Ch 7
"Oh God, am I glad to see you," Abby punctuated her statement with a kiss when she saw Mike.
"I can see why," Mike looked around the overly crowded bar. "You giving away free beer, Ab?"
"No, but do you think if I told some of them that the bar down the street was, the crowd would thin out a little?" Abby asked as she and Mike made their way to the bar.
"Nah, the guy down the street is a cheap S.O.B.," Sally, one of the waitresses said. "No one would believe it. Mike, you any good at flipping burgers?"
"I can hold my own," Mike nodded.
"Good," Abby said. "Grab an apron and help Paulie in the kitchen, would you?"
"Yeah, you got it," Mike headed for the kitchen.
"I love him," Abby sighed.
"Yes, we know. We don't think you'd say yes to marrying him if you didn't love him," Lennie Briscoe said from the table next to where Abby was standing.
"Hey Lennie. When did Mike tell you?"
"Called me at lunch to let me in on the good news. Congratulations kid," he put an arm around her waist and gave her a quick squeeze.
"Thanks," Abby smiled at the older man.
"You two set a date yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Well, let me know when you do. Mike Logan committing to one woman is something I want to see."
"You got it Lennie."
"You're what?" Luka Kovac frowned although whether it was at the lab results he held or what the person on the other end of the line was saying was up for debate.
"I'm stuck at JFK. My flight was postponed and then flat out canceled."
"But why are you still in the airport?"
"Well, I've been trying to get a flight but everything's booked until the day after tomorrow. Did Chicago suddenly become a hot vacation spot for the middle of winter or something?"
Luka just laughed at Carter's question.
"Look, I just called to tell Susan not to put me on the schedule until next week."
"Oh, okay. Lemme know when your flight is, I'll come pick you up."
"That's not necessary. I can take a cab."
"I'll be there," Luka reiterated. "What are you gonna do tonight?"
"Try to sleep."
"Where?"
"Not sure. I guess I could go to my dad's place on the island."
"Good idea."
John heard some commotion in the background and then Luka had to go. John hung up the phone and headed out to the front to find a cab.
HR
"God, I am so tired," Abby groaned as she fell on to the bed fully clothed, her feet dangling over the edge.
"You're beautiful when you're tired," Mike smiled as he slid Abby's shoes off of her feet.
"Hmm…" Abby sighed. "I'd say keep talking, but flattery isn't going to get you anywhere tonight Mikey."
"Can I undress you anyway? You might be uncomfortable sleeping in your jeans."
"Will you marry me," Abby asked, lifting her hips slightly so Mike could get them off.
"I already said yes. All I want now is to nail down a date."
"Soon. All we really need is a license and a judge."
"We need a witness or two, don't we?"
"Lennie and Don would be honored. In fact Lennie insisted," Abby mumbled.
"Oh really?" Mike took his own shirt off and then his pants before he pulled on a pair of flannel pants and got into bed with Abby.
"Uh-huh," Abby yawned. She snuggled into the mattress.
"Night Ab," Mike whispered.
"Night Mike."