Author's Note*: Hey Guys! Chapters 7-9 are the latest update of I will follow you. I was so excited to get your reviews that I wrote 3 chapters tonight! : ) I hope that you have enjoyed the first two and find this next one equally as interesting. I'll try to get another chapter up tomorrow if I can. And as always, I love getting your reviews! Please don't be shy! Chayes.

"I was searching for some more of those artifacts on Corbin's list and I met her at an antique bookstore in Italy." Jenny stared at the picture, still not quite believing that she had run into this woman halfway around the globe.

"How'd you meet her?" Irving's plate joined the pile on the table. "She was looking for the same book I was. I got to it first and when she found out I had it. She offered me five times what I paid for it. When I declined she got feisty. Clearly she was desperate to get that book." Jenny looked down at her bandaged arm. "She fights dirty too."

"Look, let's not jump the gun here. How do we know for sure that this Lillian woman was actually a witch?" Irving quickly brought the focus of the conversation back to the search for a witch that could help them. "Sounds like to me, all we have are a bunch of old police reports and a family tree that can't prove they were witches." Irving was definitely the type of man who thought seeing was believing.

Ichabod finally interjected into the conversation again. "I've obtained Lillian Thomas' diary. I've not yet had time to read it. I would imagine we could find many of our answers there."

Abbie glanced back and up at Ichabod. "Where and when did you get her diary?" "Uh., Erh, I …obtained it from the attic." Ichabod was clearly trying to avoid using the phrase, I stole it from her attic when no one was watching me. "Rightttttt." Abbie said. She shook her head and began to gather the empty plates from the table. Jenny stood to help her.

"Oh, you don't have to help. You brought all the food. Cleaning up is the least I can do." Abbie motioned for Jenny to put the used silverware onto the plates she held. "Plus that looks like it's a large injury. I think you should let me check it out." Abbie eyed the bandage on Jenny's arm. The inquiry piqued Irving's interest as well and he too looked over at Jenny's bandaged arm. "I'm fine Abbs. It's more embarrassing than anything. Not a big deal at all." Jenny grabbed her jacket, obviously eager to avoid more questions about her arm. And exactly how the fight with Lilah Thomas had ended.

"Alright well, it's late and I still have to drop Captain Irving at the station." Jenny tugged on her jacket walking towards the door. "Let's go Cap. Otherwise it's a long walk back." Jenny looked to Ichabod who was gathering trash off the table, "I'll meet you tomorrow morning in the archives with the book. Night."

Jenny turned and practically flew from the apartment. Irving rushing to follow his ride after hastily yelling good bye.

"Do you think Miss Jenny was acting rather oddly?" Ichabod studied the closed apartment door. Abbie shrugged. "I don't know. Probably it's the jetlag catching up to her. She also said it was late." Abbie looked at the digital clock on her cable box. It was only 7 p.m. "How about a movie night? I think there are some Disney movies on Netflix. And I don't work tomorrow."

Ichabod helped Abbie carry everything into the kitchen. "Yes. I should very much like to find out about Mr. Disney's aggression towards his mother." Abbie began to load the dishes into the dishwasher after rinsing them. "Miss Mills, may I inquire as to whether the information you told Miss Lacey about your mother today was true?" Abbie continued to load the dishwasher as if Ichabod hadn't said anything. She allowed the silence to stretch so long that Ichabod was beginning to wish he had not brought the matter up.

Abbie moved towards the pantry and grabbed a bag of microwave popcorn and placed it in the microwave. "She died a year after she went away to the institution." Abbie kept her back to Crane as she watched the bag spin in the microwave. "Jenny and I were in the foster care system. We bounced through a few houses that year. When she died, it nearly broke me. But Jenny was there. And Jenny helped me get through it. Jenny was always there for me. Until she wasn't."

Ichabod heard Abbie's unspoken thoughts. Until she wasn't. Until I wasn't there for her and let her be taken away. Abbie clench her jaw and reached up to grabpopcorn as the microwave dinged. She finally turned and looked at Ichabod, her eyes glassy. "We never got the chance to say good bye. They claimed that she died peacefully in her sleep." "Claimed?" Ichabod followed Abbie to the couch in the living room, trying to navigate without falling as Abbie snapped off the lights on their way. Abbie sat the popcorn bowl on the table and grabbed the remote. "I read the report on it after I joined the force. There was an official police investigation into it. Someone or something had removed my mother's eyes." Abbie's voice stayed tight, attempting to convey the control she was attempting to maintain. I will not cry in front of him. I am not a damsel in distress. I do not need him to come save me. I will not cry. Abbie repeated these thoughts to herself over and over as she pulled up Snow White on her Netflix account.

Ichabod hesitantly reached out and touched Abbie's shoulder. Abbie turned to him as the music swelled and the opening scenes to Snow White began to play on the screen. Ichabod wanted to say something, anything. But there was nothing that he could say that could take away the pain Abbie felt. So Ichabod did the next best thing.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, Ichabod pulled Abbie towards him so that she her torso lay across his lap. Her head rested against the armrest of the couch. Abbie pulled her feet onto the sofa as Ichabod's right arm looped around her front to connect with his left arm that rested on her back. And there in Ichabod's arms, Abbie allowed herself to cry. Clinging tightly to Ichabod's arm, Abbie silently cried as on the screen Snow White found herself lost and alone in the woods. I might not NEED him to save me. Abbie sniffled and Ichabod held her tighter. But its nice to have him.