"It is real Ms. Mills, the faceless mirror, the four trees. I saw it as well."
Hearing those words may have scared Abbie more than actually seeing those things. It was enough that she herself had witnessed a demon rise from the very grown she felt stable enough to prance around on so long ago, but hearing another person a tangible-breathing human being say that he saw it as well? Could this be a case of mass hysteria? Abbie began to recount everything she'd seen earlier in the day. Let's see there was the Headless man riding a horse with crimson eyes. An ungracefully thin gangly demon in the mirror at the precinct. Oh yeah, there was the guy claiming to have lived in sleepy hollow over 200 years ago who is now riding shotgun in her police cruiser. This day just couldn't get any better. The lieutenant quickly whipped out her phone and dialed the first number she thought of.
"Andy please I need you to call an all units," Abbie could practically hear him roll his eyes at the other end of the phone.
Since highschool she could get Andy to do anything she wanted, all she had to do was bat her eyelashes and he would hand her the world on a silver platter. Too bad Andy wasn't riding shotgun, Abbie wouldn't have to ask twice.
"I'm telling you it's at the church," Abbie pushed.
"Woah woah you know this how because of that wack job,"Andy accused.
Abigail peered over to Ichabod and sighed," I'll explain everything just get them there. If I have to go through Irving he'll ask for proof that I can't give yet, and the department is spread thin as it is."
"No kidding. I just worked a 36 hour shift...just getting home," Andy uttered.
Abbie was getting fed up. If Brooks wasn't gonna help her there wasn't any reason for him to be on the phone right now. She could be spending her time coming up with another plan. She was already too close to the church to turn back around though.
"Look, I'm right about this I need to get this guy," Abbie didn't like begging Andy.
"And if you don't it's on both of us," why did Andy have to be such a pessimist?
"Andy. Trust me. Please," the lieutenant yelled into her phone.
"Alright I'll call it in. I'll meet you there,"he finally agreed.
"Thank you," she tried not to sound too satisfied.
Andy pulled up to the cemetery in front of the church. Rounds of bullets could be heard nearby. What has this girl got herself into? Abbie spotted him before he spotted her.
"You alright," he asked alarmed.
"I need a rifle from your trunk now." The lieutenant said while walking to the back of Andy's cruiser.
Andy quickly popped the trunk.
"Where's back-up," Abbie asked breathlessly.
"I don't know. I called it in," Andy quickly scanned the area for the tall British guy.
Abbie whipped her phone out. If you want something done right do it yourself she thought.
"Metro officers need-"
She hit the ground with a loud thud.
Shortly after, Andy wondered if he had hit her too hard. He didn't mean to draw blood.
"I told you to stay away from him. I tried, but you don't listen," Brooks said as he laid Abbie in the backseat of his police cruiser.
"Andy please," Abbie muttered.
He stroked her face to calm her," it's okay I wanna protect you."
"Andy please, the lieutenant whispered again.
"I'm gonna protect you," Abbie bit down on Andy's hand and wouldn't let go.
Andy shrieked as he punched Abigail with his loose hand.
