The tapping of Abbie's boots echoes through the precinct hall as she marches towards Captain Irving's office. Ichabod follows closely behind her, his hands tucked behind his back.
Before she gets past her desk she sees Morales, a goofy grin on his face. Like a hurricane she approaches him, her hand slamming on his desk. "Where is she Morales?"
Luke gives her a baffled look as he stands up. "What the hell are you talking about Abbbie? Why are you even here? I thought it was your day off."
"I could ask you the same thing. You were out by the lake early this morning and why was that exactly?" She pokes him in the chest, her eyes locked on him.
Ichabod stands near by letting is wife do her job. He tries not to smile or even gloat as Abbie reads Luke his rights, her line of questioning making Luke squirm.
"Listen Abbie if you're upset I brought Libby out to the lake I'm sorry but you don't own that lake. Libby is at work, I dropped her off at the courthouse before I came to work. What exactly has you so worked up Mills?" Luke moves Abbie's finger from his chest, his hand holding her wrist tightly.
Noticing this Ichabod steps forward as Abbie jerks free from Luke's grip. "I need to talk to Liberty, that's all you need to know."
Luke looks at Ichabod, his eyes narrowing. "Do something with your wife."
"Detective, I would appreciate you not manhandling my wife or speaking to her in such a manner. While I have no doubt Abigail can handle herself I will not sit idly by and have her mistreated, am I understood?" Ichabod places his hand on the small of Abbie's back as they walk out of the precinct.
"Thanks and yes I can handle myself." Abbie gives him a sideways grin as they walk across the square to the courthouse.
An attractive young blonde sits at the reception desk, her green eyes smile as brightly as her ruby lips. "Good evening, may I help you?"
"Is ADA Miles in?" Abbie rests her hands on the table, glaring at the pretty blonde.
"No, you just missed her." Ichabod thanks the young lady for the information as Abbie takes out her cell phone.
Terror flashes in Abbie's brown eyes as she clutches the phone in her hand. "Jenny's not answering … what if?"
"Perhaps she's out with Graceson, try her again." Her fingers blur across the touch screen as she dials her sister again.
After two unsuccessful attempts they rush back to the cabin to find the door open and the living room trashed. "Jenny!" Abbie calls out as Ichabod rushes to the bedrooms.
"Abbie … in here!" Abbie rushes to her bedroom finding Jenny beaten and bloody on the bed.
"Jenny … oh please don't be dead." She checks for a pulse, hearing a moan coming from her lips.
"Abbie …" Jenny muddles out as she points to the baby crib.
Ichabod rushes over to the crib to find a bloody blanket and their son missing. He takes the blanket, sinking to his knees. "Oh God no … not my son."
Captain Irving rubs Abbie's back as Jenny is loaded into the ambulance, Ichabod still clinging to Graceson's blanket. "We'll find Graceson and whoever did this to Jenny. You need to stay out of this Abbie, you'll only get in the way."
Abbie clenches her jaw as she glares back at Irving. "Stay out of it. My baby is missing and my sister is near death and you want me to stay out of it. Tell you what, you go do what you have to and so will I."
She walks in the house taking her shield and gun from the mantel. Placing both of them in Irving's hand, she lowers her head as she walks towards Ichabod and they climb in the Jeep to leave.
"Abigail I failed you and I am sorry." Abbie strokes his face, her tears now following.
"You didn't fail me Ichabod, you never could. When I find Liberty Miles I'm going to rip her heart out and feed it to her." She pushes the gas pedal to the floor as she heads towards the courthouse.
"You think Liberty has our child and has him in the underbelly of the courthouse." He runs his fingers over the blanket as he ponders a memory from his past.
"I know that look Ichabod … what is it?" They walk to the back of the courthouse, Abbie watching Ichabod as he investigates the grounds.
"Do you see that, it's a snake skin? We are in the right place my love. The courthouse like the armory holds many secrets. Instead of a tunnel, there is a private compartment that General Washington would use to store documents. This room was only known to his inner circle, the documents of the most delicate nature. I believe Liberty is there and possibly with our son." Abbie picks up a large rock, breaking out the glass of one of the back doors. A siren goes off as she opens the door and calls Irving.
A black spiral staircase descended down into the darkness as Ichabod and Abbie glide down it. When they reach a stone door Ichabod's long fingers feel around it, pulling a small wooden lever at the top. The door opens, the sound of hissing vibrating back at them.
"Ichabod." Abbie gives him a worried glance as they walk in.
Taking a lantern from the wall Ichabod lights it, the flame casting a low glow over the room. Abbie kicks the snakes at the door out of her way, the slithering menaces coming towards her. "Abigail, the scarf … they're attracted to the rose water."
The pink scarf goes sailing across the room, the snake following it. They inch through the small passageway to find the secret document room of General Washington.
Graceson lies on a blanket in the middle of the room, a strange symbol drawn underneath him. Ichabod's long arm goes across Abbie's chest, keeping her from moving towards their son. "No, we must wait for Liberty to show herself. It's the only way to stop the demon."
She tries to move his arm, her heart longing to hold her child. The helpless babe lay on the stone floor, babbling and cooing as he plays with his toes. Every instinct in Abbie tells her to go to him, to scoop her son up in her arms and run far away. The mother in her battles with the cop in her, the two sides of her pulling her apart.
Before she has a chance to move Liberty walks over to the baby, squatting down to him. "Soon the Devourer will walk and all because of you. Once your heart and light have been consumed the darkness will take this town and the Horsemen will ride."
Ichabod hold's Abbie tight, shaking his head. Whispering so low she can barely hear him he tells her his plan. "The altar in the corner, you need to demolish it. She is trying to summon the demon. I'll use the oil from the lantern to start a fire, gaining her attention. Once she's has me in her sights, I'll distract her while you take Graceson. You run Abigail and you don't look back."
Her lips begin to tremble as she realizes Ichabod means to sacrifice himself for their son. "No … we are getting out … all of us." She hands Ichabod her spare gun before she inches along the wall towards the altar.
The lantern smashes against the wall, the oil blazing a roaring fire. Liberty turns her brown eyes to Ichabod, his tall frame standing on the other side of the flames. "How brave of you but flames won't stop me, nothing will."
"Oh on the contrary, I believe we both know exactly what will stop you." Ichabod walks around the flames as Abbie smashes the altar to pieces. Liberty screams, wrapping her arms around her waist.
"No! Stop!" She screams at Abbie, the bowls and ceramic vessels crashing to the floor.
Picking up a double edged dagger Abbie rips a black tapestry lying across the table, the symbols on it like that on the floor. "This is for my sister, this is for my son and this is just because I never really liked you."
Liberty crawls to Abbie, blood starting to dribble from her mouth. "You have no idea what you've done."
Scooping the baby up, Ichabod yells for Abbie to run to him. The flames start to grow, creeping up the wooden beams bracing the walls. As Abbie reaches him he notices the symbol of death, the crossbow, etched on the blade in her hand.
"Give me that Abbie." He takes it from her, handing her Graceson. "Run my love and know I will never stop loving you. Even if my heart stops beating my soul will carry our love." He pushes her into the entrance as he pulls the lever closing the door.
"No … Ichabod no!" She bangs on the door, her heart crumbling in her chest.
"You die with me Ichabod, is that what you want?" Liberty climbs to her feet, the skin of her face cracking.
"There is something about this room I take you have not discovered." He points to a hidden hatch in the floor, the flames inching closer to it.
She runs towards it as Ichabod sinks the dagger in her back. A scream unlike anything he had heard before fills the room, causing Ichabod to sink to his knees.
Liberty lurches forward, a green light bursting out from her eyes. Ichabod shields his eyes with his arm, the girl before him transforming into a demon with gray snake like skin.
"The Devourer." He whispers as he mustards all of his energy, pulling the dagger from her back and plunging it into her heart.
The demon quivers on the floor, its body being consumed by the flames. A dark green cloud starts to billow from the body, the fumes toxic.
On hands and knees Ichabod crawls towards the hatch, his lungs burning and on the verge of exploding. "Abigail …" He manages to say as the fumes and fire overtake him.
"Ichabod … oh please wake up. Please … I love you." The sensation of cool skin on his face slowly brings him back as he tries to take in the fresh air.
Turning to his side he begins to cough, the toxic fumes still clinging to him. "Abbie … how?"
With Graceson in her arms she kisses him, her tears wetting his face. "Luke found you and pulled you out. I can't thank him enough. It took him a few tries but he pried the door open and barely got you out in time. That thing … it wasn't Libby. Where did she go?"
He tries to set up, his hand stroking her face. "Liberty was the demon. She needed to consume Graceson's heart to transform completely. That altar wasn't to summon the demon it was to help her transform." He collapses back to the ground as the E.M.T. places an oxygen mask over him.
"Hey there Icky … you look like crap." Ichabod slowly opens his blue eyes, Jenny standing over him.
Her once flawless face is now covered in cuts, bruises and one swollen right eye. Pulling a chair over to him, she winces as she adjusts the sling holding her left arm. Abbie kisses him softly, the two Mills sister gazing back at him.
"Ms. Jenny, are you well?" His concern for his sister in law greater than the concern for himself.
He can feel a tightness coming from his hands, his lungs still burning. Abbie helps adjust the pillows under his head, her smile lifting his spirits. "Be careful sweetheart, your burns."
Looking down at his hands he sees white bandages covering them, a few more on his arms. "What exactly happen Abbie?"
"Luke came running up to me after I climbed up the stairs. I told him about Libby and that you were still trapped down there. Graceson was crying and I was crying, it was awful. When he came back up with you I thought you were dead, you weren't breathing. Luke never left my side, he even did CPR on you." She gets a playful smile on her face as she and Jenny start giggling.
"CPR? Is someone going to explain what's going on to me?" He stares at his wife who is doing her best not to laugh.