It was pitch dark when she slowly opened the front door to her house.
Their house. She silently thought to herself as she tiptoed to the kitchen, trying to make as little noise as possible.
It was almost midnight. And Abbie had stayed conversing with the Chief Director for almost 90 minutes after Reynolds had interrupted her and Crane.
Shit. She thought again. Crane.
Her mind was unable to process what had happened between them tonight. She kept getting mental images of herself throwing her body onto his, taking his lips within her own.
It almost felt surreal. As if it had been only a dream.
But then she quickly remembered Danny walking in on them… And knew it had not been a dream.
It was a fucking nightmare.
Danny had tried to talk to her about it as she was leaving the country club. But Abbie ignored his questions and got into the cab without hesitation.
She was having trouble explaining it to herself. How the hell was she supposed to explain it to him?
She had poured herself a glass of water and was silently walking through the living room when she heard him speak.
"Leftenant…" He said softly, turning around on the couch to look at her, standing up to greet her in the darkness.
"Crane…" She said, shock in her voice. "I didn't see you there in the dark. What are you doing?"
He straightened himself up and looked over at her. "Waiting for you." He said softly, walking slowly over to where she stood.
"Crane… listen. About what happened tonight…" She said, her head down, avoiding his gaze. "It shouldn't have. It was a mistake."
He hesitated for a moment, taking in her stale words. "Which part, Leftenant?" He said, her face looking up into his.
She scrunched her brow, appearing to not understand the meaning behind his question.
"Which occurrence of tonight do you deem a mistake?" He said gently, hesitating a bit. "Your admittance of deeper feelings towards me?"
She sighed and bent her head down, looking away. "Crane…"
"Or our kiss, Leftenant?" He said, slightly above a whisper. "Because I am having a hard time with any thoughts that either of those resembles the mistake you speak of."
She closed her eyes, breathing in deep. She had not wanted to speak of this tonight with him. Not yet. Not until she had sorted out exactly what had happened between them. Abbie had allowed her guard to come down. She had given him a glimpse into her heart and knew the consequences of that action. And even though she couldn't get the taste of him out of her mind…. Off of her lips… She knew they could not be together in this way. Not again.
When she looked back up at him, his eyes were drooped low. Hanging on her every sigh, her every tremble, her every word.
"What do you want from me, Ichabod?" She asked, her voice cracking in the darkness.
He hesitated, opening his mouth to speak. Not knowing if she could handle the truth of his heart.
"Everything." He said softly as he turned to bed, leaving her in their living room. The depth of his words still hanging onto the midnight air as she fell to the couch, tears falling from her face.