**Author's Note: For QTLuv93 and Jolo. This may not be my favorite one. It didn't really turn out the way I wanted it to. It ended much faster than I thought, so it's a bit short, but I'm happy with it. Hopefully, you like it as well. The next one will be much better. :) Also, let's pretend that Calvin knows about Team Witness and the apocalypse and all that stuff. He seems like he'll eventually be involved in it in S3 if he's back on the show. :)

Abbie heard Crane flipping through the pages of a textbook; he was a bit noisy. They were in the archives doing some research on a demon. Although Crane didn't like it, Calvin Riggs was helping them in this investigation. She was sitting next to him while Crane sat in a chair furthest from them.

"Did you boys find anything?" she said as she opened another book.

"I might have. The monster attacks those who are fearful, right?" Calvin said.

"Right."

"What's the opposite of fear?"

"Courage."

"Exactly. The only way to destroy this thing is to have courage. There's no other way to kill it."

"There's always another way."

"Which is?"

"Courage can only take us so far. Unless we find its fear and/or some kind of magical weapon to defeat it, it's not going to die, which means people will still be in danger─"

"Which means courage alone won't kill it."

"You catch on fast," Abbie said as he smiled at her. She smiled back.

They both turned to Crane when they heard him slam the book he was reading. He stood up and walked towards the table they sat at.

"Having trouble, Crane?"

"A bit, Leftenant."

"How come?"

"I believe sitting in the chair is making me quite uncomfortable. Perhaps, I shall sit amongst you and this gentleman."

"My name is Calvin."

"Of course it is," Crane said as he sat down beside Abbie. He picked up another book and searched through it.

Abbie glanced at Crane. She knew he was jealous. It was in the tone of his voice, the way he closed the book, the way he sat down. It was kind of funny to watch. He was like this with Hawley, too. He didn't really like him much either. They would have asked Jenny to help, but she was somewhere lurking around Sleepy Hollow to help them find a weapon for this demon. Hawley, although he hadn't returned to Sleepy Hollow, told Jenny where she could go for what they needed. They still kept in contact from time to time. Abbie hasn't received a phone call or text from her sister yet, which meant she hasn't found anything.

They were silent for a while. From time to time, Calvin would stare at Abbie and would smile at her. She would return it just to be polite. He didn't know Crane was dating her, and she wasn't going to tell him. It wasn't his business. However, she already set the rules with Calvin. He was supposed to be professional, but he was breaking them.

After Abbie searched through another book, she put it down. "I can't find anything about its weakness. Maybe we should look for some kind of spell."

"Will it stop it completely?" Calvin said.

"It'll be temporary until Jenny finds us a weapon. It's all we have." As she reached for Grace's journal, Calvin reached for it as well. Their hands touched; Calvin covered hers. He then picked up the journal to give it to her, winking at her.

"You're welcome."

"This isn't professional."

"I'm a journalist. I like to push my luck."

"I'm a cop. I can arrest your ass."

"I wouldn't mind." Calvin smirked.

Crane cleared his throat. "If you can't act according to the rules Miss Mills set in place, perhaps you should leave. The door isn't as far as it seems."

"Crane, can we talk?" Abbie said.

"Of course, Miss Mills."

"If you're going to talk about me, at least say something nice," Calvin said as they stood up.

"Don't get your hopes up," Abbie said.

"I won't."

Abbie shook her head and walked outside with Crane. When they were alone, he spoke.

"Can you please remind me why he has to accompany us during this case? We are perfectly fine without his assistance. He could at least manage to keep his hands to himself. And the winking? Really? How rude. He knew exactly what he was doing when he outstretched his hand for Grace's journal. He vexes me, Leftenant, to point where I─"

She laughed at him in the middle of his rant. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help it. Seeing him jealous was hilarious.

"Miss Mills, what do you find so unbearably funny?" Crane crossed his arms.

Abbie walked closer to him and uncrossed them. She grabbed his hands, then she leaned up to kiss him on his lips. "You're such a cute little green monster."

"I am not a green monster, Leftenant. He has no knowledge of the word 'professional.' It is most maddening observing him trifle with you."

She kissed him again. "I can tell him to leave."

"No." He sighed. "As much as it dismays me, we could use the extra help. Irving isn't here anymore, neither is Mr. Hawley. In addition, Miss Jenny is away. I guess I don't have much of an option but to get comfortable with his presence."

"You know I'm not interested in him."

"I know. It's just hard watching him interact with you that way. I'm not the least bit pleased."

"It's all over your face." Abbie chuckled. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I apologize if my speech and actions are possessive, but I would rather not share you with another man. I consider you mine. You are very much so apart of me."

"You're mine, too, Crane," she said, kissing him some more.

"Your lips are marvelous. Must we really continue with this unpleasant case?"

Abbie giggled. "Unfortunately. We have people to save. If we stayed out here kissing, then we'd never get anything done."

"I suppose you're right. We will finish this later." He kissed her one last time. After that, they went back into the archives to search for a spell.