A/N: 11.27.2017

Man, I really need to work on my ability to update these stories. I hope you guys aren't too mad at me for taking so long with the update. But, hopefully, this will be worth the wait! Welcome back and enjoy!

Chapter 1: Recommence

It had been nine months since Abbie and Ichabod put to a stop to the deadly machinations of Migron and Golan and their pursuit of using the Souls of the Damned to unleash the world-ending monster, Typhon.

It was also nine months ago that Ichabod proposed to Abbie and she accepted.

They debated back and forth whether or not they should have a full, blown-out ceremony or just head down to a Justice of the Peace with just close family. Edom had even volunteered to make all of the arrangements but both Witnesses were indecisive on how to proceed.

They had just finished eating breakfast, with both of them getting for work and Ichabod cleaning off the dishes; all the while still pleasantly arguing over wedding plans.

"You just won't admit that you want a big wedding," Abbie smiled.

"I want whatever you want, my dear," Ichabod said.

Abbie smiled bigger. "Boulderdash."

Ichabod stopped cleaning and shot a droll look at her. "Was that necessary?"

"Yes."

"And it's pronounced 'balderdash'."

A knock came to the door and Abbie looked at the door, "It's open, come on in."

Edom walked and smiled at them both, "Good morning to one of my favorite couples."

"Hey, Ed," Abbie smiled.

"Sir Edom," Ichabod greeted.

"Dear Abbie, Sir Crane," Edom nodded his head. "How does this day find you both?"

"Doing alright," Abbie said. She motioned toward Ichabod, "He still won't make up his mind."

"Still wanting to get married in an English castle, I assume?" Edom smirked.

"Oh, I have suggested no such thing!" Ichabod argued. He placed some dishes in the drainer. "Though, I do believe that my darling deserves all the majesty of a castle."

"I'd marry you in White Castle, if you'd just make a decision," Abbie said.

"Did you just quote How I Met Your Mother?" Edom said.

"Yeah." Abbie pointed at her fiancé. "He's been making me watch it all."

"I beg your pardon!" Ichabod said. "Making you watch it! I am in no way capable of making you do anything! That, in and of itself, is balderdash."

"In Ichabod's defense, Abbie, he's right," Edom agreed.

"Well, this all kinda your fault, Ed," Abbie said, grabbing her things.

"Me?!" Edom asked, offended.

"If you hadn't give us a blank check for the wedding, he wouldn't be this indecisive."

Edom shook his head.

"Crane, we need to go."

"Indeed," Ichabod agreed. He dried his hands and went to gather the last of his things.

"Does Jenny know you're back in town?" Abbie asked Edom.

"Of course," Edom answered. "I just wanted to see you both now that I'm back. I'll be meeting with her in a little bit."

"Be sure to give us the cliff notes version of what you found out later."

"Don't I always?"

"No," Abbie said as Ichabod came back in the room. "But that's a conversation we'll have later."

Edom smiled, "I wait with bated breath."

"Oh, shut up," Abbie said.

"Welcome back, Lord Edom," Ichabod said as they all headed for the door.

"Good to be home," Edom said.

As all three left the house, the blonde haired man stared at them via the rear view mirror of his car. He stared, intensely, at Abbie and Ichabod, in particular, but Edom also caught his attention in a more unique way.

"An angel," the man said, being able to sense his power. "I wonder if he's…" He checked his watch, "Hm. It'll have to wait." He started the car up and drove off for the FBI Westchester building.

Carrying his messenger bag, Edom walked into the Good Day diner and sat down, taking out two notebooks and two books and setting them on the table. Jenny walked in minutes later.

"Hey, Ed!" Jenny greeted.

Edom smiled at her, "Morning, Jenny." He got up and they hugged then both sat down at the booth.

"How was Chicago?" Jenny asked.

"Uneventful," Edom replied, "though I doubt that will last."

"Works for now."

"How's Joe?"

Jenny sighed. "He's good."

Edom stared at her, exasperatedly. "What did you do?"

She scoffed, "Why'd you automatically assume it was something I did?"

He held his glare.

Jenny held her feigned offense then gave up, "Okay, it's like this: because of Abbie and Crane, he's been… hinting around at us getting married, too."

"And you're… resistant to this?"

"It's not that I don't want to," she said. "But…" She found that she didn't know how to continue.

Edom could see her dilemma. "Don't worry about it," he said. "We can discuss this when you're ready."

"Thanks, Ed."

The waitress, Claudia, came over to their table. Claudia was 5'3" with her dark hair in the style of an afro. She had a voluptuous figure that couldn't be hidden her black shirt and jeans uniform. She greeted them, "Well, if isn't two of my favorite customers."

"Hey, Claudia," Jenny greeted.

Edom smiled and nodded at her, "Ms. Claudia. Always a vision of loveliness."

"What can I get you to drink, Jenny?" Claudia asked.

"Uhh… orange juice."

"Sure." Claudia looked at Edom, "Uh… black coffee? Straight up."

Edom nodded, "You know me well."

"Be right back." Claudia walked off.

Jenny, playfully, hit Edom's arm, "You can't tell me you didn't see that."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Edom smiled.

"Don't even try that!" Jenny looked at Claudia then back at her big brother. "Ed! That girl is into you!"

"A dangerous notion, Jenny," Edom replied. "Our lives are about to get complicated again."

"You're an angel. They always were."

"Yeah and she doesn't know that."

"So, don't tell her everything but just… go out on a date with her."

"She's in her thirties, Jenny," Edom said. "I'm… much, much older."

"And?" Jenny asked. "Women find older guys hot, especially if they stay in great shape."

Edom narrowed his eyes, "Why are you asking me to do this?"

"Because you have spent every waking moment of the past nine months on us," Jenny said.

"That's my charge."

"And no time for yourself?"

"I haven't earned that yet."

"I distinctly remember Abbie and Crane telling that the Archangel Gabriel said otherwise."

"You are never going to let me live that down, are you?" he asked.

"Never," she replied.

Edom's phone rang and he pulled it out his pocket.

"We're not done talking about this," Jenny smiled.

"Of that, I am well aware." Edom answered his phone, "Hello?" He paused for a moment then narrowed his eyes. "I see. How did they react?" He waited a few more seconds. "Interesting. Very good. No, I'll handle it from here. Thank you, Samantha." He ended the call.

"What was that about?" Jenny asked.

He pulled out a book from his bag. It was as black as tar, as thick as full-length novel, and had the appearance of an early century, first edition novel. "Apparently, someone came looking for this."

"And what does that mean?"

"That we're in for a new fight."

Just then, Jenny's phone rang. She looked at her phone, "It's Dad."

Edom nodded, "Need some privacy?"

"Don't think so. Let me check." She answered, "Hey, Dad."

"I was hoping I could meet up with you today," Ezra said.

"Sure. I'm with Ed, right now, but we can figure out something."

"Actually, I need to speak with him, too. And Abbie and Crane. When are you available?"

"Ummm, me? Now. Everyone else? Tonight, maybe?"

"I'll call you back in a bit and let you know. Love you, Jenny."

"Love you, too, Dad," Jenny ended the call. "Huh."

"Something on Ezra's mind?" Edom asked.

"Yeah, just can't tell what."

Edom thought about it, "A lot seems to be occurring at once. This does seem to point at trouble starting again."

Jenny smirked, "Better ask Claudia out before we get busy."

"Now, cut that out!"

Thanks to his own experience and a few strings pulled by Edom's contacts, Ichabod managed to acquire a job as a professor at a local community college while, at the same time, taking his classes to earn his own doctorate. He taught history at Brookside Community College, gaining notoriety with the students and faculty for his own flare. Ichabod just finished teaching his last class and was walking out of the classroom when he heard someone call out his name. He turned to see Abbie approaching him.

"My love!" Ichabod said, surprised. "This is a pleasure. What brings you down here?"

"Came to see you," Abbie smiled.

"I'm quite blessed to have the loveliest woman walking God's Earth to simply come and see me."

Abbie rolled her eyes, "Your smoothness some days…"

"Did you not like it?"

"That's the problem. I do."

Ichabod smiled, lovingly, at her. "Lunch, darling?"

"Sounds good to me." Abbie felt her phone vibrate. "Hold on." She answered it, "Hey, Danny."

Ichabod's posture stiffened slightly.

Abbie listened for a while, "Oh. Okay. Yeah, sure. We can handle that." She listened again. "Okay. Got it." She ended the call, "Danny wants us to meet with an antiques dealer tonight."

"At this very moment?" Ichabod asked, with a hint of edge to his voice.

"No. I just said 'tonight'."

"Ah."

Abbie looked at him and put her hands on her hips. "You've gotta be kidding me. Are you still jealous of him?"

"If I say no?" Ichabod walked away.

Abbie smiled. "You'd be lying." She walked after him, "You can't possibly still think I have any kind of feelings for him outside of friendship."

"It is not your feelings that I question," Ichabod replied. "Those, I am quite confident in."

"You should be with how I wake you up most mornings."

Ichabod was caught off-guard by the pleasant memory. "Err. Yes. That is not the point I was making."

Abbie nodded, understandingly, "You're worried about Danny's feelings about me."

"Of course," he said. "You are a remarkable woman, Abbie."

"And my fiancé knows that," she replied. "I don't care about Danny's feelings for me. I care about yours."

"As long as he knows where to keep his feelings. And extremities."

"None of his extremities touch me in any way inappropriate. I promise you that."

"If he does…"

"If he does…" Abbie interrupted. "…I'll handle it. I'll deal with it."

Ichabod nodded, slightly relieved.

Abbie grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Hey."

He looked back at her.

"He's nowhere near that important to me. Okay? If you're worried that I would ever choose you over him, I'll tell you as many times as you need to hear it that it's you. Always."

Ichabod nodded. "Forgive me. I am behaving foolishly."

Abbie smiled and kissed him. She walked off, "I'm used to it."

Ichabod was taken aback. "'Used to it'? In what regard? Abbie!" He followed after her.

Danny hung the phone up and looked at Walters. "It's done."

"Good," Walters said.

"Now, can you, please, tell me what this is about?"

"I told you: it's not your concern."

"It's sending one of my people on assignment. With a civilian."

Walters scoffed. "Ichabod Crane is anything but a civilian." He stood up. "I'll contact you when things are done."

Danny narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Don't ask questions beyond your pay grade."

Walters and his escorts walked outside of the FBI building and got into their vehicles.

The blonde haired man watched them from his car, rubbing his chin. He could sense it: danger is coming. He would need to close, watchful eye on the Witnesses.

A/N: So, Walters is making moves. That's bad. What does it mean?

And who is the blonde haired man?

These answers are coming sooner than you think. See you guys... NEXT TIME when T2 Angel presents Sleepy Hollow: Nevermore. Take care!