Julie got in her car and began to follow Irving's police cruiser. Before he got on the highway, she saw him talking on his radio. It made her even more curious what was going to be waiting for her in Sleepy Hollow. Two long hours later, they pulled up to the precinct. Frank walked in with her and took her to a conference room near his office. He stopped outside the closed door and turned towards her.

"Before we go in here, Julie, I need you to be ready for this. Well, truthfully, you can't possibly be ready for this. Just know that I'm sorry that I even have to involve you at all but I have no choice. We need your help. It's 'save the world' kind of important. I don't know what else to say except I need you to be open to believing things you didn't think were possible, because apparently they are. "

"What are you talking about? What could possibly..."

Frank put his hand up to stop her questions. "You have no idea. Just know that what is in this room is very real. I am not messing with you." There was that stern tone again. Julie saw how serious Frank was about whatever was in that room.

"OK," she assured him.

Irving opened the door and let Julie walk in ahead of him.

"Julie O'Connor, I would like you to meet Ichabod Crane."

Julie took two steps into the room and stopped. Before processing what Irving just said, she saw a man standing up from the table where he was seated. He was a stunning man in every sense of the word. He had beautiful blue eyes, under long brown hair which was partially pulled back, and a full beard. He was tall and thin, with amazing posture. Did Frank just say Ichabod Crane? He was wearing revolutionary era clothing, including a gorgeous period frock coat and boots. He didn't seem real to her. He walked over to Julie and reached out his right hand, palm up.

"Ms. O'Connor?" he said in a beautifully toned British accent. She just stood there, staring at him. Somehow her arm reached out to put her right hand in his, possibly just so she could confirm he was actually there. He lightly wrapped his fingers around her hand and gave her a small bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you." She turned to Irving.

"Fraaaank?"

"I told you." Frank shrugged. "I'll let him fill you in on what's going on." He turned to go as he muttered, "Mostly because I'm still not completely sure myself." He walked out of the room, leaving Julie face to face with this man. She was finally putting some very odd pieces together. She saw his painting from the 1700's. Yet, he was touching her hand.

"You're…you're in the book…" she managed to say. She wasn't completely sure she was breathing.

"Pardon? Are you alright, Miss? You look a little peaked. Here, come and sit down." He kept her hand in his, put his other gently on her shoulder, and lead her over to the table. "Would you like some water?"

She stared at him, completely confused. Speechless. She thought she nodded, but she wasn't sure her head had actually moved. She was lightheaded, almost dizzy. She was glad he had her sit down. Ichabod poured her a glass of tap water from a pitcher he had on the table. "Here you are." He slid the glass across the table to her as he sat across from her. She noticed his hands. They were long, slender, and beautiful, like the rest of him. She knew that if Frank said this was him, this was him. Still, she couldn't absorb it. She couldn't look in his eyes. It was too much for her. She stared at the water glass.

"You are Ichabod Crane."

"Yes."

"Not Ichabod Crane's descendant."

"No."

"You're real." She was still looking at the table, not at him.

"Yes."

"You met George Washington?"

"I knew him very well."

She puts her hand to her forehead. "I am not dreaming?" It wasn't like she had never dreamed about men that looked and dressed like him. It was kind of her thing.

"I assure you that you are very much awake. May I explain?"

She nodded. She listened to him speak, trying to concentrate on the words instead of the tone, cadence and accent of his voice, in which it would have been very easy for her to get lost. He explained everything he knew up to this point, waking up in the cave, Headless, his beloved Katrina, and his partner Abbie and how they found each other. He had the capability of making one feel very comfortable talking, or in this case listening to him. At some point she had begun to look into his eyes as he spoke. God they were beautiful. They sparkled with a mix of intelligence, compassion, pain, and arrogance.

After what Julie assumed was about two hours, he came to the end of his story. At some point Irving had come back into the room. She had no idea when. Despite the info she just received regarding a two-hundred year nap, witches, headless horsemen and the apocalypse, Julie's mind was still trying to wrap itself around Crane.

"You are real," she said. "Your hands." She reached across the table and slid her hands gently over his.

"Julie," Frank said, as if trying to stop her.

Crane responded, "It's alright, Captain. I understand this is not intended as a physical advance, but a - what is the phrase Miss Mills used - 'reality check'. I am quite familiar with this concept. I have been doing several of them on a daily basis as of late."

"This coat." She rubbed the cuff of his sleeve between her right thumb and index finger, her left hand still on his. She managed a smile. "This is amazing. My inner child is doing cartwheels right now." Ichabod looked at Irving as if asking for an explanation. Frank shook his head not to worry about it.

"So, like I said, we were hoping you could help us," Frank said to Julie.

Looking right into Crane's eyes, she whispered, "Anything you want." She caught herself and looked at Irving, while reclaiming her hands back to her side of the table. "Ahem. I mean, sure. Whatever I can do to help." Frank smirked. He was not a stupid man and he knew Julie well. She knew he could see how flustered she was.

"You have a lot of info in your possession, but Crane is the only one right now that would know what, if anything may be helpful to us. What I want is for you to take Crane back to your place. Help him go through whatever he needs to for as long as he needs to. Come back tomorrow whenever he's spent or you get sick of him." Ichabod looked up like he was going to defend himself, but didn't.

"Not a problem. Looks like I'm taking you back to my place, Mr. Crane," she awkwardly smiled, trying to be funny.

The innuendo was lost on him. "Indeed. We'll need to stop at the cabin so I can collect a few things."

"Julie, can I see you for a second before you go?" Frank asked. "She'll be right back, Crane." Ichabod nodded. She walked with Frank into his office. He closed the door. "I know what's going through your head."

"I'm pretty sure you don't have any idea what is going through my head. I don't even know what's going through my head right now."

"Look, Jules. I have only seen you this flustered once before. It was the day you met Eddie. You're…smitten."

"Jesus, Frank. What do you expect? You just introduced me to someone who fought - in - the - rev - o - lu - tion - a - ry - WAR, who proceeds to tell me that the END OF DAYS is likely upon us. I…. he…. Jesus. I can't breathe." She sat down with her elbows on her thighs and her head in her hands. She took a few deep breaths. "Look, I admit I'm a little overwhelmed by this whole thing." She laughed. "That is the most understated thing I have ever said. I'm freaking the fuck out, Frank. The apocalypse? What the hell are you getting me into?" her voice began to shake. "Like I don't have it hard enough trying to raise my kids without their father…" she choked up, about to lose it, but Frank sat down to comfort her before it escalated into ugly sobbing.

She put her head on his shoulder and he put his arm around her. "I'm sorry, Jules. I just needed proof. I thought he was insane. I hoped he was insane. After showing him around your files you don't have to have anything else to do with this aside from letting him in and out of your house." He paused. "…And possibly carting his colonial ass back and forth until his partner gets back from her other assignment."

Julie laughed, picking her head up. "Alright. Alright. I will try to ignore the fact that there's a guy in my basement from the 1700's and he's in my library to try to find stuff that might avert the impending apocalypse. No big deal, really."

"Thank you, Julie," Frank said as he took his arm from around her and held her hand.

She put her other hand on top of his. "You're welcome."

After a moment she stood up. Before she walked out, she turned to Irving again. "About that other thing… the smitten thing…"

Frank looked up at her suspiciously. "Yes…"

"Knowing me as well as you do, you also know that if I am - and I don't even know that it's HIM that I'm smitten with, I think I may have a bigger crush on his coat - I would never act on it. He's married. He is as in love with his wife as I am - was - with Eddie. I understand what Crane's vows mean to him. I know how to be a grown-up." She was sure that once she got past the initial shock of the fact that he actually existed, she would be fine.

Always the skeptic, Frank still gave her a "behave yourself" look...

"You are truly the brother I never wanted, Irving," she smirked, walking out the door before he could throw a retort or anything else at her.