"Alright, this is it." Abbie says as she pulls into her parking space at the apartment complex.

"It's not that great, but when you're out of the house as much as I am, I suppose it doesn't really matter." Abbie turns around to look at Ichabod walking several feet behind her. "Crane, what are you doing?" she asks, even though it's obvious that he's trying to 'preserve her reputation as a lady.'

Always the gentleman.

"Oh my God Crane, come on. How many times do I have to tell you, nobody cares!"

Afraid to upset her any further, Ichabod quickens his pace. "Yes, yes of course. I apologize Leftenant."

They walk up the stairs to her apartment. She opens the door and throws her badge on the table as she enters. Ichabod walks in behind her, formal as ever, standing ramrod straight with his arms behind his back.

"Alright, this is obviously the kitchen, do NOT attempt to cook anything by yourself, I seriously cannot afford you burning my house down." Ichabod frowns and grumbles in response. "The bathroom is down the hall. "

Abbie walks down the hallway and points to the first door. "This will be your room." She opens the door and allows crane to step in first. He glances around appreciatively, then back at Miss Mills. And blushes. Abbie rolls her eyes. "Crane, honestly, would you rather be at the hotel?"

"Most definitely not."

"Then drop the prim and proper act. You act like I'm going to jump you or something."

"Jump, Miss Mills?" He raises his eyebrow in confusion.

Of course. 'I guess I opened my own can of worms with that one,' Abbie thinks. "Attack you. Try to sleep with you. Thats what I mean crane, okay?" He blushes and nods his head stiffly.

"Alright, well are you hungry? You can go ahead and shower and I can make some food."

"Miss Mills, who would have thought you were the proper matron?" He smirks, laughter apparent in his eyes.

Abbie puts her hands on her hips. "Do you want food or not Crane?"

"Yes please."

"Alright. Go hop in the shower, I'll get some spaghetti going."

Ichabod nods and turns to walk down the hall. Once he leaves, Abbie lets out a sigh. 'This is going to be interesting,' she thinks. She did like crane, but he could be a handful. Just as Abbie prepares to strain the spaghetti, Crane shouts for her.

"Miss Mills!"

She rolls her eyes and heads to the bathroom. When she opens the door, she finds a half dressed Ichabod attempting to cover himself with a towel.

"What's wrong?"

"It appears that I am unable to operate your shower device. It is much different than the one at the hotel!" He looks at her earnestly.

Abbie curses herself mentally. "Oh right, sorry. I didn't think about the fact that they might be different." She turns the knobs accordingly and jets of water race out of the shower head. "There you go."

"Miss Mills what is this?" He holds up her bottle of shampoo.

"Thats my shampoo Crane, but you can't use it." He raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to speak but she cuts him off. "Crane, I'm black, you're white. We have different hair and my shampoo would be bad for yours. We'll get you your own when we go shopping tomorrow."

"Very well. Will we be going to the Wal-Mart?"

"Yeah we'll go there. We probably need to get more than just shampoo." She turns to leave but is stopped once again by Ichabod's voice.

"Miss Mills?"

She turns around, raising her eyebrow in question.

"Is this not allowed either?" He holds up her soap.

"No Crane, thats fine. Go ahead and use it."