ALL I Need
" Sir? Sir? Good Sir! I'll have another." The pristine British voice rang out.
"Don't you think that's enough Ichy?" a smart feminine voice answered, putting her hand over the glass, the universal signal to cut someone off. "How many has he had Mike?"
"That's just his second Mills. He's fine. You have my word" the cute, muscular blond responded with a smile before moving on to the next guest. A sneer of displeasure rippled along Ichabod's face.
"After almost three years you still doubt my ability to hold my drink Miss Jenny. What do I have to do to get you to see that I know myself quite well despite the ramblings of both yourself and your sister?"
"I know how well you can hold your drink. Unfortunately I have been witness to it many times over the past three weeks." Jenny noticed the grimace that surfaced on Crane's face at the mention of the amount of time gone past. "Sorry."
"Has it really been three weeks since she has been gone?" he asked staring into the cup of amber liquid that Mike had slid in front of him. Ichabod saw Jenny nod silently out of periphery. 'Three weeks! Three weeks since I have seen her beautiful face. Since her small hand wiped her essence from my beard. Since I heard her say my name. Chant it like a prayer before she cried out to the lord in pleasure.' Ichabod closed his eyes, blessing yet hating his eidetic memory at the same time. Both the pleasure it caused his body and the pain it caused his heart. Not wanting to ask but needing to know the answer he questioned, "Have you heard from her recently?"
Pulling the stool she had been leaning against out so that she could sit, Jenny motioned for Mike to bring her a drink. She was going to need it if things turned out the way they had the past few times they'd sat at that very bar. "Yeah. A few days ago. She's still in Green Bay working that missing child case. She sounds good. Well, good as she could be while in the field. Not sure when she will be back." She paused, rubbing her finger around the rim of the tumbler before taking a sip of whiskey. "No, she didn't ask about you and yes, Daniel Reynolds is there. Thought I would answer you before you even ask."
Detective Reynolds was with her? Ichabod straightened his back as he nodded. "Barkeep! Another if you will!" he intoned before chugging the contents of the glass in front of him. "And keep them coming!"
"NO! NO Mike! Don't keep them coming!" Jenny practically shouted, grabbing the drink that had just been sat in front of the man she had began to think of as a brother. "Ichy! I know you miss her but…"
"But what Miss Jenny? She has chosen happiness with another man. And I am celebrating her happiness with a drink! May I have it please? In fact I will buy you one so that we can cheers. Surely you want happiness for your sister," he questioned, blue eyes blazing.
Jenny could tell he was hurting. Trying to cover the pain with smart words and alcohol. "Look. Abbie didn't tell me why she left to take on this case after saying she wanted to take a break. A break she, well we all deserved after Pandora and her crazy god husband. But evidently she had her reasons for leaving.."
"She left to get away from me. From what we shared the night prior. Our actions, they caused her to run," he whispered, clinching his eyes shut, the ache radiating throughout his whole body, tearing his heart in two. A short time later, he opened them to see the confused look on the face of his beloved's sister. Ichabod, tired of keeping secrets decided to finally come clean. "Miss Jenny, the night before your sister left , she gave herself to me. We…we made love."