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Jan Winters stood outside her patients room, baffled. She had done everything in her power to get Abby to communicate, every trick in the book, and yet nothing had worked. Agent Fisher had informed her of everything that Martin had confessed to. No wonder Abby was so traumatized, hell Winters would probably do the same thing Abby was. If she didn't make any sort of connection to anybody, maybe it felt, to Abby at least, as if they couldn't hurt her.

Abby wasn't ready to talk yet, she didn't feel safe, she didn't feel secure, she certainly didn't know that woman and there was nothing on earth that could make her talk to the woman no matter what she did. It wasn't just her, it was everyone! She didn't want to talk to anybody, ever again. She just wanted them to leave her alone.

There was a knock at her door, and Dr. Winters walked in, plastering a fake smile on her face.

"Hi Abby, how are you today?" Winters pulled up a chair and took a seat beside Abby, who had yet to acknowledge her presence in any shape or form. She had started Abby on antidepressants the first day, it had not done anything. Winters had also been informed that Abby Lockhart was as stubborn as they came, even if she hadn't been told, Winters could have figure that one out the first time she met Abby.

"You know Abby, we don't have to talk about what happened, not just yet. We could talk about anything you'd like. Your friends down in the ER all want to talk to you, come up and see you. Or would you rather go down and visit them there? We don't have to go to the ER, you can go anywhere you want, your free to do whatever you want. Why don't you tell me where you want to go Abby, because if I were you, I would be getting sick of this room." Winters watched, desperately hoping for something, anything, to show that Abby was listening, but it seemed as though the doctor had tuned her out again.

Abby didn't want to play the little shrinks games, the games and tricks that she learned on her psyche rotation she knew they couldn't hold her and once she was cleared medically she could go home, away from anyone including those who could and would randomly hurt her.

"Dr. Lewis was considering releasing you from the hospital tomorrow, what do you think of that? Do you want to go home Abby? Do you feel safe there?"

Of course, she wanted to go home, but the question of being safe remained? Abby knew that she would never feel safe again, not in the ER, not anywhere in the hospital, not with Jake and not at home. It was a horrible feeling, vulnerability. Just because Martin was in jail, at least that's what they had told her, didn't mean someone else wasn't out there looking for her. She absolutely could not face another abduction, she had to stop giving them the opportunity for anybody to come up and randomly take her. She had a plan to put all those chances to a permanent end, if she wasn't there to take, how could they?

"Okay, I'll come by later and check on you, do you need anything before I go?" Winters asked as she checked the settings on the IV pump. "Alright Abby, I'll see you later then." and with that, she turned around and left, getting no closer to helping Abby then when she had first entered the room ten minutes earlier.

As soon as she turned the corner, head down once again reading over Abby's chart, she ran right into Fisher.

"Oh Dr. Winters, I'm sorry," he said, realizing who he bumped into.

"It alright, I'm guessing you're here to see how Dr. Lockhart is?"

"Should I even ask?"

"No change, I cannot get her to talk for the life of me. She refuses to acknowledge anybody, including Jake and her friends. I am at a loss of what to do,"

"Can I try something?" Winters looked up at him, not knowing exactly where he was going with this. "Let me try and talk to her, just for the hell of it,"

"Sure why not, nothing else is working. Hold on though, I cant send a male in there alone." Winter turned around looking for Abby's nurse. "Anna, can you go with Agent Fisher to check on Dr. Lockhart? I need to go and talk with Dr. Lewis." the nurse nodded and led Fisher towards Abby's room, as Winters headed downstairs.

"Don't touch her, don't raise your voice," Anna rattled off, as if she had done multiple times before.

"I know."

Abby was still sitting in bed when another knock came at the door, of all people to walk in, she did not expect it to be Agent Fisher, the man who had rescued her, Anna had also walked in but stood in the corner. Abby heard saw him walking towards her, heading for the chair that Winters had left earlier, but the main thing that had caught her attention was what was underneath Fisher's coat, sitting on his hip. It would be all to easy, all she had to do was wait until he sat down next to her.

"Hi Dr. Lockhart," he spoke soft as he slowly walked over to her side. "Its good to see you again. I just wanted to let you know that you are completely safe now, he cant hurt you anymore. I won't let him, Jake wont, nobody will." he ad sat down, pushing his coat behind him as he did.

It was now or never, if Abby did it now, he would never see it coming, and if she didn't, she might never get a chance like this again. In one quick motion, her left arm shot out from underneath the blankets and towards her target. But what scared Fisher more, was that while she was doing it, she had actually looked him directly in the eye. As if she was daring him to stop her, to deny her of what she wanted.

She grabbed it and jumped out of the bed, ripping out her IV as she did so, but Abby didn't care, she didn't feel the pain.

Before Fisher knew what had happened, he knew now that both him and Abby were in a lot of trouble. For now, Abby had his gun, and she was aiming it at her head.

"We need help in here!" Fisher heard Anna scream, obviously seeing the same thing, it was hard not to. In a matter of seconds, the room was full of various medical personal, including two doctors and a number of nurses.

"Abby, honey, give him back the gun, we just want to help you!" but Abby was not listening. Here she was, a gun in her hands, and about to try and kill herself for the second time in less then a month. She was actually in control of something now, she could do whatever she wanted and nobody could stop her. As she thought back on everything that had happened, Abby had totally forgotten about Fisher, or where he was, or the fact that he was trained to safely disarm men that outweighed Abby by at least two hundred pounds, taking the gun away from her wouldn't be easy, but it wouldn't be hard either.

Fisher waited for the opportune moment and when he saw it, he took it. Just as fast as Abby had taken the gun, Fisher grabbed her arm, and attempted to grab it back, and in doing so he seemed to have momentarily stunned her. Abby quickly regained some control, but didn't have enough of it to bring the gun to her head, she only got it half way when the gun shot was heard.