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(Oh yeah! Sorry my updates have been taking a while, I was working at a diabetes camp for kids, and well after that I was in despertate need of sleep! Thanks for sticking with me!)

The room remained deathly silent, besides the occasional beep from the monitors, for a few minutes. Then came a knock on the door, followed by the entrance of Dr. Winters.

"So this is the famous Dr. Lockhart?" she asked as she gestured to Abby sleeping peacefully on the gurney.

"That's Abby," Susan replied attempting to smile.

"Can I see her chart?" Kerry handed the chart over, and Winters glanced over it, her face remaining expressionless. "Okay, has she said anything?"

"No, nothing. She wont even make eye contact, she fights us when we come close to her. We had to sedate her, after she hit Dr. Weaver," Susan pointed to Kerry, whose eye was turning black.

"Looks as if she hit her target," Winters smiled. Suddenly, another knock was heard and Agent Fisher appeared.

"How's she doing?" he asked, keeping his voice down.

"As to be expected, I'm sure your staff, Dr. Lewis, would like to know her condition." Winters nodded to the door, trying to convince the three to leave.

"We cant leave her in here by herself, if she wakes up by herself," Susan began but Winters quickly interrupted.

"You don't have to. Sam, would you mind?" Winters asked.

"Not at all," the nurse replied as she tucked the blankets around Abby, who had managed to kick them off in her sleep.

"Kerry, Susan, why don't you come with me, Sam, if she starts to wake up page us immediately," Winters was taking charge now. It was clear that the staff needed Winters more at that precise moment, then Abby did. Susan reluctantly followed Kerry, Fisher and Winters out the door, feeling somewhat guilty that she was leaving Abby.

As soon as they left the room, Susan felt the gaze of what seemed like the entire city of Chicago on her. Everyone wanted to know Abby's condition and they wanted to know it now.

"Jake, Carter and Luka are in the lounge," Frank informed her as she walked by, "Dr. Lewis," he stopped for a minute. He, like the rest of the staff had missed Abby, and even though he would not show it as much as the others, he was more than happy to have her back. He himself had once been a cop, he had known first hand the chances of ever rescuing her alive were slim to none. And he also knew all to well what Abby's rescue must have been like, how traumatic that could be. That alone would traumatize anybody. "How is she?"

"She's okay Frank," was all she said and headed into the lounge, She needed to talk to those three first, the three that had at one point, been dating Abby.

Jake was standing, leaning against the lockers, Carter was on the couch, and Luka was near the coffee maker, each seemed to be lost in their own thoughts. They hadn't even heard the others enter.

"Jake," all three heads shot up at the sound of Susan's voice.

"Is she alright, can I see her?" he was already heading to the door, but Fisher caught him.

"Not yet Jake, we need to talk. Sit down," Susan directed. Over the next hour, Susan went over everything she had witnessed about Abby's behavior, and Fisher explained how the rescue went down.

"Jake, I don't know when you can see her, we have to get her to talk to us before, and then we'll go from there," Winters explained.

Susan slowly walked back to the doors of the trauma room, Kerry and Winters had stayed behind in the lounge, to answer the rest of the staff's questions. Susan couldn't stand it anymore, everyone kept asking what Abby had told them, if she had changed, if she was afraid, questions Susan honestly could not answer. Questions she did not want to answer. The guards moved aside when they saw the doctor coming back, but didn't completely get away from the door, allowing Susan to look through the window.

She watched her best friend sleep, not knowing what to think anymore. She was emotionally exhausted, she had found out only three hours ago that her best friend was alive, and that she would be brought to County. And then after the incident in the trauma room, Susan didn't have much left in her.

"How is she?" Susan asked as she walked into the room.

"Still out of it, she hasn't moved since you left," Susan nodded. Sam looked at her coworker and knew what she was thinking. She to had thought the same thing while Sam was alone with Abby. It had given her just enough time to deeply consider the question and come up with a pretty god answer. "Susan, they got to her in time, think of it that way," Susan was surprised how well Sam seemed to be able to read exactly what she was thinking.

Susan paused before taking a deep breath, the tears came again. "No, Sam, I don't think they got to her in time," If they had gotten to her in time, her friend wouldn't have been a shell of a person, Abby was in there somewhere, how and when they would reach her no one knew.

Sam looked over at Abby, contemplating what Susan had just said. It was true, the FBI had gotten to Abby before she was murdered, but not before the extensive psychological damage had been done. Now it was a question of whether or not that damage could be reversed.

"Sam," Susan's voice cracked, "We're never going to have her back, she wont be the same. Of all people for this to happen to, why did it have to be Abby? God, she was just starting to get over the trauma over her last abduction! Her last abduction Sam, this was number two. Most people don't have this sort of thing happen to them, and if they do, it usually happens only once in their lifetime. Abby's had it happen twice is a few months! It isn't fair, why did he pick her? What was she in his eyes that nobody else had? She's my best friend Sam," Susan desperately wanted to scream the words she was whispering, but that would wake Abby. Someone shouting probably would not help her recovery. "I've all but lost her," Sam stared at Susan is shock, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Don't you dare Susan, don't you dare give up on Abby. She's going to need you more then ever before now, she's going to need a friend now. When she first got here, Abby needed you to be her doctor, but when she wakes up, she's going to need her best friend, more then ever before" Sam was not angry with Susan, but frustrated that it seemed as if she was ready to give up on Abby. "Look, I think she's waking up," Sam pointed to Abby who seemed to be moving around a lot more, her breathing had become more labored possibly signaling that she was alert and hearing what was being said.

"Alright, can you page Dr. Winters?" Susan regained her composure knowing that Sam was right, and that Abby would need a friend now. She needed to be in control when Abby first saw her, the more put together Susan was, the easier it would be for Abby.

Minutes later, Winters joined them. "Has she said anything?"

"No, she hasn't opened her eyes, but we know she's awake," Susan offered her information to the psychiatrist

"You sedated her about two hours ago?" a nod from both Susan and Sam. "Yeah, she probably is aware." Winters once again grabbed Abby's chart before pulling up a chair next to Abby's gurney. "Abby, if you can hear me I need you to open your eyes," Winters watched for any kind of response, and received the sight of Abby deliberately squeezing her eyes shut tighter. "Abby, I know your awake," she kept her voice soft and caring, but she still didn't receive a response. "Abby, my name is Dr. Winters, I'm not going to leave you alone until you open your eyes for me." she watched as she seemed to get through to Abby and she began to open her eyes. She had been the only one to successfully do so. "Hi Abby," Winters said when the doctor refused to look directly at her. Winters moved her chair so that she could be in Abby's line of sight. Her gaze was vacant, Winters had seen that look in severely traumatized patients, and Abby defiantly fell into that category. "Abby, do you know where you are?" She didn't receive any kind of response, anything that would clue her into that Abby was hearing her. "Abby" Winters intentionally used her name every time she addressed her, making sure that Abby knew she was being spoken to, even if she wasn't listening. "you're safe now. Martin was taken to jail, he can't get here. He can not harm you anymore. You're at County, Susan and Sam are here, all of your friends want to see you, talk to you." still nothing. "Do you want to sit up?" Winters reached around to the end of the gurney and adjusted it so that Abby was in an upright position.

"Abby, I just want to make sure you know that you are in complete control here, what you want goes right now." it was a different angle to approach the doctor, handing over full control, the control Abby hadn't had in three weeks. She still wouldn't look at Winters. "Abby, are you hungry?" Winters had read in the chart that she was dehydrated and malnourished the first time she was in the room. "Would you like to go to the cafeteria and grab something to eat," It was becoming clearer to Winters that she wasn't going to get anywhere tonight. "Abby, we're going to take you upstairs in about five minutes if that's okay with you, if not I need you to tell me right now." it was the last option Winters had at the moment, it was a long shot, but she needed to get Abby to talk. She needed to hear Abby's voice, whether it be her yelling, shouting or whispering, it didn't matter, Winters was just trying to get her patient to communicate. It didn't work.

"Okay Abby, just give us a second and we'll be on our way." she stood up and walked over to Susan and Sam, "I need to speak with you outside," she knocked on the doors and the agents instantly parted, letting the three out. "Is there somewhere private we can go?"

"Are you serious? Have you not seen the media? I would be surprised if this place wasn't bugged," Sam answered.

"What about the other trauma room? I would say we can go to my office, but I don't want to leave Dr. Lockhart alone. She needs to know someone is always there to protect her."

"We can try," the three walked over to trauma two and stood inside looking into the other room at Abby. However the doors were kept open, if Abby needed them, all she would have to do was whisper and they could hear her.

"Whatever he did to Abby, he did a damn good job of it. She wont acknowledge my presence or yours. Its going to take a long time, I might need to look at psychiatric intensive care for her."

"Dr. Winters, do you think there is any possibility that she went home, it would help?"

"It might, but I cannot release her from care right now. She's in a sort of mental shock, and knowing that I cant in good conscience release her." Fisher had pulled Winters aside earlier and told her what Martin had told him, about Abby trying to kill herself. But Winters had decided not to inform Abby's colleagues of that, not just yet.

Abby heard noises around her, but she kept her gaze down. He had drugged her again, she could feel it, it made her body feel different, like she was under some sort of cloud. She had been asked if she wanted something to eat, if she knew where she was, and so many other questions but refused to answer. They had left, left her alone, she was by herself. If she wanted to do anything, now was the time. She looked around, her surroundings were different, she recognized them, was she in the ER? No that couldn't' be, her chest started to tighten up on her, she couldn't remember being rescued, were her friends in on this to? She couldn't under why they would turn their backs on her? Had she made them mad? If that was true, she couldn't live like this, not with her friends being mad at her. Martin, Martin was still out there, she started breathing faster as panic started to settle in over her, she knew he was out there and ready to once again come and get her. She knew right there and then, the decision seemed so clear as to what she needed to do.

Fisher took a deep breath before stepping outside to deal with the media. He had promised them a press conference, and now he was over an hour late for it. As soon as he steeped outside, the cameras went on and flashes began going off, momentarily blinding him.

"Earlier this morning, Martin Richards confessed to the whereabouts of Dr. Abby Lockhart. The premises was searched and inside we found Dr. Lockhart. She was immediately transferred to County, and is in stable condition. That's all I have for you right now," it was an incredibly short conference, possibly the shortest one he had ever given, but Fisher was to tired to care. As he turned to walk back into the hospital he heard the multiple questions being fired at him, Fisher chose to ignore them, for once, everything could wait.