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phoning home [RP for Lee]
standing in the elevator
After three hellish days in detox, Abby is finally feeling well enough, relatively speaking, to settle into a routine of sorts at the inpatient rehab center she's checked herself into. Throughout the detox process, throughout the tremors, nausea, debilitating headaches, and insomnia, all she's thought of (other than having a drink) is Lee and Lily. She's cried more than she'd ever admit, missing her husband and daughter and home almost to the point that she feels it physically. She almost regrets saying she needs to do this alone, but knows she'd never be able to do it if this wasn't her decision and hers alone.

But she still needs them. More than she's ever admitted to herself before. She takes a shower, subconsciously wanting to be fresh and clean for her first allowed phonecall after a successful completion of the detox process. She makes her way from her room to the main floor where she waits, impatiently, for her allotted time slot to begin.

When she finally gets on the phone, she freezes for a moment, her fingers forgetting what to do, what numbers to dial. When she shakes herself and dials the familiar numbers of Lee's phone, she can feel her heart banging around in her chest. What can he think of her now? Maybe he won't even want to talk to her. Maybe he's relieved to be rid of her and the mess she's made of her life. She wouldn't blame him, and she can feel her palms sweating as she listens to the phone ring.

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He nods, any other time he'd push her for more, ask for a real answer. Now? He's all too aware of how fragile things are and he's afraid to push, to give her any reason to think maybe she's better off without him, that she'll find sobriety easier on her own. Victoria was asking about you...He tries to change the subject to something safe.

Yeah? How's she? She rubs Lily's back as the little girl cuddles into her.

Same as always. He plays with the edge of Neela's wrapped package as he talks. Happy enough with life, wants us to visit more. Thinks I'm lying about the camel.

She can't help but snicker softly at his comment about the camel. If only, huh?

He smiles then too, nodding. Yeah...He reaches over and places a hand on her knee, giving into the impulse for any physical contact with her. People have missed you at work.

She leans closer to him when he touches her, though her stomach clenches with the mention of work. Um...do they know?

He bites the side of his cheek, then nods. Not everyone. Neela does and of course Wexler and Anspaugh. Sam just knows you're away from home for a while.

She nods, grateful it hasn't become common knowledge. I...thanks. Can we keep it that way for now?

Sorry for disappearing last night; internet quit on me.

I assumed you'd tell people if and when you were ready. He's not going to betray her confidence or her privacy.

Thanks. She tentatively rests her head on his shoulder, not wanting to push it with him but realizing how much she's missed him.

He relaxes a bit as she leans on him, his fingers combing through her hair out of habit. So...want to hear a funny story? Work-related.

She smiles a little at that. Yeah, of course.

He snorts quietly. Promise me you won't laugh to loud?

She looks up at him, smile turning into a slight smirk. Do I have to?

He sighs, his eyes twinkling with humor. I guess not. Your coworkers nearly needed O2 afterwards.

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