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"Henry,"Jo called walking into his office at the morgue. She wondered if everyone she walked by could tell she was nervous. She wasn't sure what to do around Henry now, not that she had had a chance to do anything around him at all yet. They had kissed. They had kissed and now Jo didn't know what to do with herself. It was ridiculous, she told herself. It's just Henry. Henry, who you kissed, she thought.

He looked up at her a bit surprised. "Hello." She sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Is there a case?"He asked professionally. I wish, she thought. It would makes things go a lot smoother.

"Uh, no." She tapped her fingers on her crossed legs. "I just wanted to talk to you. No murders today, at least not right now,"she added.

He sighed. "Maybe we should have this conversation over dinner?"he suggested.

"Okay. How about after I get off of work? This is probably a conversation that would need a drink."

He laughed quietly. "Alright. I'll be leaving here at seven. We can meet at Louie's down the street. When do you leave work again?" Henry nervously tapped his pen on the edge of his hand.

Louie's was a bar she knew, not that she minded. She could already foresee a bit of drinking in her future. "Seven,"she told him. "It's a date,"she said. "I mean, it's not a date but." She closed her eyes, trying to focus. "I meant I'll see you then."


Jo couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. She was drunk, though to be fair so was Henry. "Do you know what another really weird word is?"He asked a rhetorical question. She shook her head no before she downed another shot. "Adoxography."

Jo laughed again, for the last twenty minutes Henry had been rambling about weird words like this. None of which she had ever heard before. How did he know this stuff? "What does it mean?"she asked still giggling.

He laughed too. "It means fine writing on a trivial subject." He leaned over to her on his barstool. "Want to know another one?"His accent had gotten thicker and thicker the more shots he took. Not that that was a bad thing.

"Okay,"she said.

He pushed his glass back to the bartender before answering. "Nelipot, this one,"he answered before she could ask," means one who walks without shoes on."

"Well, I'm a nelipot then. I walk a round my house all the time with no shoes." Jo started giggling again. She put a hand over her mouth to muffle it but Henry gave her that look he always gave her. That look that was so disapproving. "What? I'm sorry, don't make that face at me. Is my laugh that annoying?"

He shook his head smiling. "No, you were trying to cover your laughter." He smiled at her. "I like it. It's kind of adorable,"he these words very carefully.

Jo's laughter subsided slightly. She grabbed his hand."You're so sweet,"she said before thinking. "Why are you so sweet?" She tilted her head to the side.

He squeezed her hand. "Maybe I just like you,"he looked over at her seriously.

Here we go, Jo thought. "Well, I like you too." She looked down at their entwined hands.

"We kissed,"he said lightly.

"Yep."

"Is this a date?"he wondered.

"Is it?"she shot back. She for sure didn't know. He didn't seem to know either. "I want to go home,"she told him abruptly.


Jo pulled on his hand as she unlocked her door. "No, you have to come inside,"she insisted again. Henry laughed. She had been persisting the entire way there that he had to come inside. He wasn't sure why, he had asked and she had just laughed. Henry just didn't have the energy to actually try to get it out of her. For now he was just going to go with it. They still hadn't finished their earlier conversation, he didn't have enough energy to worry about that either. He didn't want to even try to have the energy to be concerned about these things right now.

She tugged him through the doorway and into the living room. "Why is my house so cold?"she wondered aloud. He didn't have an answer for her. Letting go of his hand she flopped down on the couch. Henry looked at her from where he now stood alone in the middle of her living room. She had curled up on her side and closed her eyes. "Did you go to sleep?"He asked curiously.

Jo opened one eye."No,"was her slow reply. "You should sit down. Here,"she patted the couch. "We can keep each other warm."

Henry smiled but didn't say anything. She was cute when she was drunk. "Come on, I won't bite,"she teased.

Finally, he caved and sat down next to her. "Why am I here, Jo?" He patted her feet. He asked but he wasn't sure if he cared all that much.

"To keep me warm of course,"she told him matter of factly as she shifted her position so her head rested on his lap. She looked up at him with a small smile on her face. "Tell me another weird word."

"Capernoited. It means slightly tipsy. Which you are not,"he informed her, not that he was anymore sober than she was.

One side of her mouth quirked upwards. "You're so odd, Henry. I bet that's why I like you." She paused. "Although, your accent's really nice too."

Henry wasn't sure what to say about this but it didn't matter because she had already fallen asleep. Pulling a blanket off the end of the couch to cover her up with he decided he would just sleep here tonight. He was too comfortable sitting here. Gently, he planted a light kiss on her forehead before leaning back and closing his eyes.