"You alright?" Abby didn't answer, she actually didn't even hear the surgeon talking to her. Her mind had drifted far away from that hospital room.

"Abby, ground control to Abby, snap out of it." Susan had warned Elizabeth, had said Abby would act differently if something were to happen, she was right. Abby was not even looking at her anymore. "Please, say something. Abby, c'mon"

"Dr. Corday. Do you need me to get her anything?" the nurse whispered seeing what was playing out.

"Help me get her to her room."

"Gurney or a wheelchair?"

"Wheelchair."

The nurse nodded and ran out of the room, returning quickly with the equipment, wondering just exactly how they were going to get Abby to cooperate. While right now she was not arguing, who knew what she would be like once they made contact with her.

"Can you get yourself into the wheelchair, Abby?" No answer, no nothing.

"What about Dr. Lewis or Dr. Kovac?" the nurse suggested.

"I'm not sure what sort of terms they're on."

"Hernandez?" the nurse was a little apprehensive about moving Abby right then.

"No, she's busy with Henry."

"Dr. Lockhart?" the nurse tried and reached over to touch her arm, trying to get a sense of what her mental status might be.

"Abby, lets get you back to your room okay?" Elizabeth suggested and reached to help Abby up.

"Don't touch me," she whispered.

"Abby, please."

She didn't answer for a few moments, "I don't want to go to my room, I want to go home," she didn't even look up.

"In a day or two."

"Now,"

"I won't discharge you."

"I don't need your permission,"

"You need somebody's."

"No I don't, I can leave AMA, you have no reason to keep me here, nothing you can keep me on," her tone was unusually calm, flat, weird.

"We'll see."

"No! You can not keep me here," she suddenly stood up, pushed past Elizabeth and began walking towards the door. "I'm leaving."

"Like hell you are."

"What? There is nothing you can do. You can't stop me!" she shouted back, and opened the door.

"Want to bet?"

"Fine! Go ahead and try!" she said and disappeared into the hallway. Lizzie quickly picked up he phone and called security, gave them the latest information, then paged Luka and Susan to the hospital, figuring it would be easier to deal with them face to face.

"You cant really hold her here can you Dr. Corday?" the nurse asked.

"I can try."

"I'm not siding with anyone here," she said as they walked out of the room. "But on what basis?"

"You saw her a moment ago. And I'm sure with all the media attention, you at least have an idea of what's happened."

"She never verbalized any intent, she just said that she wants to leave."

"What do you want to bet that there is intent though?"

"I'm sure there is one, but how are you going to prove that?"

"I only need to detain her until Kovac or Lewis show up,"

"You're going to hold her against her will then?"

"I'm stalling."

"How much longer?" The nurse peered into Abby's room. "Because she's already gone,"

"Then go help security look for her."

"And what exactly are Dr. Lewis and Dr. Kovac going to be able to do once they get here?"

"Most likely, get her to verbalize intent."

"Not something she's likely to fall for," the nurse said.

"We'll see," she mumbled as the nurse walked away.

"Dr. Corday?" she looked up to see a security guard walking towards her, twenty minutes after she had first conacted them.

"You've found her?"

"Yes," he nodded towards the elevator indicating he wanted her to follow. "She's not to happy,"

"I can't say I wonder why."

"She's trying to fight off my men,"

"Right then. Just try to get her to her room."

"And then what?"

"Keep her there until her friends arrive."

His radio suddenly came to life, and after a brief listen. "They're here," he nodded towards the elevators.

"Her room, stat. I'll meet everyone there in a moment." The guard didn't say anything to rushed off to meet his men.

Abby didn't resist them by the time they had dragged her into the elevator, their grip on her arm was tight, there was no point in fighting them anymore.

"Dr. Lockhart?" one of them spoke and she snapped out of it, realizing that she was back in her room. She pushed them aside and went and sat on the chair near the window, letting her mind wander. Not caring anymore. She never heard Susan, Luka, or Elizabeth enter a good half hour later.

"Abby, hey..." Susan mumbled, unsure of what else to say.

"She has not said a word since we picked her up," the security guard whispered to them.

"So I'm guessing you don't want to talk."

"I want to know why I can't leave," her voice was barely above a whisper, yet she never looked away from the window.

"The deal was three days, right?" Elizabeth said.

"Why did you send security after me?"

"Because it hasn't been three days."

"I want to leave, fuck three days, its been two, I'm fine," she wasn't yelling, her voice was soft, neutral, it only scared the doctors.

"I'd rather be sure that you'll be fine."

"I will be, please sign me out, you do it or I will,"

"How do I know that you will be?"

"I'm a doctor, I know what to look for. If anything happens, I'll come back,"

"I'd like to believe that."

"You can believe what you wish, but you cannot keep me here any longer,"

"Dr. Lewis, Dr. Kovac, you and Abby can chat a bit while I look into paperwork," she stepped out.

"What are you going to try and convince me of now?" Abby asked once Elizabeth was gone.

"Nothing. We don't know anything, so there's not much to convince you of. Elizabeth paged us stat. That's all either of us knows."

"Kerry died about an hour ago," she said softly.

"It's not a surprise, Abby. You knew her status. It's not good, but it's not a surprise," Luka said calmly.

Abby shook her head, this was her fault, if only she had known. "It had nothing to do with you, Abby. Some nurse decided not to bother with vitals, some tool wasn't sterile, it was a lot of bad luck."

"Seems to be a trait that wont go away huh?"

"What would you rather I say?"

"That Elizabeth isn't really going to do what she says she's going to do,"

"What is it she said she's going to do?"

"She's trying to keep me here, she sent security after me,"

"Maybe she had a decent reason. Maybe she's going after discharge paperwork?"

"I don't think that's it, and she has no reason. She's mad because I walked in when she was with Kerry and I refused to leave,"

"You shouldn't have gone in there, but I don't think that was it. I don't think she's mad at you."

"Then why wont she let me leave? Why did she send security after me?"

"Because you're not really in a condition to leave."

"She thinks I'm going to try something," Abby said rather bluntly, yet still not making eye contact with the other two, had yet to look at them.

"What sort of something," Susan asked, not liking the direction it seemed to be going.

"Why else would she try and get a hold Susan?" once again her voice lacked tone, derived of emotion.

"Maybe she's just worried about you."

"I'm okay," she said after a while. But Susan and Luka could tell just by her body language, the way she was speaking that she was regressing, going back to how it was at County, withdrawing from them. Not good. Maybe Elizabeth was right?

"Give us a little piece of mind?"

"What for? Its not like anyone is going to believe what I say,"

"Try me."

"No." was her only response. She was giving up, and Susan knew it.

"Dr. Lewis, Dr. Kovac," it was Elizabeth who had just stepped back into the room. "I need to speak with you privately," she said rather sternly and then she left again. Abby didn't so much as look over as Elizabeth spoke, didn't move as Luka and Susan followed the surgeon out.

"What? What happened now? Aside from... You know..."

"I need you to get her to admit there is an intent," no need beating around the bush.

"So you're using us to do that?"

"Yes. We all know its there. Don't protect her by pretending you don't see it,"

"We won't, but wouldn't calling someone from psych down be wiser?"

"Hernandez isn't here, and I doubt sending someone else in there at the moment will do much good,"

"Fine." As Susan and Luka turned to head back towards Abby's room, they saw her door suddenly close, and then the sound of it locking.

"She didn't just..."

"Abby!" Luka rushed over began pounding on the door. "Abby, open the door!"

"Please, Abby," Susan tried a bit less angrily, but knowing it wouldn't likely work.

"Abby open this door!" Luka shouted louder, worried about what could be happening. "Damn it!" he said realizing she wasn't listening.

"Isn't there some sort of master key?"

"Have to call security again," Elizabeth said

"So do."

"Well while I'm doing that, think of a plan," Elizabeth ran off.

"Will do if can do."

"Abby, come on, please" Susan pleaded, scared.

"No."

Susan let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, they had gotten Abby to talk. "Why? Abby, we just want to help, please hon,"

"No."

"Security is coming with the key, so either you open it or they will,"

"We'll see," they heard what was probably a chair being wedged under the door knob.

"Abby, don't do this. You don't want this. You're supposed to go home soon.." Susan said as the security guard approached, Elizabeth leading the way.

"Yeah right."

"Unlock the door Abby," Elizabeth warned one more time.

"Why?"

Susan didn't bother to answer, she turned to the nurse "page Dr. Hernandez now."

"Can't. She's not on call."

Susan shook her head and stopped trying to resist the tears. "You have a potentially suicidal patient in that room, her only confident just died.."

"And the physician you're asking me to page is currently watching said confidant's son. What would you like her to do with him?"

"Just get someone in there before something happens!"

"Security will bring the key."

"Its here," the security guard stepped forward and put the key into the lock. The lock came open, but the door didn't. Chair thing actually worked, go figure.

"Abby! Stop this now, and let us in!" Susan screamed as they continued to try and maneuver their way into her room.

"No."

"Please Abby," another two security guards had joined.

"Why should I?"

"Do you want to go home in a day or two?"

"Not like you'll let me now."

"So stop this right now and I'll see what I can do," Susan watched as the guards seemed to finally figure out how to move the chair away.

"You won't. You want a hold."

"And how is this helping your case?"

"You're not denying it."

"I don't want you on a hold Abby," she was honest, she didn't want Abby on a psyche hold, but she needed her on one.

"But you're going to put me on one."

"So why are you locking yourself in your room?" Susan tried to remain calm as the guards suddenly pushed through the door and into her room.

"Fuck off."

"No Abby, not now,"

"Fuck you."

"Abby please, just let us help you, that's all. You need help"

"Yeah right. Up yours."

"Okay then," Susan shook her head and stood up. "Page psyche get someone in here now," she said it loud enough on purpose.

"You don't have privileges here. And it's after hours, go."

"But I do," Elizabeth spoke up.

"I won't talk."

"It wont help you any Abby,"

"Neither will you."

"No, but I can try and stop you from hurting yourself,"

"I won't."

"I think you will,"

"Why?"

"I have my reasons, and I have enough witnesses to back me up,"

"Why would I?"

"Why don't you answer that for us?"

"I'm asking you. I say I won't."

"I wish I could say I believed you, if you weren't going to try anything, why locking the door, or trying to leave AMA?"

"Screw you then. Screw you, screw Luka, screw Elizabeth, screw Kerry, screw Stenton, screw the world."

"Okay, Abby," Elizabeth didn't quite smile, but was relieved, she had gotten enough information out of Abby to at least try for a hold. Instantly, Abby realized her misstep and clammed up.

"Elizabeth please, don't," she tried to backpedal hoping they would believe her.

"Don't what?"

"Don't get the hold"

"Why not?"

"I don't need one, I was just upset,"

"I see."

"Please Elizabeth, don't do this to me," Abby pleaded "Please.."

"What about doing it for you?"

"No!" she was crying now.

"Why not?"

"I want to go home, I want to be alone, I…"

"Which is exactly where you shouldn't be, from a clinical standpoint."

Abby turned to Susan and Luka, she had fucked up and now she couldn't talk her way out of this. "Susan..please..tell her."

"Tell her what, Abby? I'm inclined to agree with her." Abby shook her head, this was not happening to her. she couldn't do it anymore, if they so desperately wanted to believe that she was going to try and kill herself well then… "Why shouldn't I believe that she's right?" she didn't answer, there was no point in talking to them when they wouldn't listen. They had made up their minds, and so had she. "Fine, Abby. Good luck, I guess."

"How dare you Susan,"

"How dare I what?"

"Side with Elizabeth, not trust me, I thought you were my friend, I trusted you.."

"You haven't trusted anyone in a long time, Abby."

"You're wrong, I did."

"When? Because I never saw it."

"Then you must be blind, I'm not going to be able to change your minds I give up alright?" she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, she was going to be true to her word, she gave up.

"You give up? You're done just like that?"

"Yes, I'm done."

"Psych isn't," she walked straight to Corday, "She said enough for your hold." Abby heard Susan, heard Luka, and heard Corday all discussing how to proceed with her now, what to do next.