Edited by Hannah Lynn Mcdonald. I really appreciate your help!

Henry and Jo walked side by side. The case of Gloria Carlyle was officially closed thanks to Henry and his Sherlockian gifts.

"I worry about you, detective. You have breakfast at your desk before anyone arrives and dinner before anyone leaves. Then you go home to sleep. There's more to life" Henry commented.

Jo looked at him. "Be careful, Henry. You start talking about the perfect symmetry of my face again, and I'll draw my sidearm." Jo smirked at him, and they stopped at the elevator.

"Abe is always telling me to enjoy life; I think I'm doing the same thing here. This is the most exciting city in the world - there is someone out there for all those breakfasts and dinners." Henry said.

"Yeah, well I already found him," The elevator doors opened and Jo stepped inside, holding the door while replying to Henry. "He's gone." She said.

Henry was just trying to be comforting; and, while Jo appreciated it, she also wished he would stop because it was too damn hard to talk about him now. He was gone. "Goodnight, Detective." Henry bid. Jo released the door. "Goodnight, Henry." Jo said.

Henry turned once the door was shut. Jo's last words were making him sad. He knew that feeling well. Henry did not feel like cutting anymore cadavers open tonight, so instead he would go home and sit in his lab in desolation.

The bell rang as Henry opened the door to the antique shop. "Abraham, I'm home!" He called.

When Abraham did not call back, Henry assumed he was sleeping. Slipping off his scarf and coat, Henry made his way towards the very discreetly hidden, hatch door to his laboratory. The stairs creaked under his weight, the chair that he sat on squeaked, none of his notes were out of place, every beaker of various liquids was in their usual spots and all of his books were still in order on the shelf - but still, something felt wrong. Henry failed to check the corner of the room where a man with a sinister motive lurked.

Adam smirked as Henry squirmed in discomfort, knowing that Henry would never see him before he wanted his presence to be known. The syringe in his hand was starting to feel heavy. He just had to wait for the right moment. Henry is an observer, a spectator. He hadn't always been this way; but, as the world changed, Henry began to feel more out of his element. The world had grown and society had evolved and Henry was left in its wake, confused in the modern age. People called him eccentric because he was old-fashioned and spoke oddly, not understanding that, while he was different, he had gifts none of them had and knew and experienced things they never could. Yes, Henry was hopeless with a cell phone and didn't understand most of the pop culture references that his co-worker makes; but if every person that called him 'weird' or 'creepy' knew the truth, then he would be in danger again.

The world was not ready for people like Henry and Adam - and that is what drew Adam to the doctor: Henry was the only person that Adam knew with the same condition as him. Now, Adam had to leave again - but first but first he would return to Henry the thing that was taken away from him to soon - that left the son in distress, and Henry in despair.

The book in front of him proved to be distracting, and Henry failed to hear the hushed footsteps behind him. As the needle entered his neck, the person controlling him gave no chance to fight back - had not the medicine already put him to sleep.

Flashback

Spring, 1950

"What is that?" The curious five-year old pointed to a drawing in his father's book. He had climbed on his lap ten minutes ago and refused to get down. Instead he questioned every drawing in his father's book. "That is the trapezium, Abe.'' Henry's tired voice informed him. Henry knew that Abe did not know nor care what he was saying but he decided to amuse him. "Where is it?" Abe looked at his father with a grin on his face. He knew that his father was annoyed with his questions which further encouraged him to keep asking his father questions in which he did not care the answer to. "It's in your hand, Abe." Henry further enlightened the child in hopes that he would grow bored of pestering his father. Of course, any hopes Henry had that Abraham Morgan would give up on something were foolish. Abe was stubborn, which was a bittersweet thing, and Abe did not want Henry to work. "Oh. What's that?" Abe asked again. Henry grinned at his sons efforts. Abe turned the page without an answer. Abe screamed and jumped back into Henry's chest. "Abraham, what's wrong?" Henry asked. Abe lifted his head only enough to see his father. "They took that man's brains." Abe pointed to the book. Henry glanced at the page. A cadaver on a metal table, with his organs next to him. Henry was sent into laughing fits.

Present Day

Henry's hands were bound by metal and attached to a metal table. The room was empty, save for the two chairs and the table. The tranquilizer was still wearing off so the man in front of Henry was blurry, but he still knew who it was. "Adam." He said. Henry heard him before he saw him. A chuckle, and then the man emerged from the shadows. "Henry. Good to see you." Adam grinned. "Sorry, I can't say the same of you." Henry replied, glaring at Adam. He still couldn't see his face as the drug had blurred it. Very clever. "Understandable, but my motives now are different. Although, you won't leave here alive. Look on the bright side: after this, you will never see nor hear, from me again." Adam said, slowly circling the table. "Okay, then, what do you want?" Henry turned his head, trying to watch Adam. "Eager, aren't you? I took something from you awhile back - sometime in the fifties - and now I want to return it." Adam grinned, although, Henry never would've known. Whatever Adam had given him, he'd never had before. The gears in Henry's head were not turning fast enough and he could not think of anything anyone had taken from him. "Can't figure it out? Let me give you a hint, blonde, blue eyes, last time you saw her she was dying. Ring a bell?" Adam teased as he sat in the chair across from Henry. Henry's jaw dropped. For the first time in a long time, someone had managed to surprise him.

"I'm going to return Abigail to you, Henry."