A/N:

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"Is this her?" Abbie asked as she put a voicemail on speaker for Ichabod to hear.

Lieutenant Mills,

This is Miriam Crane. I'm just letting you know that I will be arriving in Sleepy Hollow in a few hours. Tomorrow morning at the latest. I was wondering, er, if we could meet somewhere and, well and talk. I know you have several things from Corbin to give to me. You may reach me at this number.

OH, and please give my regards to Jenny.

I'll see you soon.

"Oh, yes indeed, that is her." Ichabod confirmed.

"Lieutenant," he went on eagerly. "If you are going to meet with her, may I—:

"No," Abbie said firmly. At the look on Ichabod's face, Perhaps she said it a bit too firmly.

"Crane, take it easy," Abbie tried to sooth him. "I'm not banning you from ever meeting her. I don't have that right. It's just, well; it's going to be awkward enough, what with having to talk about Corbin. And she and I not really being friends and all. It was hard enough on the phone with a whole ocean between us."

"Ah, I do understand. But, perhaps a disinterested third party might help to alleviate the tension?

"Disinterested! Are you kidding me?" Abbie said with a laugh.

"But—"

"No, Crane!" Abbie insisted. "Just let me get through this one on my own. If I need you, I can reach you at the Van Tassel girl's place, right?"

Ichabod nodded, and Abbie turned back to her computer.

"Okay, let's just see what turns up about your mysterious Miss Crane."

Abbie typed for a few moments.

"Well, that is a bit odd."

She turned the screen so Ichabod could see it.

"Exactly what does all that mean?" he asked confused.

"Well, her birth certificate was apparently not filed until she was just over four years old. No parents listed, says Unknown."

"Poor little orphaned child," Ichabod murmured sadly. "If only I had been awake, I'd happily have cared for her."

Abbie suppressed a fond smile.

"Crane, come on, you don't even know if she's related yet."

"That would not have mattered, Lieutenant. She was still a child who needed love and care and attention."

Inwardly, Abbie winced. She would never forget being a child who needed love and care and attention.

"So, who did care for her?" Ichabod asked. "Sheriff Corbin, perhaps?"

Abbie shook her head.

'NO idea. All her records say is that it was a private adoption. You say she called for Lilliana? Well, maybe the Van Tassel's took her, then."

"Well, Can you not find out?" Ichabod demanded. He was getting impatient again.

"Not without either a warrant or her permission."

Ichabod started to object, but Abbie raised a hand and cut him off.

"Look, as far as I can tell, she's got no criminal record at all. So, I can't just go poking around in her life. Aren't those the very basic rights you and Washington were fighting for back in the day, Crane?"

"Yes, I suppose they were," Ichabod admitted glumly. "But, you looked up Miss Jennifer's record."

"Jenny does have a record. And, I am her sister. That was different. Now, hold on a minute."

Abbie picked up the phone and dialed Miriam Crane's cell number. It went to voice mail, which she expected since the girl was either on a plane or waiting for one to take off.

Hi Miss Crane,

Lieutenant Mills here.

I agree we should talk in private. Please come to my place as soon as you land and feel up to it. I'll text you the address.

Take care.

"Okay, Mulder. We got more X-Files to look in to. Come on."

"Lieutenant, what is an X-File?" Crane asked as they headed for the old archives.

"Remind me to play Trivial Pursuit with you, sometime," Abbie shot back, laughing.