Part 2 to Crane's pettiness. Lol I don't know the guy Danny was talking to on the phone. I made it up. Lol

Danny's phone rings. He leaves the table and steps outside the archives. Abbie glances back at him, then at her book. Crane peeks at Abbie. He knows what she's thinking because he's thinking it, too. Why did Daniel Reynolds have to excuse himself? Why couldn't his conversation take place in their presence? Crane and Abbie bump eyes.

Reynolds re-enters. He's at the table beside Abbie.

"Work?" Abbie says.

"Something like that." Danny switches the map to another position.

"Who was that?"

"An important person, Abs. Has a lot of power." He's not looking at her.

"In the FBI?"

"I think we have work to do," he says.

Abbie stands up. His eyes meet hers. He sighs, follows her outside. Crane watches them. He knows a fight is about to ensue. Two things Abbie values are trust and honesty. Danny does not acquire either one of those qualities. He wants to be a fly on the wall.

Abbie leans against the door, arms crossed.

"Who was that, Danny?"

"Can you drop it, Abs?"

Drop it? She told him about the Apocalypse and demons and being Witnesses. She let him in and expects him to do the same.

"The truth."

He chuckles, shakes his head. "Typical Abbie. You won't tell me shit, but you want answers from me."

She steps to him. "I told you everything."

What else does he want from her? What else could she tell him that he didn't know?

"And Crane?"

"What about Crane? Why the hell are you so threatened by him?"

"Do you love him?"

Abbie blinks a few times; she focuses on the dark tunnel. "That doesn't answer my earlier question. Who were you speaking to on the phone?"

"You two at the bar. That wasn't just friends."

"My feelings for Crane are none of your damn business, Reynolds."

Her and Crane are friends. They are partners. Close. Yes, she does love him. She's not in love with him though.

He creates an inch of space between them now. "Mills, if you're going to be committed to me, I need to 100% know about you and this guy. You didn't even mention him during our time at the cabin when I asked about him."

She walks around him. "You asked me if there was guy waiting for me back home. There wasn't. That was the truth."

Why is he hiding? They are supposed to be talking about his sketchy phone conversation.

"Did you want it to be him?"

Her foot thumps against the ground.

"Crane has nothing to do with our relationship, Danny."

"Bullshit. He has everything to do with it."

She paces in front of him, breathes in the dust and mold to calm herself.

"There is nothing romantic between me and Crane."

"From the outside looking in, he's your number one. There's no room for anyone else."

Crane is important to her. She needs him, but he's not her number one. She stops moving.

"I love my sister more."

"Not like you love him."

She crosses her arms. Who the hell does he think he is telling her about how she loves her sister and Crane? She loves them equally.

"Excuse me?"

"You love him just a little bit more."

Her eyes search down the dark tunnel for an excuse. She tries to speak, but she can't. Why is she lying to herself? He's right.

"You don't look at me like him, Mills. You don't talk to me like that."

She looks at him. He's near tears, and she blinks her own back. The last thing she wants is to hurt him, but he's hurt her, too. He's keeping secrets, he's too demanding of her, and he won't ever accept Crane, who's a huge part of her life. She can't be with someone like that, even though she wanted to try with Danny, wanted some kind of normalcy.

He walks to her, places his hand on her check. "We're better off as co-workers, Mills."

He wipes his face, gathers himself. Abbie feels everything: sad, hurt, but most of all relief. Danny is right. She wanted to feel what she feels for Crane with him, but it isn't there. It wasn't there from the start. Not even close. She nods.

"This doesn't make up for it, but I was speaking to Carl Norman. He's been wanting me to keep an eye on you since you started in the FBI. I never knew why until you told me about all this monster stuff. It made sense then. I lied and told him I didn't have eyes on you anymore. I didn't know what you were up to. He's not gonna let it go though. He's trying to destroy what you and Crane are trying to do. That's not gonna happen though."

She is still upset at him for keeping this from her for so long. But she's glad to know. That's important information. "Thanks, Reynolds."

"I still have your back, Mills." He kisses her cheek. "We had a fun time."

He walks back inside; she watches him close the door and lets the dark tunnels soothe her.

Crane hears someone walk in. He turns around, expecting Abbie. It is Daniel Reynolds, who sits down beside him. Crane didn't hear everything, but he did hear his name once or twice. Reynolds' eyes are red. Has he been crying? How bad was the fight? Where is Abbie?

Reynolds searches around for his map. "Do you know what happened to my map?"

"I returned it to its proper place. I was under the assumption that you had left. My apologies."

"Where did you put it?"

"Unfortunately, I can't fetch it for you now, Mr. Reynolds. I have to check on the Leftenant. Would one of you assist him in the mean time?" Crane glances at Joe, Jenny, and Pandora.

"I'll get it," Jenny says, smirking. "Go find Abbie."

"Thank you, Miss Jenny."

Mr. Reynolds shakes his head at him. "You just love to get under my skin, don't you?"

"Oh, with great enthusiasm." He smirks and exits.

He finds Abbie leaning against the wall. Her head tilts up. He joins her. Her eyes look red, too.

"I'm okay, Crane."

"Always ever so brave, Miss Mills."

She chuckles. "You know me so well."

"I couldn't help but overhear bits and pieces of your heated discussion—"

"Crane, say it."

"I heard my name a few times. I hope I am not the cause of a rift between you two."

Crane doesn't want that. He doesn't want to ruin Abbie's chance at being happy.

"He thinks I love you, that I'm in love with you."

He doesn't know what to say to that. He wasn't even expecting for Abbie's openness about this so soon. Was she in love with him? He can't deny it any longer; he is in love with her. He doesn't want her to with Mr. Reynolds in the slightest.

"Is he correct in his assumption?"

They look at each other. Breathing the dust and mold becomes too much. His gaze is too much. She knows he wants the answer; she'll give it to him because she wants him to know. She stands in front of him, runs her hands up his chest, grabs his labels.

"Kiss me, Crane."

He can't stop himself. His lips thirst for hers, his tongue quickly thrusts into her mouth. The rum she had earlier still lingers. He wants to taste it across her body. He gently spins her, so she's against the wall. Her arms circle around him. He picks her up; her legs round his waist. She moans as he grips her thighs. He kisses her neck. She wants his breathe, mouth, tongue, and hands everywhere. Not now though. They can only do so much at the moment. She's content with this.

"He's right," she says, panting.

He pecks her nose. "I love you most."