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Part 4:

"Beep… beep… beep… you've reached Abby Lockha…"

Carter laid down the receiver, as he heard Abbys answering machine. He'd already left three messages, so he figured that another one wouldn't really matter. Still… he really wanted to talk to her, to tell her how sorry he was for everything that had happened that day. For everything that had happened since he wend to the Congo. And he WAS sorry. Ever since they broke up his life had been a mess. His lost relationship with Kem and the son he almost had. In a brief moment he had really thought that he could love somebody else that Abby. God, he'd been wrong. Every relationship he ever had had gone wrong. But somehow he'd always managed to move on. The problem was that he couldn't do this when it came to Abby. He loved her so much. And now: his brake up with Wendell. Another blonde…she was just another good reason to visit Abby. It just seemed important to tell her that he was no longer dating anyone.

Carter glanced at his watch. It was only 8.30 p.m., so she was probably home and awake. He could go over there to see. Yes…the more he thought about it, the better the idea seamed. Without really thinking anymore he gapped his car keys and headed towards Abbys place.

Carter stood in the dark hall in front of Abbys door. He started to feel a little stupid. Maybe she didn't want him to come. Maybe she wasn't even home. Maybe…maybe she was on a date? The thought hurt him deeply, but the fact was that it could be true.

After staring at her door for five minutes Carter finally knocked. No one answered. He knocked again.

"Abby…knock…are you…knock…home?"

When there was still no response Carter silently tried to open the door, and to his great surprise it was open, and he stepped into the apartment.

Abbys apartment was messy and dark. In the as Carter entered he got a feeling that he shouldn't be there. As a matter of fact he was just about to leave when he heard a strange sound coming from a room in the back of the apartment.

Slowly he moved to see a half-opened door witch leaded to an illuminated room. He stepped into the room to fast to realise that it was her bathroom, and yes…Abby was in there. Carter stared transfixed on the beautiful woman in front of him, who sad up in the bathtub, scrubbing her naked body. Yet she hadn't noticed his presence, and he could still enjoy the sight of her. 'God, she is beautiful,' he thought, his brain had almost stopped working, and he was under a weird spell of hers.

"Carter, what in the face of the planet do you think you are doing?" Abbys voice brought him back to reality as she dropped down so the water that was covered with bubbles could conceal her body.

"I…you are really beautiful, did you know that?" Carter had no control over his voice or actions, but as soon as the words had left his mouth, he already regretted them. The look on her face when he said them wasn't exactly amused.

"Carter, what do you want?"

Carter made up a fast excuse: "Um…I came to tell you that I thought that you handled that little girl very well today." Man that was the lamest thing I've ever said, he thought.

"Why didn't you just call me? Instead of just forcing your way into my apartment?" Her voice was rough, and Carter instantly regretted that he ever wend to her place.

Before he knew what he was doing Carter turned around and stormed out of the room, leaving her speechless behind. Just before he left he yelled out:

"By the way, I broke up with Wendall. I just wanted you to know that."

Then he was gone.