So it took me longer than I had hoped but here is chapter 2! Enjoy!

'Jo…' Henry breathed, tears streaming down his face. One fell on Jo's face, resting on her lips. It glistened there for a minute, until Henry reached to brush it away. As he did so he felt the softness of her lips and the faint tickle of her breath on his knuckles- Henry sat up, she was breathing!

Henry found Jo's pulse in her wrist, but it was very faint. With his hope renewed he quickly reached into her pocket for her phone. If he phoned quickly there was possibly still hope for Jo. Henry's fingers brushed the cool, hard edge of Jo's iPhone, and he pulled it gently out of her pocket, careful not to move Jo. Henry turned it over, trying to remember how to use it, only for his heart to sink when he saw the screen. Large cracks ran across it, with a large dent in the middle. It must have happened when Jo fell to the floor after being shot. Hesitantly, he pushed the power button, hoping to see slide to unlock flashing across the screen.

The phone lit up, and for a moment he was relieved, but then his heart sank again. The screen had lit up, but with multi-coloured squares and lines. Henry sighed as he realised there was no way he was going to be calling for help.

I'm going to have to go and find someone. He thought. I hope Jo will be alright.

Gently he let go of her hand and stood up, careful not to disturb her. Henry used his scarf to carefully bind the wound. It might not save Jo, but hope fully it would keep a little pressure on the wound and help slow the bleeding.

Once his task was done Henry rushed from the room to find help.

'Hello? Hanson? Anyone?' He called loudly as he rushed from room to room. He passed through a door way and almost crashed into some one running towards him.

'Hanson.' Henry sighed in relief.

'What are you doing here?' Hanson asked. 'I thought Jo told you to wait outside.'

'This is not the time, detective.' Henry panted. 'Jo was shot. She's lost a lot of blood but if we are quick she might make it. Her phone is broken you need to call for help!'

'Good god.' The detective exclaimed, grabbing his phone. 'Where is she?' He asked urgently, holding the phone up to his ear. Henry spun around and quickly led the way back to the room where he had left Jo.

'She's just behind here.' He called over his shoulder to Hanson, who was talking to paramedics on the phone. Henry rounded the edge of the desks and froze, nearly causing Hanson to run into him. Together they stared at the floor. There was nothing there to show that Jo had ever been there.

'It must be the wrong room.' Henry said, beginning to panic. If they didn't find Jo soon… He didn't want to even think about it.

'Hey, Henry, look.' Hanson said quietly, taking a step forward. He bent down and pulled out something Henry hadn't seen. A small, balled up wad of fabric.

'My scarf.' Henry whispered, taking it from Hanson. He turned it over in his hands before stretching it out to its full length. The grey scarf was covered in blood from when Henry had used it to try and stop Jo's bleeding. Now that he looked closely, he could see faint smears of blood on the floor.

'It's the right room, Henry.' Hanson said softly as medics and other cops began to fill the room behind them. 'Looks like the shooter came back for her.'

Henry was sitting in a state of shock in Lt Reece's office when Abe turned up. Hanson had called Abe as soon as they got back, asking him to come down.

'What's happened?' Henry heard him ask Lt Reece as he continued to stare down at the now cold coffee in his hands.

'They were on a case.' He heard the lieutenant reply. 'Jo was shot-'

'Oh my!' Abe exclaimed, cutting her off. 'Is Jo alright?'

'Well, we're not actually sure.' Lt Reece replied sadly. 'Henry went to get help and when they got back she was gone. Forensics found blood marks at the scene, so we think that the shooter must have come back for her when Henry left the room and tried to quickly clean the blood up, so there was no evidence of anything. The building is very large, so it would have been relatively easy for them to avoid police.'

'Poor Jo.' Abe said softly, glancing over his shoulder at Henry who sat silently in the corner. 'You think she's probably…' He trailed off, hoping Lt Reece would understand what he was trying to say.

'Unfortunately, yes.' She looked down. 'Henry said she had lost a lot of blood, so we aren't holding out much hope at this point in time.' The lieutenant looked up again, meeting Abe's eyes as she did so. 'Henry's taking it quite hard.'

'So I see.' Abe murmured. 'I'll take him home. I hope her body is found.'

'So do I.' Lt Reece answered.

Abe helped Henry to the car, before getting in himself. They drove in silence for a while before Abe cleared his throat, looking over at Henry who sat in the passenger seat.

'You wanna talk about it?'

'Not really.' Henry's voice was flat and lifeless. Abe continued driving in silence for a while before trying again.

'How are you feeling?'

'I said I don't want to talk about it, Abraham.' Henry said, voice rising. 'It's my fault she's gone. If I had stayed with her, or been faster at finding someone she might still be here, but she's not. That's my fault and I'm going to have to live with that forever.' He fell silent again, staring out the window with a few tears trickling down his cheeks.

'I'm sorry, pops.' Abe said quietly. 'But it's not your fault. If you had stayed with her and not gone for help she would have died in front of you. You did what was right, and it was just unlucky the other guy came back. I'm sure Jo would be thankful for what you did for her.' As he glance at Henry out of the corner of his eye, Abe saw him smile a little, sadly.

'Thanks, Abraham.'

Another (sort of) cliffhanger. What happened to Jo? Where is she? How will Henry cope? Hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't forget to review!