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A/N: Here's another chapter. My muse left me for awhile. Sorry. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.
If broken hearts
Were to speak
Would they say
I love you still?
Could anything make
Love and war
Co-exist on
Different plains?
Jack re-entered his office, Abbie not trailing behind him. Connie looked around. "Where's Abbie?" she asked Jack.
"Cooling off," confirmed Jack. "She wanted time to get her thoughts together." He walked back to the note and picked it up. "Any ideas?" asked Jack.
"None," confirmed Mike. "Connie's just as puzzled as I am."
"I'm going to see Abbie," announced Connie, but as she was moving to the door, Mike pulled her back.
"I don't think that's a good idea, impulsive fireball," said Mike. "You heard Jack- she needs to cool off. Leave her alone."
"So we're just supposed to sit here and try to find leads?" asked Connie. Mike nodded. "Nuh-uh. No way in hell. I can't just sit here while my friend's in trouble. That's not possible."
"I know, Connie, but it's the only way." She watched Jack nod in agreement. When Jack agrees with Mike, then the argument was over.
"Okay, so where do we start?" asked Connie. Before anyone could answer, Abbie walked back through the door.
"I'm taking the rest of the day," announced Abbie. She walked over to Jack and gave him a long kiss.
Jack pulled back. "Where are you going?"
Abbie ignored him. Instead, she pulled Mike into what looked like a half-head-lock and half-embrace. Then she pulled Connie into a bone-crushing embrace, leaving them alone.
"Abbie?" called Connie, but her call was ignored.
The next day, Connie called Abbie's cell phone. No answer. She tried it again. No answer. Third time it went straight to voicemail. She assumed that Abbie might be taking time off. She had an excuse. She was so distraught that she didn't know what to do. No one did.
Maybe that was the problem. She could not get her head together fast enough. Wrapping her head around what was happening was too much for Abbie to bear. Finally, Connie got the courage to scout out Abbie's apartment.
When she rang the buzzer, she received no answer from Abbie. When she didn't receive an answer the second time she rang the buzzer, she scouted her purse for Abbie's spare key. She placed it in the lock and waited for the click. When she opened the door to the apartment building, she hopped the first elevator she could get.
When she unlocked the door to Abbie's apartment, she found Abbie sitting on her couch tugging on a blanket tightly wrapped around her body. She was rocking back and forth. This was a sight that Connie has never seen before. No matter what happened, Abbie always kept that tough exterior intact.
This time she could not. Abbie's focused reached out to Connie. When Connie tried to respond to what was going on, she just reached out to her with a note in her hands. When Connie snatched it, she gasped slightly, and then revered her voice. "I won't let this happen. Ever," she said to Abbie.
With Abbie's sigh of relief, Connie breathed one as well.