Summary: When a witness to a murder comes forward to speak to Detective Jo Martinez, she's secretly glad. Maybe the investigation will pass quicker and she can get home to Henry earlier. The relief quickly vanishes when the victim says the name of the victim, Henry Morgan.

Chapter 1

It seemed like another normal, if not boring day at work for Detective Jo Martinez. Returning back from the break room with a cup of coffee in hand, she sighs at the pile of paperwork on her desk that should be decreasing in size but seems as though it never will.

Setting her coffee to one side, she returns to her current piece of paperwork about the case they closed yesterday afternoon. As she fills out the form as quickly as she can, her mind drifts to think about Henry; maybe she could go and visit him claiming to need 'a memory jog' about the case. That would certainly take her mind off this mind-numbingly boring task.

She hasn't seen him since early last night when he had left her apartment to go get a good night sleep, they had been working hard the night before last trying to fit the final clues of the case together. Jo had been meaning to go a see him this morning but after Hanson had dumped the massive pile of paper, she had never gotten the chance to go.

Jo had just about made up her mind and was about to get up out of her chair when Hanson steps up to the side of her desk.

"Thinking of doctor boy Martinez?" He asks her, unable to hide the smirk from his face.

A few months ago she would have gone red almost immediately and would have tried to her face. But whether she was used to Henry being her boyfriend or if used to Hanson teasing them about it she wasn't sure but she didn't blush like she would have.

"Very funny Hanson, unlike some people, I've actually got work to do." She jokes, grinning up at him. Seeing that his teasing hadn't affected her, he got to the point.

"Well actually, I've got a witness to a murder to interview, just thought you might want to know." He hardly gives her a chance to reply when he spins around and walks away; she isn't the only one who wants to get away from the paperwork then.

Getting up quickly, she follows him eagerly; glad to be given an excuse to stop the paperwork for now. As wrong as it may be, she was secretly glad that the witness had stepped forward, hopefully it would mean the case would be solved early and she would be able to get home and have a nice dinner with Henry.

She slips into the viewing room and stands next to Lieutenant Reece to watch the interview going on in the next room.

Hanson sits opposite a short blonde woman with puffy red eyes from crying and dried tear tracks running down her face, it immediately causes Jo to jump to the conclusion that the victim was close to the woman.

Thinking that the woman might have been quite far away from the crime scene, Jo only gives the interview half her attention. But as the interview goes on, it is clear that the woman was a lot closer that expected which made Jo listen harder.

"Now Miss Hunter, can you tell me about the victim? Did you know them?" Hanson asks delicately, aware of the fragile state the witness was in.

"No Detective, I didn't know him."

"Okay, could you tell me what he looked like then? And what you saw?"

"He looked about 5ft 11 and had brown hair. And he was wearing a big winter coat and a scarf even though it wasn't very cold out. I saw him talking to another man who was slightly taller, it looked like he was trying to steal his bag."

"Thank you so much for your help Miss Hunter, you've been a big help in the investigation. My colleague can show you out." Jo was about to walk out and meet Hanson at the door of the interrogation room when the witness suddenly spoke again.

"Wait! I heard him say his name! I'm pretty sure he said something that sounded like Henry Morgan?"

That froze Jo to the spot, she hears Lieutenant Reese calling her name but she sounds so far away. She feels as though someone is slowly squeezing her tighter and tighter until she can hardly breath, the world around her sways but she can only focus on the cold hard ball of fear in the pit of her stomach and one thought.

No.. it couldn't be true. Miss Hunter must have misheard. Henry couldn't be dead…

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