ok sorry it took me so long to update. i kind of wrote myself into a corner there with the last chapter. i think i did it agin with this chapter too. but anyway here it is:

Thing Happen

Ch. 3

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Abby woke up the next morning in bed with Carter. She smiled. Waking up next to him just felt right.

Careful not to disturb him, Abby tiptoed out of the room and into the kitchen. She made a cup of coffee and sat down by the window.

She had barely taken one sip when she was overcome by nausea. No longer trying to be quiet, Abby concentrated on holding it in till she made it to the bathroom. No such luck.

Before she reached the toilet Abby had thrown up all over the floor.

Over in the bed, Carter rolled over and rubbed his eyes. "Abby?"

"Yeah?"

"What's happening in there?" he asked.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep." Abby wiped her mouth and stood up.

"Okay… well come back to bed." John ran his hand over the bare sheets beside him. They were cold without Abby's warmth.

"Yeah let me just get some water," Abby told him as she walked over to the kitchen. That was close.

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Carter sighed and looked up at the board. A grand total of ten patients. A new low, perhaps. "Where's a good trauma when you need one?" he mumbled to himself.

"Well you know if there's no action here maybe we could go make some for ourselves." Abby appeared out of nowhere and her hands found their way around his waist.

"Really?" Carter was definitely interested. Maybe this would be a good day after all.

Grabbing his hand, Abby pulled Carter towards an empty exam room, calling out to Frank that they were on break.

Once inside Abby locked the door and pulled the blinds shut. "So, what's up? Got a patient to discuss?" Carter asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Don't make me beg you!" Abby was desperate.

"I'm just joking, sorry." Carter pulled her close to him and looked into her eyes. "I love you."

"Me too." A smile played on Abby's lips as she leaned in to kiss him. The kiss became deeper and soon they were pulling at each other's clothes.

Just as Abby was pulling down Carter's scrub pants, there was a loud knock at the door. "Shit!" both of them exclaimed.

"ABBY! I know you're in there, I saw you go in. I don't know who you're with or what the hell you're doing, but don't you have a boyfriend?" Uh-oh. It was Weaver. And she was really mad.

When both of them were dressed and presentable, Carter opened the door. The look on Kerry's face was priceless. "Oh…. John. You were in there?"

"Yeah…" Carter's face turned a deep red. Abby came out behind him with a sheepish grin on her face.

"We have a trauma coming in. ETA is eight minutes. We need a few hands, if you can help," Kerry told them.

"We're coming," Abby answered. As Kerry walked away Abby smirked at Carter. "Maybe if you're lucky we can finish this later."

Oh man, thought Carter. She has me tied around her finger.

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Finally. Twelve long hours and her shift was over. Abby practically sprinted out of the ER and made her way to the El station.

She sat down next to a little boy. He smiled shyly up at her. "I'm Joey. I'm going to Daddy's house," he told her when her eyes met his.

"That sounds like fun, Joey. Are you all alone?" Who would let such a little kid ride all on his own? Abby would never let her kid do that.

"Yes. But I'm nine years old and I'm allowed to go on my own. Where are you going?"

"To my boyfriend's house," Abby told him.

"Do you love him?"

Wow, Abby thought. Where did these questions come from? "Yeah."

"That's good." Joey grinned and looked down at his game boy.

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"Hey, you," Carter called out as Abby walked in the door. "Come in here."

Abby followed the sound of his voice into the living room, throwing her coat, purse, and keys on the kitchen table as she went. "We got six traumas after you left. The hospital was swamped. Sorry I'm late but- "

Abby stopped mid-sentence when she walked into the room. Carter was sitting there on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of socks. "What are you doing?" she asked when she got her voice back. "I thought we were going to dinner."

"Well I though since you were always trying to get in my pants I might as well give you a head start." He got up off the couch and walked over to her. Abby took a step back.

"John I'm really hungry," she whined. "Can we do this later? And besides, I have to pee."

"You always have to pee. Are you sick?" Carter asked, trying not to show too much concern in his voice.

"Nah I'm fine."

"Okay then." Carter pulled her closer and kissed her softly. She giggled a little. That wasn't much like her, but she was definitely enjoying herself.

"Not here on the couch," Abby whispered, trying to get her breath back after a long kiss.

"It didn't matter to you when we did it here this morning. Or last night," Carter pointed out.

"Okay," she smiled as he pulled her shirt off. Then she remembered her conversation with Joey. "I love you."

Carter smiled. He'd never heard that before. He figured he could get used to it.

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