Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the beach, staring through the night at the dark waters. Finally there was a wet, pruned, naked Henry waving his arm facing away from them so they only saw his behind.

Abe jogged to the shoreline and Henry came out, drying himself off, putting his briefs back on, and tying the towel around his waist. Henry waddled up to Jo with Abe close behind. Jo, turned around and walked to the car wordlessly.

"Jo…?" Henry said quietly, approaching her.

"Henry… I don't know what to say. This is so...surprising." She turned to face him. "You made me kill you so you could drag me all the way to the East River so I could see you naked and unscathed. Well, except for that," Jo said, placing her finger on the large scar on his chest.

"This," Henry explained, "was from my first death. The only scar I kept." He sighed as a memory flashed in his head.

"How do you remember it all? From 1800 to 2016… That's a long time."

"Well, my memory isn't perfect," Henry said, defending himself. "My teenage years are fuzzy."

Jo cracked a smile and nudged Henry. "Finish putting your clothes on, Doctor. I'm tired of standing here all fancy next to a half-naked man."

Jo got in as Henry put on his pants and his shirt, and afterwards, Henry crawled in behind her. "You still look dashing, Detective Martinez."

Jo blushed in the darkness of the back seat of Abe's car, and before she could say anything, Henry gently placed his finger on her chin and turned her face to him.

"Henry-?" Jo whispered before Henry gently placed his lips on hers. Once they parted, there was a satisfied silence that hung in the air. Finally, Jo broke the silence. "Oh! Henry, I forgot to give you your birthday present before I killed you." It surprised her how casually she said it, but neither of them made a comment about it as Jo reached her purse and pulled out a small present box and handed it to him.

Henry gingerly took the box in his hand, wondering what could be inside. Not wanting to wait any longer, Henry opened the box carefully. He lifted the lid to discover a pocket watch, completely silver with an NYPD badge on it. "All of us at the Presinct chipped in, but it was my idea to get it."

Henry smiled. "It's beautiful," Henry said gingerly. "And you have made my night so special."

"Even though our dinner got ruined by someone getting shot, which I'll probably have to help out investigating tomorrow, and I killed you."

"We went out to dinner and I gave you one of my biggest secrets to trust you with. This has been an amazing night, and I couldn't ask to spend it with anyone else."

"I was glad to ask you to join me for dinner," Jo said, yawning.

"Are you ready to go home? I'm sure it's been a long day."

"More of a long night, but yeah."

"Do you want Abraham to take you home?"

"Sure." It was strange how suddenly Jo became tired, but once Abe had come back to the car (he had gone to the shore to give the two some privacy) and drove Jo to her house, she found herself leaning on Henry's shoulder, trying not to fall asleep. By the time that they had reached her house, she was already half asleep, so Henry had to help her to her door.

Once she opened the door, Henry stood patiently. Jo turned back to him and kissed him, surprising both Henry and Abe. "Happy 237th, Henry."

"Thank you, Jo."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

She went inside, locking the door behind her, but wishing Henry was with her.