A/N: Nope, I still don't own Forever. So I caved and decided to post the concluding half of this story now instead of this weekend. I don't think you guys mind, right? ;) I hope you enjoy!


Jo told Reece that Henry was having severe headaches and she was going to take him home as well as take a personal day. There wasn't much work to do for her anyway until another body dropped. She and Hanson had practically finished all their paperwork for the last few cases. Reece practically pushed Jo out the door to go take care of her partner. Now she and Henry were in Jo's car heading home to get some answers.

"What do you think it could possibly mean?" Henry stared out the window at the passing scenery.

"I don't know, Henry," Jo shook her head, "Maybe something's getting jumbled up in that brain of yours… You are a big history buff. It could be that you were remembering a conversation you had with a coworker of yours when you were a practicing physician and some wires got crossed so things looked to be like you were in another era."

"That sounds plausible," Henry seemed to relax a little.

"Maybe that's it," Jo said, "But I still think we should get you home… it was too soon for you to get back to work. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Jo," Henry replied, "I couldn't stay home. I needed to be doing something and I actually enjoyed the work Lucas and I did before this strange memory popped in my head."

"You just sit there and relax," Jo briefly looked at Henry and then back on the road, "We're almost home."

Home? Since when did she call Henry's home 'home'? Jo gave herself a mental shake. She could sort out those thoughts later. Right now Henry needed her to be there for him.

"Thank you for believing me," Henry's voice almost broke.

"I'll always believe you, Henry," Jo promised. Henry smiled at his partner. Once again a small pounding drummed in his head and he closed his eyes as another memory came over him.


1815

"Nora, I can't tell you how much of a relief it is that you believe me," Henry held his wife's hands.

"Of course, darling," Nora gave him a half-smile that vanished quickly as she kept looking from Henry to the door.

"Is there something wrong?" Henry picked up on her distractedness.

"No," Nora shook her head, "Nothing's wrong, Henry."

A knock sounded on the door. Henry furrowed his brows; not quite accepting what Nora said was true, but turned to answer the door. A man with a top hat and a silver mustache greeted him, "Doctor Henry Morgan?"

"Yes?" Henry was confused as the man stepped inside and stood next to his wife, "What's going on?"

"He's going to take you somewhere where you can get better, darling," Nora grabbed her pink shawl closer to herself.

"Better? What are you talking about?" Henry didn't understand what was going on. Suddenly, two men appeared behind Henry and seized him as they wrapped a straightjacket on him and forced it on to him.


"Henry?" Jo shook his shoulder, "Henry, we're here. Are you okay?"

Henry's eyes shot open like he was electrocuted by Jo's touch. He looked around frantically until his gaze landed on his partner and he immediately settled down.

"Did you just have another strange memory?" Jo gathered.

"This one was even further back," Henry started, "The early 1800s… there was a woman there. I think she was my wife."

"Abigail?" Jo tried.

"No," Henry shook his head, "No, her name was Nora… I trusted her and she betrayed my trust. I told her something. I can't remember what it was, but the feeling is there. I trusted her with something and she said she believed me. Then these men came and carted me off in a straightjacket."

Jo's concerned look never left her face as she had her hand on Henry's arm as he told her his tale, "Let's go inside… something's going on here. Hopefully Abe can clear things up."

Slowly, Henry unbuckled his seatbelt and they both headed into the shop. Luckily Abe was in front and saw the two of them approach. He quickly opened the door for them, "Is everything all right, Detective?"

"Not really, Abe," Jo's arm hadn't left Henry since they got out of the car. She had her arm wrapped around his torso as she led him in the store.

"Let's go upstairs," Abe gestured to their apartment, "I'll meet you up there."

Abe watched his father and Jo head up the stairs. He locked the door and flipped the open sign to closed. He let out a long sigh. He had the sinking feeling that there was going to be a lot to talk about and most of the weight of the truth was going to land on his shoulders.

Henry settled himself on the couch, Jo right at his side. They left the adjacent chair open for Abe to take. The three of them sat in silence for a moment before Abe broke it, "Tell me what happened."

Jo gave Henry a silent nod, giving him a boost of confidence to share what was happening, "I've been having these strange memories that don't make any sense. They're impossible."

Abe braced himself. Looks like Henry's secret was about to be revealed, "What were the memories?"

"They both looked like something right out of a history book," Henry told him, "The first one appeared to be what looked like the early 1900s and the second from the early 1800s. It doesn't make any sense. Do you know what's going on?"

"Sorry, Pops, looks like your secret's out to Jo," Abe thought.

"They were real, Henry," Abe declared.

"How could they be real?" Henry and Jo asked in unison.

"This is going to sound completely insane," Abe started, "You're immortal, Henry. You were having memories from those time periods because you were alive then."

"Immortal?" Henry looked at Abe like he had just grown another head, "That's pure fantasy."

"For you it's reality, Henry," Abe said.

"No," Henry shook his head, "No, you're wrong."

Abe looked to Jo to see if she could gauge her reaction. As Henry was denying the truth and got up to start pacing the room, memories of Jo's own started to flood her mind of past cases with Henry.


Henry and Jo just stepped out of Jo's car to see Professor Browning's wife on their jumper case. Henry put his hands in his pockets, looking around, "You know until recently, this area used to be all farmland."

"Recently?" Jo started up the steps, "These brownstones have been around long before you and I."


They started down the street, talking briefly about the murder of the boxer. Jo turned to her partner, "When I first started on the job, there was a murder a week here."

"Should've seen it in the eighties," Henry replied and felt the need to correct himself, "1980s."


Jo and Henry stood over the body of Mary Kelley in the morgue, working on their Jack the Ripper copycat case. Henry seemed excited, "I've been comparing the body to the original crime notes on the case."

Jo's face was one of complete disbelief, "I'm sorry. You just happen to have a copy of the original crime notes?"


Henry just joked he was really 'Hank Morgan from Ohio' after their case on the murdered con artist. Jo laughed, "No, your brand of eccentricity would take years to perfect."

"How about centuries?" Henry flagged down a cab with a smirk adorned on his lips.


After Henry used a phrase in Russian to offer his condolences to the widow of the late King of Urkesh, Jo couldn't help but marvel at Henry's knowledge, "I don't get it, Henry. A person would have to live ten lives to pick up everything you have."

"Or just one very long one," Henry sighed.


"Jo?" Henry brought Jo back to the present, "Do you think I'm immortal?"

"I don't know what to think," Jo admitted. She stood up, "I was just thinking about some of the things you've said to me in the past. They never really made much sense, but as crazy as it sounds, if you were immortal, that would actually explain a few things."

"I don't believe this," Henry refused to believe the truth, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"You are immortal, Henry," Abe continued to try to convince his father of the truth, "You were born in 1779 for crying out loud. You died for the first time in 1814."

"No," Henry shook his head.

Partially ignoring Jo's shocked look, Abe went on, "You're my father."

"What?" Henry breathed.

"You're my father," Abe stepped up closer to him, "You and mom found me as a baby in 1945 after the liberation of the camps during the Holocaust. You raised me. You're my Pops."

Henry put a hand to his head. His heart was starting to believe but his head refused to give in to this madness.

"You're Henry's son?" Jo couldn't quite believe it herself.

"Yeah," Abe admitted, "You know, I've been telling Henry for months that he should let you in on the truth… after everything the two of you have been through and how close you've gotten. This would've been a hell of a lot easier if you knew the truth already."

"Immortal," Jo said the word like it was completely foreign to her, "It's unbelievable."

"But you believe it?" Henry looked to Jo for guidance, "You believe that I can't die? That I'm over two hundred years old?"

"I don't know what to believe to be honest, Henry," Jo confessed, "But I know that Abe wouldn't make something like this up if it weren't true. And it would explain your weird out-of-date memories."

"This is crazy," Henry slowly sat down on the couch. Jo took a seat next to him and Abe sat on his other side.

"If there's one thing you're not, it's crazy," Abe said.

"So…" Henry breathed, "How does this work? Clearly I can get hurt… I just can't die?"

"I don't know the logistics of it," Abe replied, "Neither do you really. But from what I've seen. When you die, your body disappears and you reawaken in a large body of water absolutely naked; since we've been in New York, that's been the East River."

"Wait, so all those public indecency charges and that time a little while back during the Clark Walker case, Henry died?" Jo was starting to accept the truth.

"Yeah," Abe confirmed.

"I reawaken?" Henry furrowed his brows, "That sounds weird… wouldn't it be a rebirth?"

"You said you weren't comfortable calling them that," Abe grinned.

"Do you think it could reset my memory?" Henry looked a little hopeful.

"Henry," Abe knew where he was going with that line of thought, "Neither of us know how your immortality truly works. Your body resets but it's not like every time you come back you think it's 1814 again. If you die and come back, you might still have amnesia."

"Do you think it's worth a try?" Henry looked a little desperate and then tried to make a joke, "And if I'm not immortal, at least I won't have to worry about amnesia anymore."

"Not funny, Henry," Jo reprimanded him with a small smack to his arm.

"Maybe we should stick with the non-lethal option," Abe suggested, "We've got some old pictures locked away that we can look through. Maybe it will spark enough memories it'll get you your full memory back."

"Worth a shot," Jo shrugged and looked to Henry to make the decision unanimous.

"All right," Henry nodded. Abe smiled and got up to get the family album.


Jo and Henry sat comfortably in silence. Abe came back with a few albums and handed them to Henry. He took his seat next to his father and motioned for him to open it. The first picture was Henry and Abigail's wedding picture.

"Abigail?" Henry started to remember.

"You remember her?" Abe asked.

"I… I think so. Maybe a little," Henry looked a little uncertain, "Jo mentioned the name Abigail before."

"She's beautiful," Jo smiled.

"My mom," Abe beamed.

"What happened to her?" Henry looked to his son.

"Uh," Abe stilled, "Let's keep going… maybe spark some other memories."

Henry nodded. Clearly whatever happened to Abigail was a sore spot. Maybe he was better off not remembering. Turning the page, they were greeted with a smiling baby Abraham in the arms of Henry.

"That's me," Abe poked the picture, "A great looking baby if I do say so myself."

"This is so weird," Jo put a hand on the picture. Meeting Abe's eyes, she felt the need to explain herself, "Not you, Abe. I just meant… these pictures are from such a long time ago and Henry looks exactly the same."

"He's got good genes," Abe winked.

Flipping through more pictures, they landed on a picture of a young Abe on Henry's shoulders. Henry immediately perked up, "Wait a minute! I think I remember this… wasn't this after our day in the park? You wouldn't stop asking for ice cream? And finally Abigail relented and got you one?"

"Almost," Abe smiled, "You're the one who caved… Mom took the picture. You're remembering, Henry."

Jo looked on at father and son. How could she never have seen the connection before? They were always comfortable around each other and just had this air to them. Part of her always thought they were related: father and son. Never in a million years would she ever have thought that Henry was the father.

The trio looked through the albums long into the night. After about midnight, Abe excused himself to retire to bed. Henry and Jo continued to flip through the pages. With each passing page, Henry seemed to remember more and more. His eyes lit up when talking about his family. Henry wasn't in some of the pictures as the years went by – most likely because he continued to look the same as his family grew older.

Eventually, Jo's head settled on Henry's shoulder as he jovially went on through the albums as memories flooded back to him. Tiredness got the better of them and soon they were both asleep. Henry's arm was wrapped around Jo, her head resting on his chest. Morning came as Abe quietly came up to his father and Jo. He smiled at the sight in front of him. The detective was so good for him and Henry for her. He quickly took a picture of the two of them asleep with an old Polaroid camera.

He set the developing picture down on the closed album on the coffee table in front of the sleeping duo. Deciding to let them sleep, he made his way back into his own room.

Henry's eyelids fluttered open as the morning's light beamed into the room. An unfamiliar but welcome weight on his chest had him looking down at his still slumbering partner. A small smile graced his lips. He remembered. Everything. Sifting through the family album Abe had brought down worked like a charm.

Jo knew about him. She knew about his immortality and she didn't run. Of all the ways he ever pictured telling Jo his secret, through amnesia was not one of them. Henry tried to sit up without disturbing his partner, but to no avail.

"Sorry," Jo apologized as she sat up off of his chest. She had a bit of drool pooled on Henry's shirt.

"It's all right," Henry replied, "I've had far worse on me when Abe was a baby."

"So I didn't dream it, huh?" Jo fixed her hair, still a little sleepy.

"No, you didn't dream it," Henry shook his head. Despite her presence, he still couldn't help but ask, "You still believe me?"

"I'll always believe you," Jo affirmed, "Did last night help your memories at all?"

"Yes actually," Henry smiled, "I believe I have my full memories back… all two hundred and thirty five years of them."

"So weird," Jo shook her head with an amused smile.

Henry went to grab the album to put it back up when he noticed the new picture sitting on top of it, "What's this?"

Jo sat forward to see what was in Henry's hand. It was them asleep in each other's arms not a moment before.

"Abe must've snapped this before we woke up," Henry deduced. He flipped open the album and settled on the last open page.

"What are you doing?" Jo asked.

"Putting this new memory with my old ones," Henry placed the picture in the album. He held it up in admiration, "A perfect fit."

"You truly are a strange one, Henry," Jo smiled as Henry closed the album. They both stood up, "Now that you remember everything, I'm looking forward to your whole story."

"It's a long one," Henry replied.

"I've got time," Jo smiled as she brushed a stray hair behind her ear.

"Thank you," Henry felt the need to say.

"For what?" Jo tilted her head.

"For not running, for staying, for believing me and trusting me," Henry came up to her. Letting out a small breath, he gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, "For being you."

"Forever," Jo beamed.

THE END


A/N: Okay, so that's a wrap. This one was quite a bit longer than my other Forever stories; hence why I split it up into two chapters. The Castle/Caskett fan in me was tempted to write 'Always' there at the end, but I think Henry and Jo's word should be 'Forever.' Don't you? Let me know what you think. Mortinez Forever (pun intended). :)