A/N Wow, I almost forgot about this story, hope you don't hate me, but I'll make up for it, I'll upload the next two chapters!!!

Part three- I missed you too

But she didn't say anything, maybe she hadn't noticed them,

'So, how was the Congo?'

'Unbearable' he replied simply

'It must be hot out there this time of year.'

'Yeah, hot too.'

Oh, she thought, what was he referring to as unbearable then? Ah, the break-up.

The kettle started to whistle, she quickly scooted over to it and poured hot water into both mugs, and brought them over.

They chatted for a few minutes whilst sipping the hot coffee, just idle chitchat. But it made them feel more relaxed.

'So are you going to come back to work?'

'Yeah, I will, I have a week off though, I think that'll be good for me.'

After they had finished their drinks, Abby got some pillows and blankets, and they made a bed for him on the couch. Laughing, they spent the whole time fighting over the blankets and sat down in stitches when they had done, it didn't feel weird, it just felt like two old friends catching up. The couch was a mess, but Carter didn't care where he slept really.

Suddenly they stopped laughing and came over all serious, looking each other in the eye.

'John,' she said his name.

'How did you get locked out if you had your keys?'

'I didn't, you know I didn't. I'm sorry, I just couldn't spend the night in that house. And I would have called Luka, but he really was at work, and I didn't come here for anything, other than a couch, but you have been very welcoming, considering I don't deserve it'

'It's okay, I understand'

'I know you do'

They were silent, he wanted her to say something but he didn't know what, but he looked at her face in the soft light, thought how beautiful she was, how glad he was that he came, in the end.

'I missed you Abby.' He reached over for her hand, but she withdrew it.

She looked confused and hurt, she was annoyed, why had she let him in anyway? How could bring himself to just call her up, expecting somewhere to stay, after everything he had done. What did he think, Coffee and Pie would solve everthing? Make her forget how he had made her feel? What an asshole.

'Look Carter, I don't know why you came, I don't know what you're trying to do, but coming on to me isn't going to help. What the hell do you want from me?'

He recoiled. That had truly been the last thing on his mind.

She didn't want an answer to her question, but didn't know what else to say.

She stood up and wrapped her arms around herself, as if she was protecting herself from the cold. It wasn't even that cold. Her eyes looked as if she was about to cry.

'Abby, I'm sorry. Just go to sleep, when I came here tonight all I wanted from you was your kind offer of a bed and most of all, your friendship. And that's how it is right now. I'll go.' He got up and within seconds had his coat shoes and bag on, the door open. He looked over at her,

'I'm sorry Abby, so sorry. For everything, tonight, and the past year, but I can't go on knowing you don't even want to be my friend'

She shut her eyes and pressed her lips together, thinking.

She opened them again. He was gone.

'I missed you too' she spoke into the empty room, almost choking on her own words. She went over to shut the door, he hadn't even stayed long enough to shut it.

Then she went to bed.

'I missed you too'

Thank god she hadn't checked the hall before shutting the door, she would have seen him, crouched a couple of doors down, his head in his hands.

She missed me, he thought.

She missed me.