Before she could answer him, Henry began running for the car, still holding Jo's arm. He could hear the panicked screams of the crowd behind him, where all logic said a dead body should be lying. Whether or not it was still there was another question entirely.
He was still completely shaken over what he had done. 235 years, and he'd never, ever killed a man. He had, of course, been in a few wars, but never in the front lines. If he was at war, he had been a doctor or surgeon. Never the man with the gun aimed at another human being.
He was ripped from his own frightened thoughts by the sound of metal clinking against metal. He looked over to see Jo shakily unclipping handcuffs from her belt.
"I suggest you don't use those, Detective."
He said it without emotion. Without even looking at her. Jo, now the pliable hostage, acceded to his command. As she put them back, she countered him in an equally emotion-free reply.
"What do you suggest we do, then?"
"My first course of action would be that we go down to the precinct."
He said it slowly, deliberately, yet conversationally, as though this were the end of any normal case and they had to get back and do the paperwork. He rested his hand on the white handle of a passenger door of a car, letting go of Jo in the process. She was stunned to see that it was her own police car.
"Back," she commanded, nodding toward the seat reserved for criminals. Henry raised his brow in a challenge as Jo circled around to the driver's door. Seeing that he hadn't moved and all too familiar with his peculiar stubbornness, she rolled her eyes and conceded for Henry to take his usual place. Shotgun, ironically.
The detective and the doctor got in the car. Jo clicked her seatbelt and looked over to see Henry holding himself confidently, hands on his lap, clearly in her sight. They continued to quiver, revealing his fear and unsteadiness, along with the faraway look in his eyes.
He caught her stare and immediately lifted his hands, just a little, showing that they were empty. "I'm not going to hurt you, Detective."
"You know I have to call this in to the Lieutenant, right Henry?"
She was more concerned than afraid. Henry could see it reflected in her eyes. He nodded, then set his hands back on his lap. Jo pulled out her cell phone, quickly looking over at him as she punched in the Lieutenant's direct number.
"Don't you dare get any ideas."
Henry didn't have any, nor did he plan on getting them. He was too occupied by his emotions to think of escaping. He took a few deep breaths, trying to slow his heart rate and quell the tremors in his hands. He watched as Jo held the phone to her ear, tapping the fingers of her left hand on the doorframe in impatience as she waited for an answer.
"Reece? It's Jo."
She was already tense. But her body language grew more abrasive as she listened to the Lieutenant.
"Of course I've heard about the shooting, the bullet flew over my shoulder for God's sake!"
"Yes, I was there! In fact, I've detained the shooter as much as possible-"
Jo was cut off by Reece again. She adopted an urgent tone as she continued.
"You don't understand, Lieutenant. The shooter was Henry."
{*.*.*.*}
It was cold. Oh so cold.
Adam opened his eyes as a ferocious shiver coursed through his body. He found himself in a large silver-walled room. Milk crates lined the walls and candies and toppings filled the shelves.
An ice cream stand. Better than the meat locker he'd reappeared in last time. Though this had much less inspiration for him, especially after being murdered.
Knowing that he needed to leave before he froze to death (though it wouldn't really matter because he would just reawaken in the same place), Adam went around the room searching for a door. And an empty box. As callous as he was about humanity and society in general, he did still find it extremely uncomfortable emerging from random freezers in the way his condition left him there.
If only he'd known this would happen when he'd decided to go on that voyage.
He grabbed a box that had been forgotten and wedged in a corner, opened up the bottom, and pulled it around his waist. Holding the box with his right hand, he pushed in the door handle with his back and slowly emerged into the stand.
He was met by the frightened stares of two teenagers, clad in pristine white smocks and blue baseball caps declaring the name of the eatery he'd wound up in the freezer of. The Meadows. That was a new one. Which meant he didn't have any clothes stashed in a secret nook or cranny as he did at all the other places he'd learned were his usual reappearance locales.
He bolted for the door. It was difficult to run while holding the box around himself, but he'd had quite a while to practice. One of the boys chased him down while the other went to the phone to call the cops.
He'd been caught before. He had a rap sheet miles long of public nudity charges. But today, today was not the day to get arrested. What if someone recognized him as the disappearing dead body on 38th and Park? What if Henry identified him?
He groaned inwardly as he finally made the realization that Henry had to know who he was now, otherwise he wouldn't have been shot dead by the man. His fury welled up inside him. He had been winning this game, but now Henry had the upper hand. Sure, he might get a little jail time for the shooting, but without a body they couldn't hold him for life. Then again, a short sentence for his fellow immortal would give Adam time to plan his next course of action in getting Henry to finally ally with him.
He was too occupied by his plans for dominating the immortal to notice the step below him. He tripped and fell, his body splayed out in the back hall of the stand. The boy who had been chasing him now stood over him, much in the same way he had over Henry earlier that year, albeit he wasn't slowly bleeding to death. Only some small scrapes on his arms.
But he was about to be arrested. Again.
how about that episode last night? I just realized I haven't written any ayenns on this story yet so hello there readers! I hope you're enjoying the story so far... and I promise not to foregt about Halfway Done either, but I keep getting so many good ideas for continuing this. If you haven't figured out, there's always some sort of flashback and there always will be. I decided to have a little fun with this one and give a little insight on Adam's character. Hope you didn't mind.
disclaimer: I am not ABC Networks and i do not in any way, shape, or form, own the characters, plot, etcetc of Forever. I've just kidnapped them for my own little creative rants.
other disclaimer: 38th and Park is not a real intersection in NYC. It was a filler that I put in and it just kinda stuck before I checked for veracity.
