HEY GUYS THIS IS A NEW JO/HENRY FIC. ITS AU AND DOES HAVE SOME REFERENCES TO THE SHOW BUT NOT MANY (AT THE MOMENT). THIS IDEA CAME TO ME WHEN I WAS READING A STORY THAT I LOVE AND ADORE THAT WAS WRITTEN BY A FRIEND OF MINE AND SHE DOESN'T MIND ME USING HER STORY AS A BASIS (SORRY NOT GOING TO REVEAL HER NAME AS FOR NOW SHE WANTS TO REMAIN ANNONYMOUS). WELL I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW AND FAVE.
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Jessie Wheeler and her five year old daughter Sophia Rose got off the greyhound bus in New York City, it was just before 3.30am when the bus finally arrived from Boston, and it had been a long drive and a tiring night for mother and daughter. Jessie grabbed her daughters hand before grabbing their suitcase full of their basic clothing and necessities before fleeing the almost deserted bus shelter and heading into the almost quiet New York streets. It seemed that the city was asleep, instead of its usual buzz of activity. Looking down at her little girl she smiled, getting out of Boston had been a good idea, away from everything they had ever known, of course they weren't staying in New York they were just here as a stopover due to the late night ride and the fact that she had her daughter in tow, they needed a bed and warmth. She paused, kneeling down to her daughter and pulling off her own jacket to put around her little girl, it had always been like that between the two, she would give up anything for her daughter and she was giving up her warmth to keep her precious little girl safe and warm. Grabbing her hand she heard a noise, the familiar sound of a car that needed too much repair and a blown gasket. She turned seeing in the distance a car, one that was too familiar, the driver the person they were trying to escape. Acting fast she ran down an alley, running until she was stopped by a crumbling brick wall. Turning around frantically trying to find a place for her daughter, to hide her from the man, her abusive, violent husband who was trying to take back their little girl. She found a couple of garbage bins, the big kind and though she knew that her daughter could catch all kinds of diseases, those diseases bet death.
"Soph, I have to put you in here. But you have to promise mummy something" she whispered frantically. When the little girl looked between the garbage can and her mother she knew what was happening and a sad look crossed her face, she nodded anyway despite her hesitancy
"You have to stay quiet for mummy, do not move or make a sound alright baby" she said and the little girl nodded, silent tears streaming down her face. Somehow she seemed to sense the danger of this situation and knew that nothing good was going to come of this. She flung her arms around her mums neck and whispered
"I love you mummy" Jessie felt tears threatening to fall there was no way she could have done this a different way
"I love you too baby" she said before placing a kiss on her forehead and then pulling the little girls arms from her neck, she placed her in the garbage can and closed the lid before making her way out of the alley, it seemed like hours had passed since she'd run down the alley but it hadn't been that long. As she made her way out onto the street the car pulled to a stop and out walked her abusive husband. He was a tall, solid man, with chestnut brown hair and dark almost black eyes, they searched around the area.
"Where did you put her?" he asked, anger in his voice
"Who?" Jessie replied innocently, this type of situation feeling slightly similar to those she'd been in before.
"You know who! You decided to take our daughter away from me you bitch! And you didn't think I wouldn't find you? Hell Jessie I always thought you were smarter than that" he shouted becoming more louder with each word out of his mouth
"Than what? Deciding that marrying you was a good idea or that staying in the country was a good idea?" she asked, knowing that what she had said would anger him more but the louder she got the louder her husband would get and that would hopefully alert the people around the area, especially since they seemed to be outside some sort of residential area.
"You stupid bitch? HOW DARE YOU? SHE IS MY DAUGHTER AND I WILL TAKE HER. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!" he thundered hands clenching, she knew he was getting close to losing it and all she did was stand there, hands on her hips
"I had every right to take her Daniel, every right. She is my daughter and my legal right" she said as calmly as she could
"THAT'S ENOUGH JESSICA!" he said finally losing it. He ran forward and started beating her, each blow getting harder and harder to defend, Jessie who was tired and fearing for her daughters life was fighting as hard as she could but it was hard. And with one final blow to the head she felt herself fall to the ground. As she lay on the ground he seemed to realise what he had done, he grabbed her by the ankles and started dragging her further into the alley way, before he made his way deeper into the alley where he started searching the rubbish bins, that is until he heard the sirens getting closer. Knowing that they were after him he ran from the alley way and back to his car, speeding off and leaving his wife to die, in the cold, damp alley way while his daughter was stuck in the rubbish bin.
Jo was content in the arms of the man whom she had known for almost two years now. He had been a puzzle from the beginning but that puzzle had only intrigued her and piqued her interest in him. They'd been through a lot over the two years they'd known each other, going from partners, to friends and then without them noticing or realising it they had fallen in love with one another. Which was why they were now sharing a bed together, for the last four months they had been romantically involved and Jo had learned the full truth about Henry during those four months which had been a shock at first, but explained so much about who Henry Morgan really was and after about three and a half days of not speaking to each other Jo had come to Henry and said that she believed him. It wasn't every night that they spent together, but over the course of their relationship they found that sleeping alone just didn't work for them anymore, especially after they had sex for the first time. Jo's peaceful slumber was broken by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She rubbed her eyes sleepily before sitting up and grabbing the phone answering
"Detective Martinez" and as she listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, Henry stirred and started to make his way up to Jo's favourite spot.
"Alright I'll be there shortly" she said, before slamming her phone shut and taking Henry's mouth in her own hungrily. They pulled apart for air and just as Henry was about to start his trail of kisses down her body again his home phone rang and he sighed picking it up and listening to the conversation. Getting up Henry made his way out to the kitchen to make coffee to go and get a quick breakfast sorted before Jo came out and finished getting the snack ready and Henry went and showered. They were riding to the crime scene together and had their cover story already worked out, it was early in the morning and Jo had assumed that Henry had gotten the call about the crime scene as well. It always worked and for them they were grateful. It wasn't like they didn't want to tell the others about their relationship, especially since there had been times when they swore that Lucas and Hanson had figured it out, they just didn't want Lieutenant Reece to find out because if she did Henry wouldn't be able to go with him to investigate the crime scenes anymore and they both valued their partnership too much to risk it. Though they had both said that if they were forced to choose then they would choose their relationship over their working partnership.
As they arrived at the crime scene, both of them wrapped up warm, scarfs are around their necks and their coffee cups firmly in their hands to keep their hands warm before they had to chuck them and put on the crime scene gloves. Walking down the alley way and seeing the body of the women sprawled out on the alley floor, Jo stopped dead in her tracks gasping. Sights like this were never good and they always made Jo feel sick to her stomach, even more so when the victim had been beaten before death. Henry squeezed her had quickly before kneeling in front of the body
"She was definitely beaten to death" he said and I nodded. It definitely wasn't pretty and the fact that she could stand there and stomach it would have freaked her out if it hadn't been for the fact that she had seen worse sights. It seemed that every time Hanson picked up the phone we ended up at a brutal or disgusting crime scene. As he made his way over he said
"The victim is Jessica Wheeler, she's 25 years old and from Boston. We're still trying to figure out why she was here in New York but our witness over there" he paused pointing to the man around the uniformed officers to the man he'd been speaking to at the entrance to the alley way "said that he and his partner were woken about 3.30am to the sound of the victim and who he assumed to be her partner arguing over something, the man was getting louder and more angry before he finally lost it and started abusing her. He called the police when he heard the shouting and them to come and stop the noise. But by the time police arrived the man was gone and she was down her in the alley beaten to death" Hanson finished and Henry looked up from where he was examining the victims head
"I believe her death was caused by the impact of the floor to her head, she would've survived had she not fallen unconscious first" he said and Hanson nodded, so beaten and abused before falling unconscious and left to die.
"Alright Henry can you see if you can get prints off the victim, we might be able to get an ID on the killer?" I asked and he looked up and nodded
"I can certainly try" he said and I nodded. About to go talk to one of the uniforms when I heard a sneeze, looking around I looked between Henry and Hanson and at their shocked expressions I knew it hadn't come from them. I looked around some more before I saw the garbage can and heard a slight movement, fearing that some sort of rat or spider might be waiting for me I lifted the lid, Henry behind me with his gloves still on. I couldn't see any movement and was about to close the lid again when Henry whispered
"Jo wait" he put his arm out and pulled back a couple of newspapers and a torn jacket and we both gasped upon seeing what was inside.