Author's Note: A surprise for you! :) I was writing another Ichabbie short story when I heard the news about Abbie being an FBI agent, the one-year time jump, and Joe Corbin joining Team Witness. In light of that, here is a little something to celebrate. I was inspired and excited. :) I posted this one on Tumblr about a week ago, and I wanted to post it here as a fun little bonus chapter. So, if you haven't read it on Tumblr, I hope you enjoy it here. :)

Abbie walked into the archives. Crane wasn't at the cabin, he wasn't at the library, he wasn't at the doughnut shop. This was the only place she figured he'd be, but she didn't see him. A book was open; his jacket was hanging on the chair. That always meant he would return. He probably went for coffee.

She touched the open book and flipped a page. He was reading something about the origins of music. Abbie shook her head. He was still such a bookworm. Her fingers landed on his jacket. It felt the same: thin and broken in some places; strong in others. There wasn't a smell from it. He must have been getting it dry cleaned.

Abbie heard the door open to the archives. She knew it was him, but she didn't look at him. She just flipped the pages in his book. There were pictures. She felt him behind her; he was close. Her back could easily bump into his chest. She saw him place his coffee on the table. They didn't speak. He touched both sides of her arms, let them slide further down. His fingers stopped at her wrists, where she grabbed his hands and squeezed them. When she finally allowed herself to rest against him, she sighed and closed her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and put his head on top of hers.

"It's been a year," he said.

"It has." She turned around to face him and smiled when she finally saw him. "Someone got a haircut."

"As did you. It's lovely." He played with one of her curls. Her hair was just above her shoulder now.

"Why'd you change it?"

"I preferred a change. What about you?"

She shrugged. "The same."

"How was the FBI?" He glanced at her badge. "I'm positive you exceeded their goals and expectations."

"They said I was one of the best. Joe was up there, too."

"You were reacquainted with Mr. Corbin? How is he faring?"

"He's doing real good. He loves it. He'll also be back to help us."

"I'm pleased to hear it. His father would be proud." His arms were still around her waist. She left her hands on his chest.

Abbie nodded her head. She knew they were bouncing around what they really wanted to say to each other. They didn't say it, couldn't say it yet.

"Will you go back to Quantico?"

"I may go back to visit, but I belong here. You know that. Yes, I left to give you space. But I mostly left for myself. I did this for me. I wanted to see who else I could be besides a Witness."

"I understand. You have every right to rediscover yourself."

"I know. You do, too, especially outside of Katrina. I see my leaving did you some good." She gave him a small smile and let her fingers play in his hair. "Did Jenny help you with what you couldn't figure out on your own?"

"It did help me. I've grown more independent. I found a job as a history tutor. And yes, she most certainly did. I am most appreciative for her. Of course, she's been in and out of town. She taught me how to use YouTube in case I needed her, but couldn't get ahold of her. It came in handy on more than one occasion. I learned how to properly use a toaster oven. I even picked up a few recipes."

"You'll have to cook for me."

"Indeed, I will."

They were quiet and only stared at each other. Crane touched her cheek with his thumb, let the rest of his fingers touch the back of her neck. He brought his forehead to hers. She put both her hands on his face. She enjoyed his pricking beard.

"I've really missed you, Leftenant."

"I've missed you, too, Captain."