A/N: This is the first fan fiction that I have ever written. This was originally written to fulfill the "snowflake" prompt for the 30 drabbles challenge on Tumbr. It is short and doesn't yet get into the meat of the story. I have future scenes already written out. I just needed to post the start to prompt myself into finishing the glue between what I have planned. :) I am not sure how well it will work, but I hope to write this in a similar fashion to an episode- current case/situation mixed with recollections.
It was one of those overcast days, common of late winter. The snow was heavy and wet and the snowflakes kept falling in a thick endless swirl. It was another late season blizzard to greet the city.
It was during times like this, when the city's inhabitants would seek refuge inside, that one would swear that the whole world could pause, and listen to the silence of the streets grow just the same as the deepening snow.
As it was every year during days like these, Abe could see as the blanket of melancholy would settle itself upon Henry. He knew that it was inevitable, but it didn't make it any easier to watch. The combination of the time of year and the weather outside easily pushed Henry from the present and left him walking in the memories of the past.
He leaned against the frame of the window holding a cup of coffee that had long since cooled to the touch. His gaze cast to the world moving outside the windows of the antique shop. Truthfully, he no longer saw the snow falling outside, covering the streets to obscurity. Instead, Henry watched as the snow dusted the shoulders of a grey wool coat and danced on golden hair.
It was a day like this, forty years ago, that he experienced the worst deaths of his 235 years.
It was a day like this, forty years ago, when Abigail went missing.
It was no wonder when Jo Martinez walked through the door that morning that Abe practically leapt from his stool to usher her inside.