Author's Notes:

This is my first crossover fic, suggested to me by Bug Evans, so if you don't like it blame her! :) J/K,. When she first suggested it to me, I initially told her, "No way!"; but then I got to thinking about it as I was driving home that night and realized it could work. I hope you agree.

For the Sleepy Hollow side, the events of this fic take place before the season one finale. I actually started writing this when I took some time off around Christmas. Katrina is still in Purgatory and Abbie is not. There is some light Ichabbie.

As for the Person of Interest part of the story this is part of my Wolf series. John Joss Lionel and Shaw are all werewolves, and John and Joss are mates. Needless to say, this is heavily Careese and completely AU from the show. In my fics, I deviate from the show at approximately 55 minutes into The Crossing. Joss survives and the Samaritan story line never happened. I have tried to write the story in such a way you do not have to have read my previous Wolf stores to understand what is going on here, but please let me know if you have any questions!

The usual disclaimers apply: I do not own any of the Sleepy Hollow or the Person of Interest characters. If you recognize it from the shows, it belongs to the producers, not me. Which bums me out.

Thanks to ReeseisLAVAhot and carolinagirl919 for betaing. I cannot tell you guys how much better you guys make me. I am deeply grateful you take the time out of your busy lives to give me a hand.

Chapter 1 - Attack

Ichabod Crane gracefully unfolded himself from the police car and looked around in the early morning fog. As usual, about half the police cars in Sleepy Hollow were there with their lights flashing. Crane, used to candlelight in his own time, had initially found the extremely bright lights disconcerting, but recently he realized that they had ceased to bother him. This was just one more thing he had adjusted to in this strange century.

His favorite thing about this century was his partner and co-witness, Lieutenant Abigail Mills. She frowned as her ex-boyfriend Detective Luke Morales approached them. Crane tensed, but maintained the outward appearance of indifference to the detective. Morales didn't acknowledge Crane at all and only addressed Lieutenant Mills.

"Hey Abbie, not much to see here. I'm not sure why Irving insisted I call you. It's just another animal attack." Morales waved his hand dismissively, obviously hoping that she would take the hint.

She merely shrugged. "Well, we're here. Let's see what you got." Crane felt his irritation rise at Morales's condescending attitude towards Abbie, but she was used to it by now and ignored Morales's tone. That was something else that bothered Crane. She shouldn't have had to get used to the insufferable detective. Back in his time, women were not spoken to with such disrespect.

Morales made a sour face and turned to walk further into the woods; Crane and Abbie followed closely behind him. "A hunter found the victim about an hour ago. Looks like the poor sap had been dead for several hours. Unfortunately, out here in the middle of nowhere, it looks like there was no one to see or hear anything, again." Morales stopped in a small clearing a couple hundred feet off the road and indicated the body lying to one side.

Abbie and Crane squatted down to examine the corpse, careful not disturb any evidence. The victim's throat had been ripped out, but whatever had killed him didn't stop there. The body was covered with bites and claw marks. One arm had nearly been chewed off and his leg was lying at a very unnatural angle to the rest of the body. Whatever had done this was big, strong, and violent.

"The only animal I know of that can do this type of damage is a bear, and a very large one at that," Crane remarked as he examined the victim. What he didn't say was or a demon.

Abbie looked at him sharply since she was thinking the same thing and then shook her head. "That doesn't make sense. The only bears in the Hudson Valley are black bears, and they're not that big or aggressive. Even if they run across a human out in the woods they normally just run away."

Crane frowned. He really didn't want this to be demons. "Mountain lions?" he asked.

But his hopes were dashed when Abbie shook her head a second time. "Not in this century. There hasn't been credible sighting of a cougar around here in decades."

"Did the witness see the animal?" Abbie asked Morales as she stood up.

Morales shook his head. "Nope, the coroner thinks the vic's been dead for several hours, so the critter was long gone."

"Detective Morales, how many animal attacks does this make in the past week?" Crane inquired thoughtfully as he surveyed the scene.

Morales gave Crane a condescending look, like he was an amusing toddler. "Four," he answered curtly.

Crane leaned over to Abbie. "Four fatal attacks in one week? That is unusual is it not?"

Abbie pursed her lips. "Very unusual; we usually only get one attack every couple of years or so."

Morales grunted rudely. "Come on Abbie, look at the body. What else could it be?"

Abbie regarded her former paramour evenly. "I don't know, Luke. What else could it be?" She of course had her suspicions, but nothing she could share with him; not that he would believe her anyway.

Leaving Lieutenant Mills to continue her conversation with Detective Morales, Crane began slowly circling the clearing, looking for signs the creature may have left behind. On the northeast side of the clearing he found the some broken branches in the foliage, indicating that the victim had come from that direction, but since the ground was carpeted with leaves, there were no tracks to be found.

"Find anything?" Abbie asked as she came up behind him.

Crane pointed to the broken branches on the bush. "It looks like the victim came from this direction. Given the damage to the bush, I would say he was running, chased by whatever it was that killed him."

"Can you track him back to where the creature began chasing him?"

Crane nodded. "Yes, I believe I can."

Abbie waved her arm in the direction the victim had come from. "Let's go then."

Crane nodded his head and began carefully following the trail of disturbed vegetation through the woods. Abbie followed along behind, being careful not to disturb anything.

About a hundred yards away, they discovered an empty double barrel shotgun lying on the forest floor. Crane and Abbie stared at it for a minute before Abbie spoke. "Either our vic is a lousy shot and missed or whatever it was is immune to shotguns."

"Indeed," Crane merely stated and continued to follow the victim's trail.

A couple hundred more yards into the forest, they found a campsite. Embers from a fire still glowed in the fire pit next to an overturned camp chair and a plate of food was scattered over the ground.

Crane studied the scene. "Our John Doe was camping. It looks like his dinner was disturbed by the creature that killed him."

Abbie pointed to a shotgun shell on the ground. "Looks like he got a shot off before he ran. He took another shot further on down and dropped the gun when it was empty."

Cranes nodded his assent. "My guess is that he was trying to make it to the road and possible aide when the creature overtook him."

Abbie and Crane began looking carefully round the campsite. Finally, Crane found what he was looking for─ a print from the creature that killed the unfortunate camper.

Crane showed Abbie at the enormous paw print in the soft dirt. "I think Wolves may have been involved in this. Do you have any experience with the Wolf People?"

Abbie squatted down to examine at the paw print. "Not professionally, but I do have a friend who was turned a couple of years ago."

Crane stood up, brushing the dirt from his hands. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Abbie stood up as well and smiled at her friend. "Don't be. She's actually quite happy. She mated with the Wolf who turned her and they have a child now."

"Attitudes towards Wolves seem to have changed since my time then. During the war, becoming a Wolf meant you were driven from society. Wolves maintained their separate communities and there wasn't much mixing with regular humans. Though General Washington did find they made excellent scouts during the war."

Abbie laughed, thinking of the tough no-nonsense woman she had met at the "Women of Color In Law Enforcement" seminar several years ago when she was a rookie. For some reason, Jocelyn Carter, the tough NYPD Homicide Detective took the small town girl under her wing and had been mentoring her over email and phone calls ever since. They got together a couple of times a year for lunch and they met up at various police seminars as well. Last year Joss was on a panel discussing She Wolves in police work and verbally destroyed anyone who displayed the slightest hint of anti-Wolf prejudice.

"I feel sorry for anyone who tries to run Jocelyn Carter off when she doesn't want to be run off." Abbie grinned at Crane. "Besides, her mate is a stone fox." Joss had sent Abbie a picture of her family after the birth of her cub, a baby girl named Cali Alexis, and Abbie was stunned by just how handsome Joss's mate had been.

Crane looked confused. "You just said he's Wolf? He's a fox?"

Abbie rolled her eyes. "No, no, he's Wolf. I just meant he is one fine looking man."

"Why didn't you just say so?" Crane grumbled. He felt a faint twinge of… jealousy? Why would he feel jealous if Lieutenant Mills found another man attractive?

Detective Jocelyn Carter was on her first cup of coffee of the morning as the phone rang. Her son, Taylor was at school, Cali was napping, and her mate, John Reese, was still working a number. She was enjoying a rare moment to herself when she recognized Abbie's number on her caller ID.

"Abbie! How are you?" Joss asked happily, delighted to hear from her friend.

"Doing good, Joss. Hey I hate to bother you, I know you're on maternity leave and busy with the baby, but I have a problem here that I think I need your help with."

Joss sat up on the couch where she had been lazing about. "Oh? Tell me about it."

"There have been a series of attacks up here the last few nights. Several people have been torn up pretty bad. At first we thought we had a rogue animal on the loose, but last night my new partner found an enormous paw print at the scene of the latest attack."

A little furrow appeared between Joss's eyebrows. "You think a Wolf is behind the attacks? But there hasn't been a full moon, and there won't be for a couple of more days."

"I know, but you can change when the moon isn't full, right?"

"Yeah, John and I both can change anytime, but we're rare. Most Wolf people can only change at night under or very close to a full moon."

"See? This is why I need you up here. I don't know any of this stuff. I hate to ask, but I really could use your help."

Joss took a sip of her coffee. "Yeah, let me talk to John and his… employer. I'll see if we can break free."

Abbie breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Joss I owe you. And Joss there is something you need to know about my new partner…"