The warehouse demons, two hideous , scaly creatures, we're easily destroyed with fire, just as Katrina had indicated. When Abbie and Ichabod returned to the Captain's office, they were surprised to see Jenny sitting across from him.

"Job's done Boss", Abbie said.

"Yes, Constance Livingston called shortly before you arrived. Seems she and her sisters are back on full power. She sends her thanks and a message from Cynthia, let's see, I wrote it down. Oh, yeah, here it is" Irving read the note to Abbie "Don't forget to drink the Peppermint tea. Peppermint tea? Are you feeling OK Mills, you have been looking a little peaked lately. You sure you're OK?

"Yeah." Abbie smiled nervously "I'm fine. Really."

"Yeah". Jenny chimed in, "Nothing that won't be cured in a few months."

"A few months?" Irving asked, "Am I missing something?" He looked from Abbie to Crane.

"No, I just need a word with my sister" Abbie said as she pulled Jenny into the hallway.

"Jenny" Abbie whispered angrily, "what is wrong with you? Let's go in here." She led her sister to the empty break room.

"Hey, Abs, everyone is gonna know about it sooner or later." Jenny said, leaning against the table.

"Yes, but it's my story to tell and I'll tell it when I'm ready, got it Jenny?." Abbie asked.

"Sure I know better than to argue with a pregnant woman," Jenny teased "So what happened with Crane when you told him about the baby, is everything sorted out between you two?"

Abbie couldn't help smiling when she said ,"Ichabod was great. He's actually known about the baby for the last 2 weeks; he's very happy. And you know Jen, now I really believe that everything will work out."

"Ah, so you're calling Crane by his first name now, huh? That's a good sign." Jenny said playfully. "I knew the daddy of my niece or nephew would rise to the challenge."

"Niece," Abbie confirmed.

"Wait, you know what you're having?" Jenny asked "How?"

Abbie exhaled and said "Katrina Crane, long story, tell you later."

"Katrina Crane?" Jenny asked in wonder, "that is gonna be some story!"

"Hey Jen", Abbie asked "What's up with you and the Captain anyway? You two seem to be spending a lot of time together lately."

"We were just consulting, that's all," Jenny said, a bit sheepishly

"Consulting?" Abbie smiled, "is that what they're calling it now?"

"Think what you want sister dear", Jenny countered, "but this is not about me anyway. So quit trying to change the subject. "It's your story to tell, remember?" The two walked back towards Irving's office just as Ichabod emerged.

"So Miss Jenny, always a pleasure to see you?" Ichabod said cheerfully.

"Same here Crane" Jenny replied

"I'm taking Crane back to the cabin. Do you need a lift home?" Abbie asked.

"No, Abs, Frank will take me home", Jenny returned.

"Frank, huh, speaking of first names and all." Abbie smirked.

"Yeah, well" Jenny countered, "I guess I won't be waiting up for you tonight Abbie."

"No, not tonight." Abbie said.

"Well guys", Jenny smiled mischievously, "have fun tonight." Jenny winked and made her way back to Irving's office.

"Did you have a pleasant conversation with your sister Abbie?" Ichabod asked.

"Well, you know Jenny." Abbie laughed.

"Quite." Ichabod agreed.

"Hey", Abbie added "I'm starving. Let's stop at the diner before I take you home. I could really use some comfort food right now."

"Of course my dear, you are eating for two now." Ichabod joked.

Abbie and Ichabod sat in the booth Abbie had often shared with August. The pair laughed and planned over that night's blue plate special. (Meatloaf) and dreamed of the future over Corbin's favorite dessert. The two Witnesses vowed to face the uncertainty of the days ahead united and unafraid. Ichabod made a point of proposing to Abbie while her mouth was full of apple pie. Abbie swallowed and happily acquiesced.

When they returned to the cabin, Ichabod and Abbie each showered and settled in on the couch to enjoy some of the peppermint tea Cynthia had given them.

"Well" Ichabod said, as Abbie finished her tea, "What would the future Mrs. Abigail Crane like to do now?"

Abbie looked at Ichabod with her beautiful doe eyes. She hesitated, then in a voice so sultry it literally made Ichabod's temperature rise (among other things), she said "I think I'd like a repeat performance of Thanksgiving night."

"As you wish my lady" Ichabod smiled as he pulled Abbie into a heated kiss and (quickly) led her into the bedroom.

Anyone who might have happened by the rustic cabin that night would have seen a bedroom lit by candle light, heard soft music playing and the unmistakable sounds of two very special people enjoying each other body and soul.

Fin

Thank you for reading. I really became attached to the Livingston sisters. I might do a one shot or two with them and the Cranes in the future. As always, I love to hear what you think. Happy New Year!