Carter orders Maggie back to the apartment. "I want to talk to Abby," she pouts. Carter points out that Abby's a little preoccupied right now, what with the work and the dying children and all. "Her brother is missing," spits Maggie. Carter correctly points out that there's not much Abby can do about that right this second, but Maggie insists that she could be accosting all the cops who show up there and begging them for special favors. "The FAA and the Coast Guard won't give information over the phone. They think I'm a terrorist," Maggie wails. I was going to rant about that being total bull, but given the fuss over small prop planes and their potentially tragic ill use, I figure it's not too far off that they'd be wary of a missing propeller jet and its insane pilot. Maggie complains that the FAA keeps referring her to the Chicago police, which makes absolutely no sense given that Eric's plane wasn't based out of Chicago and, indeed, he didn't live there. Carter capitulates that he does know a desk sergeant at the cop shop and could push him for some kind of helpful contact. Maggie prefers that they go over in person and really start to piss people off. Good plan. Carter tries to make her sit still and leave Abby alone, but Maggie gets all freaky and shrieky about it until he shoves her into a seat. "We'll deal with this," he says firmly. "Everything all right?" Weaver asks. "No," Carter says through gritted teeth. "Hey, if Abby needs to go, she should go. I was surprised to see her," Weaver calls out. Interesting that she's so generous with Abby, who just ducked out of a trauma in progress, but she wouldn't -- at the time -- be flexible with Luka. I still think that's because Luka's approach rubbed her the wrong way, but whatever. The point is, it's a little weird. I feel like Weaver should be telling Abby to act like a professional if at all possible, and refrain from flaking out on patients in front of their parents.
As Carter dashes off to Trauma Green to find Abby, Weaver asks Frank if he's seen Luka yet. "The Croat?" he asks, feigning ignorance. Although, it probably wasn't too much of a stretch. "Does he still work here?" Frank barks. "Guess not," Weaver says, erasing Luka's name from the board. Gallant pops up behind her, as he's wont to do, and notifies her that a guy whose description matches that of her mugger has been admitted to triage. Weaver sharpens her claws, polishes her fangs, and flees.