It was a long boring day of paper work, with no murders needing investigating. When, at 9.30pm, she finally finished writing up the report for a case she sighed, leaning back in her chair. All she needed now was a written report from the medical examiner's office stating the cause of death. She knew Henry was probably long gone but the report might be in his office somewhere,

I'll just go have a quick look, she thought, heading for the elevator. Then she could file the paper work and be done with the case. The elevator stopped its downwards motion, and the doors silently slid open. She made her way through the silent, dark lab towards Henry's office. As she drew nearer she saw a small light shining through the glass wall. Frowning, the made out the form of a person sitting hunched over at the desk.

Henry… she thought. As she drew nearer still she froze, hearing a sob. She cracked the open office door, curiosity burning through her veins. Henry never cried, not even when he was shot.

'Henry?' She questioned. He jumped, spinning around to face her, his face white.

'Detective!' He gasped, 'What are you doing here?'

'I could ask you the same question' she argued, peering at him. 'Why were you crying?' His face instantly hardened.

'None of your business.' He snapped. Jo felt anger building in her. She was tired from a long day of paper work, and while Henry may be tired too, there was no reason for him to be angry at her. Was there?

'Why can't you trust me, Henry?! You are meant to be my friend but you can't even tell me how you're feeling! What am I to you?' His face softened ever so slightly.

'You are my friend, Jo, and I don't know where I would be without you.' He looked down at his hands, and she realised he was crying again. 'But I'm a very private man, and I'm just not ready to tell you yet.' Jo was still mad,

'When will you ever be ready, Henry?! We have been partners for almost a year now, why don't you trust me?!' He was sobbing harder now, great, heaving sobs that shook his whole body, but she couldn't stop herself. He was always so strong, so… emotionless, and now he was vulnerable. She felt as though she was a predator, and him her prey.

'You always think of yourself, Henry! You think you are so much better than us, never telling us your feelings!' She was yelling now, letting it all out.

'You don't… understand,' he choked out between sobs, his face red.

'Understand what!' she shot back, eyes blazing. 'I open myself up to you all the time, tell you my secrets, feelings, everything! Why can't you do the same?' She span around on her heel, heading for the door.

'Jo, please…'

'Don't, Henry.' She walked out without another word.

She walked out of the building towards her car. Why couldn't Henry just open up to her? Why did he think she wasn't good enough for his secrets? Her phone rang, startling her. Pulling it from her pocket she saw it was Abe. Groaning, she shoved it back into her pocket. She didn't want to talk to him right now. A second late it began ringing again. The third time she reluctantly answered it.

'Hello.'

'Hey kid' Abe's cheery voice came down the line. 'I was just wondering if you had seen Henry. Only it's he and Abigail's wedding anniversary today and he's not home yet. I was just getting a bit worried about him; I hope he's not taking it too hard.'

'Oh. I umm, I think he's still at work, I was just leaving, I'll go see him.'

'Thanks kid, you're a good friend for him. Tell him you know it's their anniversary, otherwise he won't tell you. He tends to keep this stuff to himself, ya know?'

'Yeah I know. I'll call you after I talk to him, 'kay?'

She ran back into the building, guilt squashing the anger inside of her. She should have known this would have involved Abigail in some way. You could almost see Henry close up whenever her name was mentioned. She leapt down the stairs; she couldn't bear to wait for the lift. She pushed open the heavy glass doors leading into the morgue. She could see Henry standing at the sink, bending over slightly. She slowed to a walk.

'Henry?' He didn't appear to hear her; he was concentrating, washing equipment or something. 'Henry?' she tried again, louder. He spun around, eyes wide open in shock. He leaned on the edge of the sink, hands behind his back.

'Detective.' His voice shook, and she realised he was trying not to cry again.

'Um, Abe called, said you weren't home yet, and that it was your wedding anniversary.' She saw him stiffen at the mention of his anniversary. 'Henry, I'm sorry. I know how you are about her, but you can talk to me…' She paused as his eyes flickered down. 'Can't you?' The silence between them grew until Jo couldn't stand it. She took a breath, trying to thing what to say next.

'I… I loved her so much' He whispered, eyes still down cast, tears rolling down his cheeks. Jo remained silent, waiting for him to make the next move. 'It's been so long but I still miss her.' His tears were coming faster now. 'Why did she leave me, Jo? She was one of the only ones I could be myself around, really be me.' Jo took a deep breath.

Why couldn't he be himself around her? He was waving his hands around now, voice rising.

'I needed her and she left, I have no one to share my life with!' He continued talking but Jo wasn't listening. She was staring at his waving arms, the arms that had been behind his back. The arms with the rolled up sleeves. The arms with the hand holding a disposable scalpel. The arms with the red lines, slowly dripping blood onto the clean, tiled floor.

'HENRY!' She rushed forward, interrupting him mid rant. His eyes flashed with emotions; surprise, fear and desperation as he realised she had seen his arms. He quickly stepped back, sending her a message.

Stay away from me, Jo.

She stopped, watching him as he stepped away further, putting more distance between them. Cautiously she stepped towards him, one foot, and then the other. 'Jo…' He took another step back, placing the blade against his wrists. She stood still, shocked. Looking up from his wrists she saw his eyes. They were filled with desperation, madness. And they scared her.

'Henry… what are you doing? What is wrong?' He gave a hollow laugh.

'You don't understand, you couldn't, you never will.' His voice was rising again, filled with… something. Jo didn't know what it was, but it chilled her to the bone.

'Henry, give me the blade.' She tried to keep her voice steady, from portraying her true emotions. He laughed again, loud and harsh.

'No. I loved her, and I thought she loved me. The only person left who I can be myself around is Abe, what will I do when he is gone? What is left for me in this life?'

'Henry, don't do this!' She was pleading now eyes fixed on the blade. 'It will get better, I promise!' He tilted his head, studying her.

'You think I will kill myself? Of course you do, you know nothing about me.' He gave a bark of laughter, eyes shining. 'I can't die Jo, I'm immortal; I have died more times than you can count! Abigail-' His voice cracked on her name. 'Abigail was the only one who knew, except for Abe. What will I do when he's gone? I will be all alone. No one understands me!' He was yelling again. Jo had frozen.

Oh my god, he's mad, actually mad, she thought.

'See! I said you wouldn't understand, but you just had to know, didn't you, Detective? You kept pushing, you just don't stop, you have to know everything.' Jo caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, turning slightly, she saw Hanson gaping at her and Henry through the glass doors. She flicked her eyes towards the lift, hoping he would understand.

Go get someone, now! She shouted in her head. Turning back towards Henry she was relieved to see he hadn't noticed Hanson; he was staring fixatedly at his hands. Jo sighed in relief, before seeing what he was doing. 'Henry, stop!' He didn't look up, but stopped dragging the blade across his skin.

'I have to show you, Jo. I have to prove what I have said is true. I come back to life.' He looked up, and his face fell. 'You don't believe me, do you? I can see it in your face. You think I'm mad.'

'Henry…'

'Save it, Jo. I don't blame you, it sounds crazy. This is why I didn't want to tell you, I knew it would ruin our friendship.' He sighed deeply. 'At least promise me this, you won't tell anyone what I have told you, at least not for a day or so. Give me time to leave town, start a new life somewhere else. It's not the first time I've had to leave somewhere, and it won't be the la-' He was cut off by Hanson and several other police officers who were on the night shift crashing through the doors. Jo turned to them in relief. Henry was so surprised, that by the time he could react he was handcuffed, with a cop holding the blade.

'Jo?' Hanson questioned. At the sound of his voice she collapsed, sobbing, into his arms. He held her as the police officers led Henry, kicking and biting from the room. He didn't look back.