Author note: well, here's chapter 4...hope you like it! and if its not too much of your time, please review...it will make me a very happy person! lol...sorry it took so long...but I was in Georgia for a weekat the Peach Bowl...but here it is...and I'm adding chapter 5 too, to make up for it D

Chapter 4: "Bloody Hell"

Abby's P.O.V

We got to his apartment in good time, and he headed straight for the hall closet and grabbed a duffel bag, then went into his bedroom.

"Make yourself at home." He told me.

I heard him pulling open drawers and a door squeak as he opened it. He came out and went to the bathroom door and found it locked.

"Neela?" he called through the door

"Be out in a minute Ray!" she called back.

He leaned against the wall opposite the bathroom door. Neela came out and immediately took a step back.

"Bloody hell! What's the matter Ray?" she exclaimed.

"I'll explain later." He said as he grabbed his toothbrush off the counter.

As he was throwing that and some other things into his bag, he asked her when her shift began.

"In about 20 minutes." She replied.

He briefly filled her in on the basics of what had happened in the past few hours, and her eyes widened, concern evident in them.

"Oh Ray, that's terrible!" she exclaimed. "I have to go now, but promise me you'll call me as soon as you get there. If I'm not here than call me at work ok?"

"Yeah, I promise I'll call you, and fill you in on the rest of the story,"

"Hey, how exactly are you getting there, anyway?"

"Abby" he said, gesturing to the living room, to where I was sitting. "And yes I'll call you A.S.A.P."

"Be careful, both of you. Watch your back Ray, and please don't do anything stupid."

It was pretty obvious that Neela knew more about this situation then I did, and it was almost as if there was some kind of hidden warning behind her words. But it could also have been my sleep-deprived brain playing tricks on my mind. Again. She gave each of us a quick hug then disappearedthrough the door.

He was staring at the door, with a somewhat bewildered look on his face.

"Ray?"

"I just don't get her sometimes." He replied, than looked at me.

I must've looked confused,than he went on to explain,

"Huge fight, we haven't talked for like 3 days, yet here she is, all worried andpractically channelinglike my mother." He explained.

"What can I say? Us girls are pretty damn complicated." I shot back, smirking, and this time, he was the one to roll his eyes.

"Come on, let's get going, you got everything?"

"I think so."