It was early afternoon and detective Jo Martinez had just arrested a guy guilty of murder. Henry watched as she handcuffed the man. Jo signaled two officers to take the guy away. The officers went and took the guy with them. As they walked off, Jo walked towards Henry. "Well done Dr. Morgan," she said. Henry smiled at her and nodded. Jo returned the smile and then walked towards her desk.
Henry stared as Jo walked away. Their partnership was amazing, and they made a great team. Jo grabbed some things from her desk and started walking towards the elevator. Henry had seen her quite affected by the case they had just closed, so he decided to go ahead and talk to her before she left. He caught up to her on the elevator and stopped the doors right before they shut. "Detective is everything alright?" he asked politely. Jo looked straight into his eyes, and immediately Henry knew the answer. "Would you like me to accompany you?" he asked, trying to convince her to say yes.
Jo looked straight into his eyes, and she felt the need to have him with her. Henry had a piercing look that always got her. She saw him and decided that it would be best if she accepted. "Please," Jo said silently. Henry stepped into the elevator and let the doors shut. He looked at her as they stepped out of the elevator. He knew something was bothering her and continued walking. They were soon out of the building and inside Jo's car, ready to go. They both buckled their seat belts and went off to Jo's house.
The entire car ride was silent. It wasn't completely uncomfortable, and after all, Henry just wanted to keep Jo company for a while. They were soon at the detective's house, and as Henry got out, he saw Jo's look. She seemed tired and a little sad. She got out of the car and invited Henry into her house. He smiled as he walked in and saw the lack of organization in Jo's house. "Would you like some wine, or any other drink?" Jo asked as she put her things down. "I know it's messy in here but try to get comfortable."
"Don't worry detective, you are busy with work most of the time. And yes, wine sounds like a good idea," Henry answered. He looked around and sat on a couch to wait. Jo went into the kitchen and got out the wine and filled up two glasses. She stepped out of the kitchen and gave one to Henry. "Drink up," she said handing him the glass of wine. Henry thanked her as she sat down right beside him. He saw as her lips touched the glass and suddenly felt some kind of rush going through him. This was unusual and he had never felt it before. He remembered feeling something similar with Abigail but this was different. He took a sip of the wine and stared at the detective. "Jo, I know today's case was hard to handle," he said, "would you like to talk about it?"
"Well, not really. It just reminded me of my past a little bit but I'll be fine," she responded taking the glass of wine to her lips. Henry smiled and kept drinking, without knowing what to say. He stared at her and studied her for a couple of minutes. Her hair had so many different shades of brown, and her eyes were mysterious. He felt she was a mystery that he needed to uncover, a case that he wanted to work on. "What?" Jo said, turning to Henry after so much staring. She felt like he was analyzing her but she didn't mind. Henry smiled at her and silently answered her question. "Nothing, I was just, wondering when you last sat in this place, since it seems very unused."
"Well, I haven't exactly had time to do so," Jo answered.
"I understand that perfectly but you should relax every once in a while."
"I don't think that word goes along with me anymore" Jo sighed. She really did need to relax for a while but she couldn't. Henry and Jo kept talking for a very long time. Before they knew it, it was 9:00pm and they were still talking. Jo realized it was late and told Henry that she could take him to his house . Henry saw the time and thought about Abraham, so he agreed to letting Jo drive him home. As they were getting up Jo started to thank Henry. "I really want to thank you for being with me today," Jo said looking down. "I usually spend my evenings alone, you know, since I got no one-"
"No one?" Henry interrupted while raising an eyebrow. "You have me..." he smiled.
Jo looked up and realized that it was true. Henry had been with her for a long time, and he had never let her down. She smiled back at him as their eyes met. They stared into each other's eyes and unconsciously started to move closer. Henry tilted his head forward to touch Jo's forehead with his. "I do have you. Thank you for being there," Jo whispered. Henry could feel her breath and felt the urge to kiss her. Both of them closed their eyes as their lips touched for the very first time. Jo felt Henry's soft lips against hers, and she forgot about all her problems, including the case. Henry felt a rush that was more intense than ever. The kiss broke and they found themselves staring at each other. Jo felt Henry didn't want this.
She started apologizing to Henry and said, "Henry, I-I was just-" but was interrupted by Henry kissing her once again. This time the kiss wasn't soft and tender; it was fierce and hungry. It was like a desperate plea that had been ignored for a long time but was finally getting some attention. Jo wrapped her arms around Henry and he did the same. The kiss was burning with passion and Jo didn't want to let Henry be the one to do most of the job. She smashed him into the wall and the space between them was no longer existent. Henry's hands moved down to touch Jo's lower back.
Jo could feel Henry's touch, and it was making her crazy. Henry suddenly stopped and looked at her. Jo saw straight into his eyes, and as a good detective, recognized fear. Henry heart was racing and he was truly afraid. "Jo, I don't want to hurt you and...well...this is..." Henry couldn't find a way to go on. He couldn't tell her to get away. He was in love with her, and he couldn't change that. He thought deeply as Jo took a step back. Jo couldn't process what was going on. She thought he loved but apparently not. Henry didn't want to hurt her so he went on. "It's just that, you know, you had a husband and I-I just can't..."
"Henry, relax, he's gone. I loved him but now he's gone. Now I have you, and I believe in second chances," she said, "I guess you don't." She was silently suffering, feeling so rejected. "Forget about this okay?"
"Jo, don't take me wrong," he said stepping towards her. "I love you, I really do."
Jo couldn't believe he had just said that. Henry Morgan had just confessed her that he loved her. "I love you too," she said while blushing. Henry smiled and grabbed her as he walked back to stop against the wall. Jo got close and kissed him harshly. Henry's hands moved down and touched Jo's hips. He held her tight. He had fallen in love when he thought that it was impossible for him.
Jo felt Henry's hands pulling her closely but she wanted so much more. He was too respectful! Damn Henry, hurry up she thought, as she kept kissing him. As if he could read her mind, Henry suddenly broke the kiss, untucked Jo's shirt and started to unbutton it. Jo looked at him as he finished unbuttoning her shirt. When he was at the last button, his eyes met Jo's. He was giving her a look as if asking for permission to proceed. Jo kissed him harshly, and Henry removed her shirt completely. "Follow me," she said in a seductive tone. Jo pulled him away from the wall and guided him to her room.
