We all know Crane was worried sick about Abbie, and he should have called her by her name in that moment. I really thought he was. I was kind of disappointed that he didn't. This makes up for it. :) Abbie had a scar on her head if anyone noticed. I wanted to use that. So, here are some feels for you. :)

Crane stood in Abbie's doorframe. He wanted to say goodnight to her before he went to sleep. She just got home from work and sat on her bed. She still had her boots on, her jacket was off, and her gun and badge rested on the night stand. He watched her, but didn't speak. As she stared at the wall in front of her, he cleared his throat. She jumped, looked at him. She gave him a small smile; he smiled back.

"My apologies for scaring you, Miss Mills. I wanted to tell you to have a good night's rest. May I come in?" He extended his hand.

Abbie nodded, and Crane entered. He kept a bit of distance.

"How was work?"

Abbie sighed. "Tiring, but rewarding. We caught the killer. That's always good."

"I'm glad. One less rascal to deal with." Crane's hands were behind his back.

Abbie reached down to untie her boots, but she didn't make it very far. She leaned up and put her hand on her forehead, sighed.

"Leftenant, are you well?"

Abbie took a deep breathe. "I'm fine, Crane. I've just been feeling a little dizzy lately after that attack."

Crane nodded his head. Two days ago, Abbie was injured from her fight with the tooth fairy. She hit her head, ended up in the hospital. Crane had never felt so helpless. Taking three steps until he was in front of her, he bent down to sit on both his feet.

"What are you doing, Crane?"

He started to untie her boots for her. He took one off her foot, then the other. He sat both shoes together in the corner beside her night stand.

He looked at her. "Do you own a pair of house shoes?"

"In the closet."

Crane stood up and walked to the closet. When he opened it, he found a blue pair of slippers. He picked them up. After resuming his previous position, he removed both of Abbie's socks. He placed her house shoes in front of her feet; she slipped her feet in them.

"Where do you want your socks?"

"The hamper is on the other side of the bed."

He got up again and put her socks in the basket. Once he did that, he sat back in front of Abbie. She smiled at him, only a tiny bit and patted his face twice. He chuckled, but his smile didn't last. Crane just stared at her, positioned his hands on the side of her calves. His fingers skimmed to her thighs as he continued to keep his focus on her face. He didn't mean to be this intimate with her, but he needed to. He had to make sure she was alright. His right hand touched her cheek; his thumb traced the small cut that still remained on the side of her head.

"Abbie," he said.

She gave him another small smile, put her hand on top of his, and shut her eyes. She took a deep breathe. After that, she opened them.

"Thank you."

He nodded his head. Crane didn't want anything else to happen to her. Daily, they risked their lives to fulfill their role as the Witnesses. He counted this as another time she was near death. It frightened him more and more. She was his partner and friend, but more than that simultaneously. So much more. He couldn't stop the scars she would receive in battle, but he wanted to try to settle her wounds as best he could. They would always have scabs and marks to remind them of their challenge. Despite that, they also had each other.

Abbie pushed her fingers through the hair that covered his ear. Her fingers landed on the back of his neck. She put her other hand on his cheek, let her forehead touch his. Both their eyes closed. They breathed.

"Goodnight, Ichabod."

"Goodnight, Abbie."

Crane didn't feel her hands anymore, or her forehead. He opened his eyes and stood up again. After giving her a nod that she returned, he left her room.