Disclaimer: I forgot that before. I don't own anything…

Part 2:

Carter entered his apartment just soon enough to hear the answering machine click. He hurried in and pressed the big read button, so that he could hear the message, wondering who would call him at this hour.

"Hi, John…it's Abby…um…would you come over…please…"

As soon as he heard her voice Carters heart skipped. She sounded like hell. Without thinking he gapped his car keys and drove to her place with only one thought in his head: She needed him…

Abby heard a hard knock on the door and whipped away her tears. It could only be him, but she was nervous anyway. She still remembered the incident with Brian, and it still scared the hell out of her to think about it.

She looked so beautiful. John was paralysed by her, even though she was in a pair of very old flannel pyjama bottoms and a little tank top, and her hair was in desperate need for combing. God…he couldn't take his eyes of her, and way too late he realized that he'd been staring at her breasts.

'She calls you in the middle of the night, crying, and all you do is staring at her breasts. Great.' He thought to himself.

"You wanna go, sit down on the couch? Think I've got some coffee." Her voice was sudden, and dragged him out of his thoughts very effectively.

"Um…yeah…sounds good."

"Here's your coffee." She said and sat down, handing him a cup. He looked down, and was impressed that she remembered exactly how he wanted it: a little milk, no sugar.

"So what's wrong?" He found himself asking. "You sounded really upset." He made it to say before something caught his attention. A bottle of wine was standing on her coffee table.

By reflex he looked up at her. But she just shook her head. "I…I couldn't…I really wanted to, but I couldn't…" Then she was unable to say anymore, because of the great sobs that overwhelmed her as the big fat tears began to run down her face.

He impulsive took her in his arms, and as she didn't try to pull away he didn't let go.

God it felt so good to have her in his arms again. He quietly stroke her hair as the sobs finally stopped.

Abby felt her tears stop running, but she didn't pull away. It was so wonderful to be so close to him, smelling him, which was what she needed more than anything right now. She looked up at him, and suddenly she couldn't resist. She just had to kiss him. Any thought was gone when their lips met, and as the kiss deepened she felt his hands slide up underneath her tank top.

Her hands wend down his stomach and down to his pants. She quickly undid the button and opened the zipper.

Next morning Carter awoke to the sound of an answering machine: "You've reached Abby Lockhart. I'm not at home, but leave a message and a phone number, and I'll call you later…beep: Hey sweetie… it's Jake. You wanna get a ride for work? Call me…if you don't I'll just pick you up at 7…I love you…bye."

Carter was choked. After what just happened last night, she had a boyfriend! He looked at her, as she stepped out of bed and looked at him, blushing.

"I'm really sorry, but I think you have to go now."

"OK…won't stand in the way for you and Jake…by the way thank you for telling me. What did you imagine? That you could just fuck me, and then run to me and say: 'Sorry, but I've got a boyfriend. See you'?"