. Their lips met gently, he wondered how a kiss so sweet could contain so much passion. She ran her fingers softly over his shoulders as he ran his through her hair, and then gently cupped her face to deepen the kiss. She pulled back slightly and whispered into his ear.

'I love you'

He gazed deep into her chocolate brown eyes, and a smile crept across his lips

'I love you too'.

'How's your back' she said trying not to laugh

'Better' he said beaming

Once again he leaned closer and gently brushed lips with hers, he could feel her smile at the sensation. He pulled back to look at her.

'Do all your massages end this way?' he said laughing as he leaned in for another kiss

'Who said it was over?' She said, her lips inches from his.

To be continued???

What do you think? I really don't have any ideas on how to continue this, so maybe you guys could help me out a little.

Please!!!!!