Crane being petty towards Danny. Because he would totally do something this. Lol
While he studies his text, Crane peeks at Abbie trying to reach a book on the shelf. He is about to assist her when Danny Reynolds gets out of his seat. He positions behind her, grabs the book, hands it to her. She thanks him. He nods, makes some kind of remember-when comment about their time in FBI training. Abbie giggles and pats his chest. Crane puts his book down, excuses himself to the mini bar in the archives.
He pours himself a small bit of his favorite rum. Abbie bought another bottle for him. Only they share it. She walks over, hands in her blazer pockets.
"Taking a break?" Abbie says.
"I could use one at the moment."
He takes another glass, pours her some. She sips and holds her glass to her chest. He stares into his.
"We'll get The Hidden One, Crane. I think we have a good team."
She glances at everyone working. So does he.
"Mr. Reynolds seems to be quite comfortable here."
Abbie's eyes focus in her glass. "He's adjusting."
"I'm quite aware," he says. "He's very helpful to you."
He drinks. She puts hers down, steps closer to him. They almost touch chests.
"Crane, don't do that."
He places his down, too. "Do what, Leftenant?"
They stare at each other, knowing what his behavior implies.
"I need you more," she says.
Crane's eyes glance at the floor. "I need-"
"Mind if I have a drink?" Danny says.
Crane steps away from Abbie. He goes behind the bar.
"Sure," Abbie says. She clears her throat.
Crane finds another bottle of rum and pours Danny a glass. When he hands it to him, Danny looks in it. He picks up Crane's favorite and half-full bottle. He glances at Crane.
"Can I have some of this instead? This is a good brand."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Reynolds, but it was a gift, and I do not share it with many people. No offense to you, of course. As I am not close or intimate with you, I do not feel it is appropriate to share. Perhaps you can purchase your own or feel free to chose another selection. There are plenty more."
Abbie shakes her head at him, guzzles the rest of her drink to hide a smile.
Danny's lips form a thin line as he nods, giving Crane a slight glare. He takes his rum and swallows, slams it on the bar.
"None taken."
Abbie puts her hand on Danny's arm. "Could you go find that map?"
He nods and smiles small. His eyes shoot to Crane's before he walks off. Abbie turns to Crane.
"What was that?"
"What was what, Leftenant?"
"Crane."
"Those are the true words from my lips." He pours her another glass of their rum, hands it to her. She holds onto to her glass to touch his fingers. Hers are on top.
She pauses. "I meant what I said, too."
"I know. However, it is I who needs you the most."
She smiles at him. "Thanks for not sharing."
"What's ours is ours, Leftenant, and no one esle's."
She nods, takes her glass from him, and walks away.