"Look up at the moon, the distance between the moon and the sun is an eternity of nothing, but no matter how hard they try, the moon can never reach the sun. Like the whole universe is one cosmic joke of nothing being in the way, but that nothing is everything that is stopping the moon from reaching the sun." Henry muses as Jo Martinez, his partner in solving crime stands by his side as they look over his roof ledge, gazing up at the bright moon.
"What brought that on?" Jo asks, watching Henry intently as she waits for an answer. His short curly hair moving slightly on this chilli night.
"Sometimes I feel like I can relate to the moon, a whole lot of nothing between what I want to be next to but that nothingness is everything that is stopping it from happening. No matter how much I want them, I know it'll never happen because of a bunch of irrelevant nothingness." Jo watches Henry's frustrated expression, placing her hand on his, squeezing it softly in an attempt to comfort him.
"If you're the moon, than what is the sun?" Henry shuffles uncomfortably on his feet as he realises his emotional burst has gotten himself into a sticky situation. The very person he would loving more than to be with is the same woman he is venting to about not being able to have. He knows he can't spill his heart out to her because of his secret...his immortality, the great big 'nothing' between him and his sun. He gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the lump in his throat.
"The sun is love, the sort of love you only find once in your life, the love that makes you breathless when it hits you, like you're winded and you're so afraid of what will happen if you give in to this I've but terrified beyond belief to life without her. The sort of love that, when she walks into the room you can't help the urge to wrap your arms around he, to just hold her there, the sort of love where, every waking moment is filled with thoughts of her, and your dreams are riddled with her too.. That's the sort of love I feel, but I know I can't have."
"Abigail must have really hurt you for you to think you can't love again." Jo says softly. Henry sighs at the mention of his late wife Abigail, in recent events he had found her remains, the subject still rather raw, even though he hadn't seen her in thirty years or so, after she left him because the stares they would get from an older woman with a younger looking man was too much.
"It's not Abigail, she loved me, she knew everything about me, my darkest secrets...but even she couldn't handle everything in the end. What's the point in trying again when I know what the outcome will be, just more heartache."
"You once told me that what kills you is not what causes your heart to stop beating but what prevents you from living and life, Henry, is about experiences good and bad, you shouldn't let the bad mask what is good about taking chance and letting yourself love again." Henry nods and averts his gaze back up to the sky.
"Who's the woman you're swooning over anyway?" Jo asks in a joking, friendly teasing way. Henry blushes the slightest.
"I'd rather not say." Henry tries his hardest not to let it slip in any way that he was swooning over her.
"Come on Henry, we both know I'll get a name out of you eventually." Jo smiles smugly at Henry's charmingly defeated smile, knowing he would give in soon.
"Trust me, you wont like the answer." Henry warns.
"Come on, it's not like it's Lieutenant." She teases, before putting on a fake serious face.
"Unless it is." She muses mockingly.
"Don't be ridiculous Jo." Henry says with a chuckle.
"Okay, okay, then who?" She asks with a lazy, carefree smile on her lips.
Henry goes quiet for a moment, before remembering Jo coming into his shop a few weeks prior, after she had broken up with Isaac. Their conversation about Paris.
"Why did you come here when you broke up with Isaac?" Henry asks, not yet answering her question.
"I don't know I thought... I thought maybe there would be a chance you wanted to go to Paris with me." Jo averts her gaze from Henry as she tries to hide from the embarrassment of admitting her reasons for showing up unexpectedly.
"You." Henry says softly, to answer Jo's previous question.
"Me what?" She asks, unable to follow.
"The person I'm swooning over...who I have been swooning over for some time now...is you Jo." Henry looks at her shocked, yet hopeful expression, taking the few steps between them, their chests almost touching.
"Me?" Jo asks rather breathlessly. Henry nods, he takes her hands into his, moving them up to his chest, letting them rest over his rapid beating heart.
"I'm in love with you Jo Martinez, as irrational, terrifying and unprofessional it is, I can't deny how I feel about you. It scares me that every time I see you walk into my office I smile uncontrollably, or when we're at a crime scene I find myself focusing on you rather than on the body that'll be right in front of me." Jo can feel her heart beating out of control as Henry bares his soul.
Jo takes a deep breath, wraps her arms around to the back of his neck, as he wrapped his around her waist. Henry sighs and presses his forehead on hers. Jo lightly presses her lips against Henry's , as if to test the waters, Henry looks deeply into her eyes, almost pleading her to step away, but wanting her to stay at the same time.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into if you do this with me." Henry warns.
"I know I want to try. We never know what we're getting ourselves into when we try, but it's better to try than not." Jo says as she caresses Henry's cheek softly.
Jo didn't have to try and convince him any further, as Henry presses his lips more firmly against Jo's, pulling her closer to him as their lips mould together perfectly, both of them in pure bliss. That is, until Abraham walked up onto the roof to witness their passionate kissing session, bringing them back down into real life. With smiles on their faces they walk back inside, Henry capturing Jo's hand in his as they did so.
