SORRY ABOUT NOT POSTING LAST NIGHT I HAD ITALIAN HOMEWORK AND SEEING AS I CANT SPEAK ITALIAN I HAD A LONG NIGHT WITH GOOGLE TRANSLATE

Ten minutes later they sat on the couch in the living room. He was sipping his coffee and she lay asleep her head resting on his shoulder when he heard a knock at the door. " It is unlocked" he called from where he sat not daring to move fearing it would wake Abbie from her much needed sleep. Irving entered slipping his shoes off and leaving them at the front door, followed by two medics who both followed his example. He walked over to the pair sitting on the couch Ichabod looked up from his mug and smiled. " Good evening Captain" he said deciding to risk getting up from his seat, Once he was off the couch he placed his mug on the table and closed the distance between the two.

" Seriously you couldn't have put a shirt on?" Asked Irving.

" If you must know i was attempting to sleep when your detective broke in and i have not yet changed into my day wear" he paused " But for more pressing matters i will show you to detective Morales".

" What about Abbie?" he asked turning back to her still sleeping peacefully on the couch.

" Miss Mills fell asleep before you arrived and she needs the rest, now come with me" he said leading way to the bedroom being sure that Irving and the paramedics were close behind him.

Abbie had been right it was a long night. After Crane had woken her up they all went down to the station to fill out a breaking and entering report on Morales and they decided to press charges which turned out to be a whole nother thing in it's self so by the time they were finished they only went back to the apartment to get changed and grab some breakfast then they were back at the precinct reporting for duty. After signing in they went into the archives and within twenty of walking in and sitting down Irving burst through the door.

" Guess who made his grand reappearance today? i'll give you a clue he's about yay tall excluding his head!" said Irving obviously agitated, his patience running low after last nights events.

" What happened?" she asked closing her book and placing it on the table beside her stepping out of her chair.

" Three decapitated bodies just showed up in the woods on the edge of town, all of their wounds cauterised coroner says same MO as Corbin and Reverend Knapp" he said starting to pace along the side of the building.

" The horseman" she said disappearing behind a corner.

" Hey did you not just hear me say we have three dead bodies?!" called Irving.

" Yeah i did just give me a minute" she said continuing around the corner.

" Crane" she whispered, gently tugging on his arm " Crane come on get up". He had fallen asleep as soon as they reached the archives clearly exhausted after last night and she figured he needed the sleep so she let him be but now that the horseman had reappeared she needed him up and ready to go. She started poking at his face with her index finger like a five year old saying " Crane" each time she pulled her finger back.

" Come on Mills we have a murder scene to get to" called Irving still waiting impatiently where she left him.

" Crane" she said a little louder, this time shaking his shoulder. This time he woke up shooting up from where he was resting his eyes shooting open.

" Hey, woah Crane it's just me okay it's alright " she said putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her confusion written all over his face.

" Yes of course, Leftenant is everything alright" he asked.

" Kinda, three decapitated bodies were just found in the woods all cauterised same MO as Corbin and Knapp so i'm thinking we should go check it out to see if it's the work of a certain horseman" she said.

" In that case me shall make haste" he said getting up off the couch and patting down his coat. She smiled and led him around the corner.

" About time i was about to send a search party" Irving said sarcastically. Crane looked over to Abbie the confusion clear on his face.

" Surely he doesn't mean?" he asked.

" I'll explain on the way " she said with a smile a smile that he cherished as he did all of her smiles he knew he was privileged to see them as often as he did and he was forever grateful for it.