A gentle cool rain falls on Abbie's face bringing her back from the fog she was under. As she opens her eyes see can see a car with the trunk open and two sets of feet standing close by. She wiggles the restrains about her wrist, the smell of chloroform still fresh in her mind.
Listening intently she can hear voices, one of them very familiar. It was Luke Morales but the other voice still remained a mystery to her. "Take her to the old house out on route seven and I'll be there as soon as I can."
The mystery man comes towards her, his dark cloak hiding his face. Abbie begins to plead to Luke, hoping to jog some distant feelings for her. "Luke, don't do this. Whatever this is we can talk about it. Please Luke, I'm pregnant. Don't do this to my baby."
While she pleads to him the dark cloaked man places her in the trunk, taping her mouth. As he turns his head Abbie can see a tattoo on his neck, the eight pointed star that all Hessian's wear.
Ichabod follows the drag marks until they become a single set of footprints. Starla and Olivia catch up to him, Olivia handing him her cell phone. "It's Jennifer Mills; she wishes to speak to you."
Ichabod takes the phone, handling it daintily. With the phone up to his ear he speaks. "Ms. Jenny?"
"The coven filled me in on what's happen. I'm on my way to the cemetery. Don't do anything until I get there." She hangs up, not giving Ichabod a chance to respond.
He hands the phone back to Olivia and goes back to his tracking. Starla and Olivia walk with him, their eyes searching the graves and headstones around them. "Where do you think they took her? Starla asks as she takes a pouch from her cloak.
"It looks as if the footprints head out of the cemetery and towards the road. If you know who has taken my Abigail I beg of you to tell me now." He stops abruptly, his eyes fixed on Starla.
"We've feared for some time that the Dark Coven knew of our meeting place, their spies are everywhere. I fear they may have followed Olivia here, I am sorry." Her green eyes dart over to a flicker of movement coming from behind a headstone.
She points towards the towering monument as they walk swiftly towards it. Pouring some gray ash like dust on the ground she chants a few words, the ash swirling in the air and following the movements of the spy.
They run after it, the ash coming to a stop at the edge of the cemetery. Ichabod looks around to find a drainage grate, a piece of black cloak hanging from one of the bars. "You indeed have a spy in your midst and I believe a turncoat as well. If there was one lesson I took from General Washington is was keep your friends close but your enemies closer."
Starla pours more of the gray ash over the grate when Jenny pulls up. "Ichabod, get in." She reaches across the car and swings the passenger door open.
As they speed down the narrow roads of the cemetery Ichabod gives Jenny a very distressed look. "I followed the tracks to the west entrance of the cemetery. I believe they may have used the west gate." Jenny turns the car towards the west gate, stopping just before they reach the entrance.
They take a look around, Jenny finding Abbie's other boot a few yards away from the gate. "Ichabod, she was here."
"We must find her Ms. Jenny. More than the fate of this realm is in jeopardy, so is my heart." He takes the boot from Jenny, holding it tight in his hand.
Captain Irving calls as they make their way back to the precinct, his voice full of anger. "Jenny, I don't like doing things this way but I can't seem to trust my own officers. I can't locate Detective Morales and he's empty out his locker. I think he's the one we're looking for. Call me back if you get any leads, I'm on my way over to his place now."
She looks over at Ichabod as he sits with his hand covering his face. "Ichabod ... Irving thinks Luke took Abbie."
"His angry outburst at the precinct and Abigail's admission of her love for me has driven him mad. I fear for the safety our child but I trust if he has affections for Abbie he will keep her safe." He pinches the brim of his nose as he had done so many times before.
Jenny's brown eye light up with a clever notion. "He's not working alone, he's had help. He smart but not that smart. From what Abbie told me of him I know he's smart enough not to keep her at his place or any place he goes regularly. I think he'd take her somewhere out of the way, somewhere special to him." She pulls the car off the road as Ichabod turns to her.
"The power of the mind can often lead us down a path we knew not of. I see you are on that path now Ms. Jenny." His blue eyes fill with hope as he watches her.
"Abbie told me about this old tree house Luke went to when he was a kid and he took her on a date there once. Not to hash out Abbie's love life with the man she means to marry but we have to take in every possibility." She pulls the car back on the road, her mind trying to remember where the tree house was located.
Ichabod watches as she furrows her eyebrows, her lips pursing together. "I sense you have something on the tip of your tongue."
"Something has bugged me for weeks now. How are you and Abbie going to get a marriage license when you've been technically dead for over 200 years? The police department doesn't even have you on the payroll but yet you get paid. I know Abbie handles your affairs when it comes to money but still ... you don't exist in any database." Her inquisitive tone makes Ichabod smile; it was a welcome change from the worry in his heart.
"I too was concerned with such matters but Abigail reassured me that Captain Irving was handling that matter for us. Perhaps you should address this question to him." His lips find a smile for her even though inside his heart was breaking.
They drive towards an old park, the playground deserted long ago. A single swing moves as if a phantom child was at play. Ichabod climbs out of the car, the cool rain returning.
Off in the distance they can see a tall tree, the remains of a tree house clinging to its branches. "We have to be careful; he might have seen us drive up." Jenny hands Ichabod a gun, her ears listening for any sound out of place.
Walking through the playground Ichabod stumbles upon footprints on the muddy ground. He waves for Jenny to come to him as they follow them, two sets, up to the tree. Jenny singles for Ichabod to stay as she takes the rope hanging from the branches and begins to climb. "Jennifer ... is that wise?"
She ignores him as she climbs the rope, the strands starting to snap under her weight. Making it to the deck, she climbs over the railing, easing her feet on the loose boards. Ichabod watches her, the rain coming down like a torrent.
He wants to climb up after her, hoping the rickety tree house doesn't come tumbling down. The pounding rain makes it hard to see her as she moves inside, a clap of thunder rolling across the sky.
While he waits for Jenny to come back down he looks around the tree, seeing a symbol carved in the bark. His fingers rub over it recognizing it from is past life. The Omega symbol was carved deep in the bark as it would have been in the days of the war. The Hessian's would leave this symbol to signal others this place was friendly to their cause.
Luke had joined forces with the Hessians and together they had taken Abbie. Ichabod ponders this thought for a while when a bullet hits the tree, nearly missing his head.
The sounds of gunfire echo from above as Ichabod takes shelter behind the tree. "Jennifer!" She shouts up at her but only hears more gunfire.
He raises his gun, firing back at the mystery gunman. Another bullet hits the tree, getting closer to hitting him. Firing his gun once more he hears the muffled sound of someone screaming. Ichabod runs towards the rope, wanting to get to Jennifer.
As he takes the rope he feels a hand pulling to him. "Ichabod … help me." He looks down to see Luke lying on the ground bleeding.
"What have you done with Abigail?" He takes a handful of Luke's shirt, his blue eyes glaring back with a heated hatred.
Luke holds his side, the bullet wound there seeping blood. "They took her. I thought I was shooting at them. They tricked me … told me you had put some spell on her. They have her …" He passes out from his wound, Ichabod releasing his grip.
Suddenly a body comes sailing down to the ground, the black cloak around it covered in blood and mud. Jenny climbs back down the rope faster than she climbed up. "This bastard was waiting for me. He tried to cut my throat."
Jenny rolls the body over, showing Ichabod the tattoo on his neck. Ichabod lets out a hiss as he searches the body. "Hessian scum."
"What are you doing Icky … he's dead." Jenny looks behind her to the wounded detective bleeding on the ground. "Nice shot … did he tell you anything?"
"He says the Hessian tricked him but he is to blame for the condition he is currently in." Ichabod pulls a set of car keys from the dead body, holding them up at Jenny.
They dash off looking for the car those keys go to, finding Luke's car. Jenny opens the truck, Abigail still inside.
After the doctor has checked her over thoroughly Abbie informs Ichabod she and the baby are fine. "If any misfortune had befallen you …"
She places her hand on his face as she kisses him tenderly. "It didn't so let's put this behind us. There are going to be more bad days than good Ichabod and we have to prepare for them."
Ichabod kisses her once more, his heart finally beating. "Do you wish for me to acquire about Detective Morales?"
"Not now … now all I want is to be in your arms." With a pleased smile he climbs in the bed with her as he engulfs her in his loving arms.