A/N: Weirdly, I did not post a single thing yesterday. Sorry for the delay- I wrote, just it wasn't good. So I totally re-wrote this chapter. Hope you like it. F.

He lay in the darkness, wide awake. Across the room, he could hear Abby moving about restlessly in the bed. Obscurely, he was glad she wasn't sleeping peacefully; why should he be the only one?

For the first time in hours, his mind wasn't occupied by the twin problems of trying to remember what had happened the night before, and how to fix it. Now, the biggest thing stopping him from sleeping lay in a bed a mere 20 feet away. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw disconnected flashes of memory, and the most vivid of them was making his heart race. He tried his best to bury them, but his mind wouldn't let go. So he lay and stared at the ceiling, hoping that eventually his brain would get as tired as the rest of him and he'd finally get some sleep.

Rustling and faintly seen movement caught his attention. Turning his head, he was surprised to see Abby carefully making her way across the 20 feet of space that separated them. What was she up to?

He sat up as she reached the couch, giving her room to sit down.

"Can't sleep either, huh?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Tried and failed" she told him. She took a deep breath. "Why isn't sharing a bed a good idea?" she asked.

A little taken aback, he tried to formulate an answer that didn't involve another demonstration like before.

"Abby... I thought I'd made that pretty clear" he told her.

"Tim, what you made clear is that you want to, not why it's a bad idea." She shifted closer as she spoke, angling towards him so they were almost touching. He turned to watch her. Something in her expression told him she wasn't just teasing, she was serious. And she knew the effect she was having on him.

"You do want to, don't you?" Her voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Yes" he admitted. He tried to hold on to all the reasons why he'd decided this was a bad idea, but she moved even closer and rational thought eluded him.

...

The persistent beeping of his phone alarm woke him, hours later. At first he couldn't figure out what the noise was; comprehension made him stretch out his arm, searching for the source of the buzzing. When he couldn't find it, he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Abby. She was lying across his right arm, stirring slightly as the alarm broke into her sleep. She rolled over, opening her eyes and looking at him.

"What is that noise?" she asked.

"My alarm, but I can't get to my phone to turn it off" he told her.

She sat up, releasing his arm. He got out of the bed, going over and picking his phone up off the floor next to the couch where he'd left it.

"You wake up to that every morning?" she asked. "That's one of the most annoying sounds I've ever heard."

"That's kinda the point, Abs- it's almost impossible to sleep through. Though I think we just about managed it." He'd looked at the time as he'd slid the bar to unlock the phone. "The alarm on this doesn't cancel itself; if you don't turn it off it just keeps going. We've gotta hurry." He grabbed their things off the floor for the second time this weekend, quickly sorting them into two piles.

"how long has it been going for?" she asked.

"Um, about 45 minutes. We have to be at the airport in an hour"