A/N: The confrontation you were all waiting for. I am happy to see you guys are enjoying the story thus far. Onward.

Perhaps "fuck off" might be too kind.-Do Me a Favor (AM)

He left Abbie's home for his own and realized the walk seemed much longer than it was. When he got there, he noticed a car that was neither his or Katrina's parked outside. He could see through the windows of the car that there were multiple bags and boxes inside. He frowned and headed inside.

Upon entering, he noticed a few things were in bags and heard voices from the second floor. He followed them and his rage flared upon recognizing one to be Abraham's.

"All of that can go in this bag, Abraham. I don't want to take much with me." Katrina instructed as Ichabod walked through the hall and rounded into the room.

Everything became deathly silent. Katrina glanced at the doorway and saw him, a look of shock blooming across her face. Abraham finished zipping the bag he was holding and met Ichabod's eyes, a quiet smugness in his eyes.

"How dare you?" Ichabod's voice was deathly quiet, surprising even himself.

"Ichabod, we love each other. We-"

"How dare you?!" His voice was now loud and thunderous and Abraham and Katrina jumped in shock. "I gave you 8 years of my life. I loved only you, supported only you, put no one before you. Yet, you do this with the one person whom I most despise in the world."

Katrina stepped forward and held her hands out toward Ichabod in a placating manner. "Ichabod, please. You know things between us have not been great for years now."

"Well, we know who is to blame for that, do we not?" He cut her off, his voice scathing. "For the last three years, ever since you opened the store, I wondered why you'd grown so distant. I wondered what it was that I was doing wrong. I asked myself over and over again if I was still enough for you. Now, I know the answer. You lied to me. You manipulated me. But what is worst is that you wasted my time."

Tears sprang to Katrina's eyes. "What are you talking about?"

He laughed bitterly and rolled his eyes. "Oh, dear Katrina, did you think I would not figure it out? Did you think I wouldn't figure out that you cheated on me with this scoundrel since before we were ever even married? When did it start, my love? Was it, perhaps, the night I introduced the two of you?"

"That's not fair."

"Isn't it?" He immediately spun around and raced down the stairs where he noticed there were a few boxes and bags and opened the front door.

He kicked the boxes as hard as he could until they were out on the front lawn and threw the bags out after them, one hitting Abraham's car and making the alarm go off.

"Ichabod, stop! What are you doing?" Katrina ran after him and cried as she noticed him throwing her things out into the front yard.

"Leave."

"No, I just need-"

"You need nothing from me, clearly." He hissed as his nails dug tightly into his hand. His other hand tapped incessantly at his side.

"Move on, Crane. She certainly has." Abraham gloated as he walked past the two of them to his car. That was the last straw.

He raced after him and turned him around as he opened his car door. Abraham had no time to get out a single word before Ichabod punched him so hard that he fell into the doorway of his car.

"Stop it, Ichabod, please!" Katrina screamed as she tried to break them up.

Ichabod punched Abraham one last time in the nose, feeling satisfaction rush through him as blood began to gush from his nose. He was about to strike him again when he heard a new voice.

"What the hell is going on here? Break it up!" It was Abbie Mills. While Abraham was being pulled away by Katrina, it was Abbie who pulling Ichabod away.

"They were just leaving." He hissed at them and stormed back into the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

Abbie turned back to look at the couple before, guessing that she was looking at Katrina and the guy she'd been cheating on Crane with. "Do you want to press charges?"

Abraham opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Katrina. "No! No, we will just be leaving now."

Deciding she didn't care enough to watch Katrina gather up her belongings in the front yard, Abbie went inside to check on Crane.

She found him eventually on the third floor in what appeared to be an attic library. He sat in an armchair in the middle of the room with a glass of what Abbie guessed was scotch.

"You alright there, Fight Club?" She asked with a smile.

He smiled at her quite shortly before draining the small amount that was in the glass. He sighed as he sat back and closed his eyes. "I thought it was all my fault. I thought it was my fault the marriage was failing."

"It wasn't."

"Yes, I know that now."

Abbie figured that talking wasn't what Crane needed at the moment and decided that silence was best. She walked around the room slowly, looking at all his books and marveling at how a person could have so many.

"You know, I resigned myself to the fact that I would be stuck in a marriage like that. Every day I hoped Katrina would ask me for a divorce. But...to know that she lied to me, cheated before we were even married...it feels like-"

"A waste of time?" Abbie finished softly. She'd turned away from the books to face him.

Crane nodded silently and sighed once more. "Why did she not just tell me that she wanted to be with someone else? Eight years together with her, three of them married...she should have told me from the beginning."

"Love is complex and stupid. Maybe she thought it would stop. Maybe she really did love you, Crane."

He did not respond and she took that to mean he disagreed. An idea sprang to her just then. "Why don't you go get cleaned up and we can just go somewhere that isn't this house. How does that sound?"

It turned out he quite agreed. Abbie was taking him to a restaurant she said she went to after her first boyfriend dumped her. "The food made me forget all about that."

"Yes, well I doubt that food could do the same for me in this instance."

"Will you go with me on this?" She replied with a glare at which he promptly closed his mouth.

Twenty minutes later, they were seated near the back of the restaurant and had already ordered their food.

"So, Ms. Mills, how does one go from an FBI agent to campus security at Tarrytown State?"

Abbie swallowed the forkful of pasta she'd shoved into her mouth before answering. "I had a bad case."

She didn't elaborate past that and Crane noted it was a sore point of conversation. "But still, campus security at Tarrytown? It surely isn't the most exciting of jobs."

"I took the job to keep an eye on my sister. She can be a bit of a troublemaker. She's an archaeology major with a minor in history so I'm sure you'll have her in a class soon if you haven't already."

He closed his eyes for a moment and recalled Abbie mentioning her sister's name. "Jennifer Mills is your sister?"

"The one and only." Abbie replied before taking a large drink of orange juice.

"She is in my U.S. History class at 11am. Last week, she informed me that the American spirit is one of genocide and racism."

Abbie snorted and covered her mouth as she laughed. "She's not wrong," she said between gasps of air. "But that does sound like her."

He laughed with her and when they finally caught their breath again, he decided to press on. "Are you both from Sleepy Hollow originally?"

"Yeah. I left and she stayed. When an opportunity was presented to me to come back, I jumped on it. It's just the two of us."

He nodded and picked up his sandwich, unsure of which way to attack it from. Finally, he figured it out and took a large bite. He closed his eyes and hummed his approval, thinking that the honey chicken and avocado sandwich was the best thing he's ever eaten.

"What about you, huh? You and Katrina definitely aren't from around here." She finished her orange juice and gave him an expectant look.

His took another bite of his sandwich and drank some water before responding. "Katrina and I have known each other most of our lives. Our fathers were best friends so when we got together it was really no surprise. We both decided to leave England and I applied for jobs at different universities. Tarrytown State responded immediately and I was hired on the spot."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wow. What about Abraham? How does he fit into all this?"

Crane's expression darkened at the mention of Abraham but he resolved to answer the question anyway. "I met him at boarding school. We both graduated and went to Oxford together. I majored in history and he in mechanical engineering. I introduced he and Katrina at a New Year's party we had. At our wedding, he objected to our marriage by professing his love for her and saying that I was not good enough for her. I should have known the truth even then but I chose to ignore it. I have despised him since then."

"Dick move. He probably wasn't really a true friend. Katrina, despite what she did, probably cared a lot for you. That's going to be important for you to remember, Crane."

"Indeed."

Crane cancelled his classes for the week and took advantage of the sick days he'd been building. He needed time to get himself to rights.

He'd had a terse phone call with Katrina wherein he'd informed her that the rest of her belongings were packed and carefully placed outside in the doorway. Her jewelry in the attic, he promised, would be sent to her storage facility.

He hadn't expected her to want to talk to him when she finally showed up, but she did. In her hands were papers he never felt more relieved to see: divorce papers.

"Hi." she said softly as she stood in the doorway. "I brought these for you to sign. I don't want anything. You can keep the town house."

He looked at her, searching her eyes for any sign of untruth or reluctance. There was none. This was what she wanted.

He read through the papers carefully in case there was something within that would force him to give up money or possessions. True to her word, there was nothing Katrina wanted other than to be divorced from him.

He signed the papers and took his ring off, placing it atop them. "Sell it if you must. I have no more use for it."

When she was gone, Ichabod decided that the house needed rearranging. He didn't want there to be any sign that Katrina had ever been there. The thought made his skin crawl, knowing Abraham had been there as well.

He spent the day out shopping for a new bed set, new kitchenware, and new decorations to put up around the house. When he got back home, he rearranged every room and cleaned the house from top to bottom. He truly loved the town house and nothing, not even the memory of Katrina and Abraham inside, would ruin it.

The first night was the hardest. He'd grown used to there being another person in the house and now it was only him. He felt quite alone. He tossed and turned, not falling asleep until nearly five in the morning.

He spent most of the next day outside cutting the grass in the front and backyard. He moved around the patio furniture and turned over the soil in the flower beds before watering everything. After taking a lunch break, he was back outside and had just finished cleaning the garage when a dark car pulled up. Abbie got out and he saw that she was holding a bag of what appeared to be Chinese take-out.

"I brought you some dinner. You wanna take a break for a bit?" She asked as she sat down in one of the folding chairs in the garage.

"I need only to wash my car first and I will be done for the day."

Abbie ate her food in silence as she watched him. He seemed quite intent, an expression of concentration on his face. She looked away, an uncomfortable feeling spreading through her chest. She knew it was strange and foolish to feel attracted to him. They hadn't known each other long but the events of the last few days certainly made it feel the opposite.

She wasn't really a person that cared for relationships. Sure, they were fun in the beginning but they just became time consuming and hectic after a while. Still, some part of her wanted to know how far it could go if either one of them felt like anything was there.

"I'm finished. Perhaps we could head inside now."

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed that Crane was done with his car. She held the bag out to him and he ate quickly and silently.

"You're awfully quiet today." she commented.

"I'm thinking."

"About?"

"How I will build a life that Katrina is not a part of."

A/N: Well? What did you think? Please leave your thoughts. Until next time...