Ohana

Chapter 2

Summary: After watching Lilo and Stitch so many times, Ichabod has a certain song stuck in his head!

A/N: This one is short and sweet, I hope you like it!

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The next day…

Abbie drove her silver SUV through the streets of Sleepy Hollow, heading out of town. The two Witnesses were going to the prison located on the outskirts of the neighboring town, where the Hessian soldiers who had been arrested while sabotaging the power station were currently awaiting trial. It had taken several days and, as she understood it, some careful finagling on the part of the Captain, but she and Ichabod were finally getting the chance to interrogate the Hessian sleeper cell.

It would be tricky to ask what she really wanted to know directly, on account of police procedures that required all interrogations to be recorded and, sometimes, observed. However, the Hessian that she, Ichabod, and Jenny had interrogated in Corbin's cabin had somehow already known her name.

She couldn't help feeling that these Hessians might very well know more about what was really going on in this town than she did. With any luck, they would give something away. Something about Moloch's schemes, how many other sleeper spies were hidden in plain sight, what exactly did Katrina's imprisonment in an other-worldly purgatory have to do with all of it; really any piece of information would be helpful at this point.

Abbie glanced over at her passenger.

Ichabod was gazing out the window, watching the landscape pass by hypnotically.

His fingers tapped idly against the glass as he sang quietly to himself, "You look like an angel, walk like an angel, talk like an angel…but I got wise…you're the devil in disguise!"

Abbie smiled. "It's not that I don't support your newfound love of The King," she interrupted him.

"Excuse me?"

"but don't you think we should talk some strategy here?" Abbie would have let him sing all day but she was concerned about their impending interrogation.

"Lieutenant, you know I have broken all ties to king and crown. I have absolutely no love for that tyrant!"

"Crane!" Abbie laughed, "I meant Elvis Presley! The King of Rock and Roll?"

"Oh," Ichabod said, not fully understanding, "Of course."

"Yeah?"

Ichabod said the only thing he could think of to show Abbie that she had not totally lost him.

"Elvis Presley is a model citizen," he stated.

"Yes. Yes he is. Anyway, how do you want to approach this interrogation? We could go with an old fashioned good cop/bad cop routine," Abbie asked him.

"Lieutenant, I'm afraid that you have completely lost me."