Last time, on 'Abeni Tutuola'...

"Shh, it's okay. It's okay. Oh, Baby, I'm so proud of you. You did it. Shh, it's all right." Her father lifted her in his arms and carried her into his bedroom, setting her down on the bed and stroking her hair. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she replied and stood. "I'm just gonna go wash my face."

"Okay, Honeybee."

Abby walked into the bathroom that joined her father's bedroom and closed the door. She walked over to the sink and turned the water on, leaning over to splash it on her face. She gasped at the cold, but welcomed it at the same time. Once she turned it off, she heard a creaking sound coming from the shower. She frowned into the towel she was using to dry her face off with and looked at the curtain, seeing a shadow swinging back and forth slightly. Grabbing the wrench under the sink, she slowly crept to the shower and paused before throwing the curtain open and screaming at what she saw.

The dead and very bloody, very dismembered body of her best friend, Kiara, hanging from a rope in the shower, her arms and legs and head lying in the tub in a bloody mess.

She dropped the wrench and fell to the floor, scrambling back as far away as she could from the bloodbath. She kept screaming and her father came running in, seeing the body hanging in the shower.

'Shit, we forgot the showers!' he thought and found his daughter staring at it. First, he ran to throw the curtain shut and then he fell to the floor and turned her body away from it so she couldn't see and pressed her face into his chest with his hand.

"Don't look at that. Whatever you do, don't look at that. Don't look, Abeni. Shh, shh." Fin then felt her body jerk and she ripped herself out of his arms and made it to the toilet just in time. She vomited violently while he held her hair back out of her face and whispered softly to her. When she finished, he led her back to his bedroom and noticed the pale look on her face. She was swaying, too. Just before he put two and two together, Abby passed out into his arms. "Abeni!"

Fin moved them out to the living room and laid Abby on the couch. Not ten minutes later, CSU and Munch were standing in their house, again. Munch came over to Fin and stood next to him.

"How'd we miss that, John? Fin emphasized. Munch put a hand on his back.

"Why don't you guys just stay with Gwen and me? We have more than enough room and you guys don't need to be here with CSU running around. You guys are like family anyways. Come on," he told him and picked up the bags that hadn't been sitting by the door for more than an hour while Fin lifted Abby into his arms once again. They went out to Munch's car and laid Abby in the back before driving to Munch's house. Fin stared at the window the whole time, not uttering a word. This worried Munch. When they pulled up to his house, Fin got Abby while Munch opened the front door for him with his bags.

"Daddy? Is that you?" they heard from the kitchen.

"Nope!" Munch called back and snickered. Gwen came in with her hair tied up in a messy bun, a white t-shirt that looked like it was Munch's from the size, some blue jeans, and a dishtowel over her shoulder. "Hey, Punkin."

"Why didn't you tell me we were having company? I look horrible!" she exclaimed and Munch rolled his eyes.

"You look beautiful, Sweetheart. Fin and Abby are gonna stay with us for a while because. . ." Munch stopped and looked to Fin for permission to tell her.

"We found a body in my shower," Fin finished for him. Gwen gasped.

"Oh my gosh. Well, stay as long as you like. ¡La casa del papá es su casa!" she said with a giggle.

"See, there you go again. Just offering my house to everyone! People these days," Munch growled and everyone chuckled. "I'll show you Abby's room."

They walked up the stairs and went past three doors before stopping. John opened the fourth door and led him into a very pink, very teenager room. Fin laid Abby on the bed and sighed.

"It was Gwen's room when she was younger. Your room is right across the hall from here. Mine is next to yours and Gwen's is next to this one. There's a bathroom in yours, this one, and mine, so that shouldn't be a problem. I'm gonna go help Gwen with dinner. If you need anything, just holler."

"Thanks, John. You didn't have to do this."

"It's no problem at all. Stay as long as you like." So, Munch left the room and Fin sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand down Abby's cheek. Suddenly, she moaned and her eyes flickered open.

"Daddy? Where are we?" she asked weakly, looking around the unfamiliar room.

"Uncle Munchie's house. We're staying here for a while," Fin said and Abby nodded. Tears filled Abby's eyes as she thought about Kiara and what her parents would say.

"Daddy, Kiki's parents are gonna blame me for all this. It's all my fault!" she cried and buried her face in the pillow. Fin ran his hand up and down her back and leaned over to kiss her temple.

"No, it's not. They wouldn't do that. That's not how they are," he whispered against her temple and sat back up. Abby's sobs quieted and she started to speak, but it was so soft that Fin had to strain to hear what she was saying.

"It was all my fault. It's my fault she's dead. She's never coming back. Her parents are gonna hate me!" she whispered over and over again. Fin shook his head and turned her over gently, pulling her into his arms and cradling her head in his large palm.

"It's not your fault. They won't blame you for anything. They know it's not your fault," he told her, but it didn't work. She then cried until she literally almost made herself sick. She choked once, but it didn't happen again. When she was all cried out, she slumped against Fin and just laid in his arms until John came in.

"Hey, dinner's ready," he said softly and Abby pulled away. Fin ran a hand over her hair before she stood and walked down the stairs slowly, clutching the handrail while her father and uncle were behind her.

"I don't know what to do, John. She's been through so much already and now this. It's just. . .so unfair. Why'd it have to be my baby? I mean, not that I'd wish this on anyone else, but. . .you know?" Fin said so Abby couldn't hear them.

"Yeah, I know, but like I said, be her dad, not her cop. I learned that the hard way. I got so caught up in Gwen's case that she literally had to smack me across the face and yell at me to get my attention back to her. I felt awful after that and spent every waking moment I could with her. Don't make the same mistake I made, Fin. Be there for her," Munch answered and patted him on the back. Fin gave him his don't-touch-me-or-I'll-drop-kick-your-ass look and John held his hands up in mock defense. Fin smirked and shook his head. "Don't worry. She'll be okay if she's got you around. You're one hell of a dad."

"Thanks, man."

"No problem. Now let's eat. I'm starving over here. I'm gonna be just skin and bones soon!" They sat at the table and dished out their portions.

"Umm, Uncle Munchie, news flash: you are just skin and bones," Abby sassed.

"Shh!" Munch exclaimed, as if Abby had just given away his biggest secret. Everyone at the table laughed and continued to eat.

TBC

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Okay, I know it was short, but hey, it's better than nothing!