It was raining. Of course it bloody was. Even the weather was mourning the downfall of Henry Morgan. Jo was standing next to Abraham, holding an umbrella over the both of them, listening to the rain on the taught fabric. Abe had remained oddly stoic throughout the entire service, seemingly not upset over his close friends untimely death. Jo herself had remained the same, eyes continuously ahead, staring off into the distance rather than watching the Priest, who had rambled on and on about Henry as though they had been the best of friends. Jo didn't know much about Henry's religious beliefs. Him being the scientist he was, she had assumed that he had been Atheist, though she'd never asked nor felt it important. She had also assumed Abe to be Jewish, going by his story of being rescued from a Jewish internment camp when he was a young infant. Abe shifted next to her and she glanced over to him.

"You want to go?" she asked softly.

She watched as Abe turned his head slightly to look back at her, "No, but I can't spend the rest of my life standing here with him. I've got a store to run."

"Does it bother you?"

"What?"

Jo took a calming breath, "That he's not here."

Abe nodded, "Of course, he's dead-,"

"No," Jo cut him off, "that's not what I meant." Abe sighed and Jo turned to face him head on, "I mean... doesn't it bother you that he's not here? That we didn't find him..." she paused to corrected herself, "his body..."

Abe took a moment to school a reply, "No."

Jo looked confused, "Why? Don't you want closure?"

Abe placed a hand on her shoulder, "I got closure the minute you told me he was on a bridge when the trace came through. I... have closure, because, so does he."

Jo turned away sharply, chewing her bottom lip, "How did I not notice this? I'm a Detective for god's sake."

"The same way I didn't," Abe said, "because he was good at hiding it, good at lying." Henry I'm going to kill you for making me do this.

Jo sighed, exasperated, "It's just, not like him.

"No," Abe agreed, "but I guess he was pretty desperate." Yeah, desperate to save my backside.

She spun the umbrella in her grip, "I guess." She eyed the picture of Henry that was stood in front of the casket. It was framed, but the photo itself was blurry; Lucas' work. He'd caught Henry off-guard one evening after work while they were enjoying a few drinks. Henry's gaze wasn't directed at the camera, it was drawn by something else, and though it was a poor quality shot, Jo saw how damn happy he looked. He was laughing, crows feet lining his eyes.

Abe interrupted her thoughts with a gentle cough to clear his throat, "I should head back... the store won't run itself."

Jo wondered why he was leaving so soon after such a loss, surely the store could wait another few minutes. Instead she nodded, "Okay."

Abe patted her arm again and she gave him the umbrella. He protested but she was entirely content to stand in the rain. If she caught a cold, so be it.

At least she was alive.

Abe walked away, slowly at first, then more quickly, stepping as fast as his body would allow. He came level to a large oak tree and from behind it, Henry stepped out. Abe paused briefly, stared at him and then kept walking.

"Abe?"

"It's sick!" Abe replied, irritated, "Attending your own funeral!"

Henry caught up with his son easily, "I didn't 'attend', I... observed. From a distance."

Abe stopped walking, "It's still screwed up!" a pause, "Why can't you go all Sherlock Holmes on this?"

"Firstly, Holmes is fictional. Secondly, Adam was extraordinarily clear."

"Screw Adam!" Abe snapped.

"No!" Henry's voice raised a notch in reply to Abe, "He was clear... that I should die, and then remain six-foot-under, or your life would be forfeit. I believe him, he's already taken you once. I cannot risk it. You mean far too much to me."

Abe sighed and finally turned to face his father, offering him a sad smile, "Pops, I'm seventy-one this year. Like it or not, I'm nearing my best-before date."

Henry shook his head, "Abraham," he placed a hand on Abe's shoulder, squeezing gently, "please don't say that."

"It's true. I'm not gonna live forever, and when I've gone, you'll need somebody," Abe's smile lightened slightly, "Jo is good for you."

Henry shook his head again, determined, "Jo believes me dead."

"So did mom." Abe countered.

Henry pursed his lips, "I doubt Jo would be quite as accommodating."

"You're not giving her enough credit." Abe reprimanded the older man.

"Abraham, I cannot loose you and Jo." Henry told him.

"You've already lost her, pops." Abe reminded, "She's back at your empty coffin, mulling over how awful a person she is beca-," Abe cut himself off when his eyes drifted past Henry and spied Jo walking towards them, "ah, crap."

Henry noticed Abe's eyes lingering behind him, and he almost turned when Abe grasped his scarf, "Abraham-?!"

Abe swore his father was a few sandwiches short of a picnic, honestly, it was a wonder how he once went eleven years without a single death. The man could be impossibly foolish. Abe ground out his next words, "It's the 'police'."

Henry's eyes widened slightly, "I-I'll, meet you at home, shall I?" he didn't wait for Abe to agree or disagree, simply pushed off, hurrying away from them. Abe shifted on his feet as Jo came closer.

"I thought you were going?" she asked as she came to stop in front of him. She glanced behind him to see Henry retreating, "Who was that?"

Abe grasped at straws for several moments until he managed a choked, "Friend from England."

One of Jo's eyebrows rose steadily into her hairline, "I thought you said Henry didn't have any friends..?"

Shit. Abe nodded slowly, "Oh, y-yeah... I did say that, didn't I? W-well it turns out that-,"

Jo held up a hand to silence him, "Look, it's none of my business." She noted how relieved Abe looked, offered a smile, "Want a lift back to the shop?"

Abe chuckled nervously.