Don't own 'em….just borrow them from Wells and Zabel and Warner Bros and NBC on occasion.

Abby watched as the last of the interns trailed from the lecture room and slipped her notes into her bag. She retrieved the flash drive with the visuals for her presentation and thrust it into her pocket. She stretched a bit and pressed a weary hand to her back. She loved teaching – she had come a long way in that respect – but it was not something she enjoyed after a grueling 14 hour shift. Some favor to Craig. He owed her big time for this. She'd think twice before someone tried to ditch their lecture on her at the last minute again. All she wanted right now was a hug from Joe, a hot bath and Luka. And some sleep. In that order. Maybe. Maybe not.

She checked the board with the lecture schedule near the door and sighed. Hers was the last scheduled lecture of the day. She slipped her lab coat off and smoothed it over her arm. A smile tinged the corners of her lips as she read the insignia over the breast pocket. Massachusetts General Hospital. Mass General. It had been nearly ten months and it still amazed her that she was here. And as an attending. She never thought she would ever leave County. She had been there for so long. Longer than she had been anywhere else in her entire life. A life time. First as a nurse, a med student, intern and finally an attending. Even if it was just for one day. County….and Chicago…..had been home.

And now Boston was home. They were making a good life there. She, Luka and Joe. The very instant that Luka had suggested a move that day in the park, she knew it was what they had to do. What they were destined to do. What she wanted to do. A new start. For all of them. Abby shook her head and slipped the strap of her valise over her shoulder. She snapped the lights off, closed the door behind her and headed down the brightly lit corridor toward the ER. She dug through the front pocket of her bag for her metro pass. The train was just around the corner and it was a twenty minute ride to her stop…and her car. She nodded and smiled as nurses, technicians and doctors said hello as she passed. A glance toward the desk showed her that it was still busy. Just a few feet more and she would be out the door. Maybe no one would notice. They might be two different places but some things were the same. It was easy to get sucked back into the ER vortex. Just a few feet more……

"Abby!" someone behind her called. She stopped and rolled her eyes. So close. She forced a smile and turned around.

"Becca…." She sighed. "I just finished a two hour lecture after a 14 hour shift and there's a hot bath with my name on it at home. Can't you find someone else?" The nurse manager shrugged and smiled sympathetically.

"Sorry," she said. "We have a security….situation…..that maybe you can help with." Abby's brows furrowed in confusion and she followed the nurse to the desk.

"Security has been following this girl around the hospital all day and finally caught up with her in the waiting room here. She's not telling anyone her name and the only thing in this…." Becca lifted a worn, heavy backpack to the counter top, "...with any identification was a letter addressed to a 'Dr. Lockhart.' That's who she wants to see. They tried to tell her that we don't have a Dr. Lockhart at the hospital but she insists that we do. She says she is a patient from Chicago. I don't know why they left the bag here."

Abby cautiously opened the zipper of the backpack and rifled carefully through the contents. There were several books, a neatly folded map, a sweatshirt, an empty water bottle and an odd assortment of socks, underwear and tee shirts.

"So, when she said Chicago, I remembered seeing 'Lockhart' on some of your paperwork a while ago and thought it might have been your maiden name or something," Becca went on. "Security called social services but I thought you might want to know."

"You said there was a letter?" Becca nodded.

"Security has it," she said. "They have her in their main office on the second floor. Do you know who she could be?" Abby shrugged.

"I don't know," she said as she lifted the backpack from the counter. "But I'm going to take this back to her and find out."

Abby carried the backpack to the nearby elevator and set it on the floor. She draped her lab coat over the valise she carried and picked up the backpack again when the elevator doors opened. She waited for the stream of people to exit and then stepped inside. She adjusted the employee identification card clipped to the pocket of her dark green polo as she waited for the elevator to reach the second floor. Dr. Abby Kovac. She hadn't told Luka that she'd planned to change her name when she signed on at Mass General. She had been watching the first time he'd seen her new ID lying on the table when she'd started work. He'd picked it up to look at the picture and a cockeyed smile slowly crossed his face as he read it. He'd set it down again and never said another word. But he'd been pleased. Very pleased. It was kind of crazy to use Lockhart any more. She wasn't married to Richard after all. She was Abby Kovac now. Dr. Kovac. So it was no wonder that no one knew who this person was talking about.

A patient from Chicago. A girl? There had been hundreds of patients over the years. Possibly housands. Who could possibly have remembered her enough to make the trip from Chicago to Boston? Who would have gone through the trouble to find out where she had gone?

The elevator door opened on the second floor and she followed the signs to the main security office. She smiled at the desk clerk and held up the backpack.

"I'm Dr. Kovac," she said quietly indicating her employee badge. "This back pack belongs to someone who was brought here from the ER. I think she might be looking for me? I'm Abby Lockhart Kovac." They both looked up as a door opened and a uniformed officer came out with an empty food tray from the cafeteria. He was shaking his head.

"I don't think that kid has eaten anything in days," he chuckled. "I think I need to send for another tray!" His eyes lighted on Abby, the back pack and immediately shifted to her employee badge.

"This is Dr. Kovac, Brett," the desk clerk said. "Dr. Abby Lockhart Kovac." The security officer studied her for a long moment and then nodded.

"Hi," Abby smiled as she extended her hand. "I used to work at County General in Chicago. I understand someone has been looking for me?"

" Just a kid, Dr. Kovac," he said as he shook her hand. "A female about fourteen, fifteen years old. Wouldn't go much older than that. Pretty self sufficient. Pretty determined to find you." He indicated that she circle the desk to the closed door he had just come from. Abby peered cautiously in the window.

"It's one way glass, Doc," the guard said. "She can't see you. Do you recognize her?"

Abby straightened and stood directly in front of the door. The room on the other side was an office, fairly neat with books and files everywhere. The girl was slumped back in a chair toying with an empty pudding container and spoon, straight brows drawn to a frown. The girl shifted her slight shoulders and looked around the room. Straight dark hair was brushed into a loosening French braid and fell down her back. Abby frowned slightly as she studied her.

"Sure she's not a relative, Doctor? There's a resemblance." Abby shook her head slowly. She reached for the door knob and pushed the door open. The girl at the desk stood up quickly, the startled look on her face melting into one of relief.

"Dr. Lockhart!" she exclaimed. "I told them you worked here. No one believed me." Abby frowned slightly, quizzically. Tears flooded the girl's eyes as she set the pudding container on the desk. She took a deep breath and looked across the desk at Abby.

"My grandma died." Her lips quivered and she squeezed her hands into shaking fists.