I'm very proud if Abbie for reaching out to Crane. That was very brave and vulnerable of her. :)

Abbie and Crane sat on the couch in silence. She glanced at one of her plants while Crane switched the symbol in his hand. She asked him for help. It was a weight she could share with him instead of by herself now. She thought she could manage on her own, but it was impossible. She almost let him die because of her need for the symbol. That was something she never wanted to do again. He was her partner. How could she risk his life like that? She glanced at him; he traced the symbol with squinted eyes and dipped eyebrows. It clawed at her still. She shook her head, wanted to snatch it away from him. It didn't belong to him. It was hers, but she couldn't have it like she wanted. She squeezed the hem of her shirt, stared at it.

"Put it away, Crane."

He shoved it in his pocket. "My apologies. I was wondering how it-"

"Works? I know. Curious Crane."

He nodded.

"You can ask questions."

"Perhaps another time." He looked at his hands.

"Do you still trust me?"

"Our bond cannot be broken, Leftenant."

He still wouldn't face her.

"Look at me."

He didn't.

"Ichabod."

He met her eyes.

"Talk to me."

She didn't like that they were distant. He grabbed her hand, sighed.

"I do trust you, Abbie. It would be impossible for me not to."

"But?"

He shifted. She squeezed his hand.

"You won't upset me."

It would hurt her though. She never wanted to put Crane in danger.

"I do wonder if this will happen again. You are not to blame in the slightest. You were only trying to cope in the best way you could. I'm sure being isolated like you were was challenging. What were you supposed to do, Abbie? How could I hold that against you?"

"It still doesn't change the fact that I risked your life."

"It's not your fault, Abbie."

She took her hand back. He was upset with her. She wished he'd admit it.

"The truth, Crane."

He sighed again. "In all honesty, I was quite dismayed at your actions. I thought, "She is my partner. Surely, she would not leave me to die here.' I felt forgotten."

She nodded, scooted closer to him. She grabbed his hand again. "I am so sorry, Crane. I never intended—"

"I know, Leftenant. Please, don't apologize anymore. I do understand."

"You are important to me, Ichabod Crane."

"As you are to me, Grace Abigail Mills."

She released his hand and slowly brought it up to his cheek. He held it there with his own, closed his eyes. Abbie leaned up to kiss his forehead. Her lips loitered longer than they were supposed to. He opened his eyes when her lips left his skin.

"Where do we go from here?" he said.

"I want to show you something."

She removed the blanket she used to cover the carved symbol on the wall in the shed.

"Oh, Abbie," Crane said, with his mouth wide.

He looked at her; she nodded. Then she handed him her journal. He flipped through it, shook his head before he closed it.

"It's that bad," she said.

"How do you feel now?"

Her eyes flickered toward her symbol. She touched it, leaned her forehead against it. "I need it, Crane. I just do. I don't know how to shut it out. I know I should, but I don't want to. I literally can't."

He put his hand on her back. She wanted to look at him, but she couldn't. All she wanted to do was be alone with her symbol, her solace, her peace. She shouldn't have brought him here. This wasn't even his space. It was for her and her symbol. Not him. She wasn't going to share. She turned around.

"Leave."

He held the book to his chest. "Pardon?"

"I want you out."

"Leftenant—"

"Crane. Go, and give me my journal." She tried to take it out of his hands. He held it up, so she couldn't reach it. She jumped for it, still couldn't get it.

"Hand it here, Crane."

"No, Leftenant." He opened it with both his hands above his head and felt around for a page. He ripped it. Abbie dug in his pocket and snatched the symbol. Crane dropped the book, grabbed Abbie's wrist. He wasn't forceful enough to hurt, but just enough to where she couldn't get out of his grasp.

"I need you. I trust you," she said.

It was scary watching Abbie this way. He's never seen her so possessive or out of control of her actions. How was he supposed to reach her? He let her wrists go as she praised the object. She wouldn't look at him. He held her closer to him; her hands rested on his chest while she held it. She spoke fast.

"Abbie?"

"I trust you. I trust you. You make me happy. My peace."

"Abbie? I'm not sure if you can hear me, but you have to let it go. You have people who need, Abbie: Miss Jenny, Mr. Corbin, the people of Sleepy Hollow. I need you." He rubbed her back, kissed her forehead.

She still wasn't listening. This time she whispered to the symbol. "My hope. My peace."

He placed his mouth next her ear; her curls tickled his check. "Remember our bond, Abbie. My soul clinged to your voice in the Catacombs. It is now time for your soul to cleave to mine. I was in the darkness, lost until I heard you. Please, Leftenant, find the strength in you to grip my voice, our bond."

She still whispered to the symbol, things Crane didn't quite catch or understand. Her voice slowed down though. Crane licked his lips.

"You are almost here, Leftenant. You are close to being pulled out. Hold on to our bond and what it means. It represents love, courage, bravery. Summon all the times were by each other's side. We fought together, laughed together. My soul needs you."

Her words were one syllable with long pauses between them. "Peace. Trust. Joy."

"I love you, Grace Abigail Mills."

Silence now.

He peeked down at her. "Abbie?"

"Crane?"

"How do you feel?"

"I don't hear it anymore." She played with the symbol.

"At all?"

She nodded. "Nothing."

"Are you positive?"

She switched it in bother hands, put it to her chest. "There is nothing."

He held her cheeks, kissed her forehead, and hugged her to him. Her arms circled his waist.

"I don't know how, but my soul heard your voice."

He smiled above her head.

"Our fates are forever entwined, even in our darkest moments."

She dropped the symbol. "I love you, too."