Hey guys!

It truly has been too long and I apologize for the wait, but here is another chapter! Sorry if it raises more questions than answers...I admit to being a bit of a builder when it comes to conflict, what can I say? But there is some advancement in plot so that's always good :D

I would like to thank everyone for all the reviews and favorites and follows I have been receiving. Truly grateful to be receiving the motivating words and actions from all of you and to those guests who have reviewed, thanks! I can't PM so your shout out is here in my small but building author's note, haha.

And very quickly before reading, I loved that last episode we got! Amazing work with the scene between Henry and Jo during the gassing! Left me shipping them even harder than before:D

With that being said, please enjoy! :D

"Henry!"

He heard the man shout…the man…his son.

Henry shook his head defiantly. It wasn't possible. It just was not possible.

"Henry, are you alright?"

He looked up from his half sitting position on the hard wood floor at the worried face that was staring at him from about two inches away and shook his head again.

It was all just too much. He didn't think he could take anymore…but the man continued speaking to him. Reassuring things that he did not even hear because he was so involved in his own tangled thoughts that everything else was blocked out.

He was a father. He had raised this man who was more than half his age. He had watched this man grow up every day of his life, seen him change and mature, go through conflicts and happiness and he could not even remember a single second of it.

He was vaguely aware that Abe was pulling him up off the floor and into one of the wooden chairs.

He looked into the hazel eyes of his son and willed his brain to remember, just to remember at least one fragment of their life together, but everything was black…he couldn't see anything.

"Henry, are you okay?" Abe asked him again, giving his shoulders a tight squeeze.

Henry tried to find his voice and words that would be suitable to describe what he was feeling right now. He was shocked to put it lightly. Shocked beyond comprehension…and yet there was a small part of his brain that spoke up, a small but definite part that told him there was a chance that this man could be lying.

Even if he was not prepared to learn more, he had to know one way or the other.

"I am…astounded," he finally answered, "how—how did this happen?"

"Well, much the same as any other family would start I guess, except for some minor differences and then some not so minor," he said nodding his head towards Henry. After a few seconds, Abe removed his hands from Henry's shoulders, "Are you ready for some tea now? This is your favorite set and I don't think you'll be happy if you find out you broke a few cups later."

Henry tried to pull himself together, "No I am okay," he said, receiving the cup of tea that was handed to him, "and I apologize…it's been a long day."

Abe nodded sympathetically, "I can imagine."

Henry took a shaky sip from the tea, hoping that it might aid in calming his nerves. He quirked an eyebrow when he realized that it was prepared perfectly to his liking. But then again, why should he be surprised? This man had apparently lived a great part of his life with Henry; he most likely knows more about him than just how he takes his tea. In fact he most definitely does know more about him considering his enlightenment towards Henry's biggest secret.

"You're my son?" he finally asked, breaking the small silence that had grown while they both tried their tea.

Abe placed his cup back on the table and leaned back in his chair, "Adopted son, but family just the same."

"I adopted you?" Henry asked, even though he was sure that Abe had brought him much joy over his life, him adopting a child did not seem like something he would do. He could remember a few days after he was liberated from the prison. He had been sitting at a dark and lonely tavern, fresh hair cut and a completely different pair of clothes compared to his old sophisticated look so as to avoid recognition by anyone he might run into.

He had many thoughts running through his mind that night; where he would go, how he would remain hidden from those who would be no doubt searching for him, how he was going to remove his savings from his estate, but in all these thoughts, he still thought of Nora and even though she had betrayed him, what they had both lost. They had a life planned together, they were going to live happily for years to come and they had even talked of raising children in the colonies before his life had changed forever.

Her betrayal still burned like a hot metal rod in his heart and would for a long time, but still he knew that he would always miss the life he had almost lived and the family he had been so close to having.

From that moment on, he had decided that he would not have children. It was just too dangerous for them and eventually him. He was not going to risk the life of his child when there was always the possibility that in a second, he could be recognized for what he was and the hunt would recommence. It was the most responsible and logical decision he could make when it came to having a family and just a traditional life.

He also needed to take into consideration that he had no idea of whether his condition had the ability to be passed on…there had just been too many unknowns.

He thought of all this now while looking at Abraham. Something must have happened to change his mind…then a truly startling thought came to his attention.

Eyes filled with a new urgency, he sat forward in his chair, "Do you have a mother?"

Abe nodded, completely calm compared to Henry's tense and uneasy demeanor, "Her name was Abigail and you loved her…we both did."

Henry saw the change in Abraham. It was as if whatever was going through his mind was enough to physically exhaust him. He could see how the man's shoulders slumped just a fraction and there was a sadness in his voice that Henry knew all too well.

He once again felt the urge to just walk away from this conversation, to lie down and enter a dreamless sleep where he would upon waking up in London and his familiar time period, realize that this was all just a bad dream.

But he knew better, no matter how much this felt like a dream that he would wake up from any second, this was his reality.

"What happened to her?" his voice was low and gravely and he couldn't help but feel surprised. He did not even remember this woman that he had apparently loved but still found it in him to miss her. It was strange; he was mourning the loss of a woman he had, for all intents and purposes, never met.

"I'm not quite sure. One day she was there, fussing over me and you like always and then the next day she was just gone," he said, pausing to take another sip of tea, "she left a note addressed to both of us and just like that was out of our lives."

Henry sighed; it seemed that there was more tragedy waiting for him every time he turned around.

"But enough about that. The important thing is that I'm your son and I know you're immortal…and that something happened to make you forget all that."

Henry nodded, Abe was right. They had more important things to be discussing right now.

"So I take it that no one besides you and I know of my condition?"

"Yes, but after today I can't help but see Jo figuring it out."

"I believe I managed to temporarily convince her that I simply have a very peculiar case of amnesia…which is similar enough to the truth," Henry said, "She gave me a day to work on my memories."

Abe smiled, "Ah, so that's what that was about. Figured there was a reason you turned white as a ghost after her ominous goodbye," he poured another cup of tea in both their cups and dumped in some sugar, "So you regain all your lost memories in a day…I'm sensing an 'or what' would be the appropriate follow up question."

He took a deep breath. Just thinking of the consequences of failure was enough to make him restless, "Or she takes me to a facility to be analyzed."

"That's tough," he allowed with a small shrug, "then again Jo was never one to fool around. Looks like we've got a lot of past to dig up."

Henry took another sip from his tea and nodded, pondering over everything he had just learned. Earlier today, he had thought that Jo was going to be his key guide and while that was definitely still a possibility considering the working factor, he could see a much more beneficial mentor sitting right in front of him. He decided that son or no son, this man knew more about him than anyone at the moment and with that he began to form a plan.

He looked back up at Abe and allowed the smallest of smiles to appear on his face, "Let's get to work."

Jo ducked under the yellow tape Mike was holding up for her, nodding her thanks. The crime scene was crowded, mostly with civilians trying to get a view of the alleyway but the cops were holding them back. She could see part of the body lying behind the dumpster, the other half covered by two men crouching down.

"Body was discovered around noon by a jogger. Looks like he was stabbed, weapon unknown."

She saw that one of the guys crouching over the body was Lucas, "What've you got, Lucas?"

He hastily turned around at the sound of her voice, "Um, I got a few samples from the wounds. It looks like he was stabbed repeatedly in the chest until the killer got him in the heart," he looked around the Detective, "Where's Henry?"

She caught Mike look at her from the corner of her eye too. They always left it up to her to call the M.E, but this time that wouldn't be happening. She followed her gut and guessed Henry didn't want news of his memory problems circulating the precinct, "He's taking a sick day."

"Really? Henry?" Lucas asked surprise evident on his face, "I don't think he's ever taken a sick day…I don't even think he's ever been sick!"

Jo shrugged and kept her eyes on the body. Did she really just lie to the two people who were most likely to see through it? A Detective and an assistant M.E? Well, in a normal situation, she wouldn't have counted Lucas, but he was assistant M.E. to the most observant man she knew. He was bound to pick something up from the guy after all these years of working with him. But lying was really the only choice she could see working, it would be what Henry would have wanted, she was sure of it. Besides, she didn't even know where to begin on explaining what was actually wrong with him.

So with a sip from her coffee, she tried to get everyone's attention back on the body, kneeling down to get a closer look, "Do we have anything else to go on?"

"His wallets empty, whoever did this left the credit cards though," Hanson informed her.

She sighed and looked at the bloody mess that was this poor guy's chest. It was horrible to think that he was killed just over something so small like a mugging, but that was how death was sometimes. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it and for the smallest of reasons.

She quickly stopped that train of thought. She knew exactly where those thoughts were headed but now wasn't the time, not while she was working. So she blocked her emotions and met Hanson's gaze, hoping her brief second of pain wasn't visible in her eyes, "So what do you think; crime of passion or mugging gone bad?"

Hanson shrugged, "Not sure, this guy got pretty beat up so I'm thinking maybe passion…but that's not all."

He pointed a pen over her shoulder and she turned around to face the faded brick wall of the alleyway. What she saw made her stomach do a small flip. On the wall, there was writing in what looked like blood—the victim's blood if she were to guess on it—in a language she couldn't read. It looked a little bit like Latin…

"Immortalis est in nobis. Semper vigilo," Hanson sounded out, the Latin mixing horribly with his Brooklyn accent, "It's a shame the Doc got sick 'cause I'm pretty sure we just landed his dream case."

Jo had to agree, the timing was horrible. She was sure that if Henry had been here in full health, they would already have the message translated and a bunch of theories complete with lectures being handed to them with a charming smile.

She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of the message on the wall, they would get it translated back at the precinct.

All of a sudden Lucas made his presence known again with a bright smile, "Guess what I just found?" he held up something with a pair of tweezers and squinted at it in the light. "This looks a lot like skin…maybe this guy got in a few hits before going down?" he said hopefully, looking between the two Detectives.

Jo smiled and gave Lucas a light slap on the back. She was glad the guy was finally getting the hang of field work. He at least seemed a little more at ease and now thanks to him they had something to go on.

"Let's get back to the precinct." She said. The sooner they could get a match on the skin, the closer they were to solving the case and the closer she was to getting back to Henry.

She shifted her way back through the crowd of people and back to her car, her mind stuck on her partner.

It was the weirdest thing she had ever heard of. Someone getting amnesia and believing they were from the 1800s…it was hard to even picture.

But besides the strange illness, what was even weirder was how Henry and Abe were reacting to the situation. Henry with his random fear of Doctors—something she had never noticed about him before—and Abe's behavior after Henry had told him about London.

The man had practically been panicking; she didn't mention anything but she had definitely noticed his change in color at hearing the last thing Henry remembered.

She couldn't think of why though. Sure Henry's amnesia was odd and she can only imagine how painful considering how long the two have known each other, but there was something about the whole situation that was giving her a strange feeling.

She stopped at a red light and took a quick swig from her coffee, smiling around the lid. Of course that would be what she ultimately thought was strange about the whole thing. Being friends with Henry was really dulling her reactions to weird situations.

She was also worried about whether or not she was making the right decision concerning him and the Doctors. He had made her promise not to take him anywhere and the last thing she wanted to do was betray his trust at a time like this, but what if her actions now caused him harm later on?

She knew better than anyone that sometimes we don't always know what's best for us…no matter how much she wanted to be there for Henry, she didn't want to be the one who ultimately screwed him in the end.

She jumped when a loud horn sounded from somewhere behind her and looked up to see the green light staring down at her. She hastily stepped on the gas, the car lurching with her quick take off. She had to get her mind off Henry. They agreed he would have a day…now she just had to wait that day out. Decisions on what to do could wait that long, right?

Well they were going to have to because while he had a guaranteed few days off, she still had a murder to solve and without the help of her trusty M.E.

She parked her car, finally arriving at the precinct, and made her way in. She saw Hanson's car a few spaces away and shook her head. Mike had always driven way too fast to be considered safe and legal for that matter.

But as she got to her desk, she saw the pros to him arriving earlier as he walked over to meet her, paper in hand.

"Just got the message translated! It's a little rough but it says something along the lines of this."

He held out the piece of paper he was holding to her and she took it, unfolded it, and looked inside.

There is an immortal among us. Always vigilant.

She looked up from the paper, meeting Mike's eyes and she knew what he was thinking…the same thing she was thinking.

"Looks like we got another crazy on our hands."

It looked like they did and she was not looking forward to it. These cases never seemed to end well for anyone involved and this was beginning to spiral in that messy ending direction.

At least they had the message translated, even if it didn't make sense in the slightest. Now they just had to wait for the DNA match in the system.

She sat down at her desk, thinking of what to do next. She thought of calling the shop and checking up on Henry, but maybe that wouldn't be the best idea. She didn't want to interrupt the important conversation he was most likely having with Abe right now.

Looking at her computer, another idea struck her.

She quickly turned on the computer and typed in 'Amnesia symptoms' on Google, clicking on the first site she saw.

She read over the obvious symptoms, marking that Henry seemed to have most of them, but didn't see the one she was looking for.

Where a victim might believe he was from a different time period...okay well not that exact wording, but something similar.

She kept scrolling through the page, re-reading to make sure she didn't miss anything. One sentence caught her attention,

Recent memories are most likely to be lost, while more remote or deeply ingrained memories may be spared. Someone may recall experiences from childhood or know the names of past presidents, but not be able to name the current president or remember what month it is or what was for breakfast.

That sounded like Henry, but something about it made her frown. Deeply ingrained memories may be spared…someone may recall experiences from childhood…

All of a sudden, the phone's shrill ringing sounded beside her, making her jump from her slouched position in front of the computer screen. She tried to casually shake off the not so subtle jump as a move for the phone and with a quick glance around her, picked up the cell phone, "Detective Martinez."

"Hello, Detective," a deep voice greeted her.

"Who is this?" she prompted when the other line went quiet.

"A friend," he answered and immediately a bad feeling grew in her stomach. She was about to demand some real information when the man spoke again.

"I was just wondering how the good Doctor was doing, memory loss can be difficult to cope with."

She froze, but her mind was reeling, all else forgotten as she focused on this new piece of information. Was this one of the guys responsible for what happened to Henry? But how would they know about the amnesia?

Unless…

A cold feeling ran through her and then she remembered she had a voice.

"What did you do to him?" she asked in a lowered voice, giving another glance around the busy room to make sure no one was in hearing distance.

"I believe a better question you should be asking is why."

"Listen to me," she warned, "you're going to tell me what you did and why and maybe you'll be able to avoid ten years," she threatened but immediately regretted the words. She didn't want to scare the guy off.

"Believe me, jail is the least of my worries and please, send the Doctor my condolences."

And then the line went dead. She spent a few seconds wondering what the hell all this meant and then immediately looked at the number, writing it down on a sticky note.

She was going to find this bastard, but first she had to check on Henry.

"Hanson!" she yelled, grabbing the other Detective's attention along with half of the room's from across the precinct, "I need you to get this number checked out."

"Where'd you get it?" Hanson asked, grabbing the sticky note from her finger while she hastily shoved her coat on.

"I'll tell you later, just get it checked and call me when you have a name," but Hanson didn't look convinced. "This might have something to do with the case," she added in and he nodded, eyes trusting.

Grabbing her keys, she gave him a quick 'thanks' and practically ran out of the building, jumping back in her car and pulling out into the street.

If that guy was the one or one of the one's responsible for what happened to Henry and he knew about what happened afterwards, then he might be watching the shop.

She thought about Henry and Abe and the possibility of some psychopath standing outside their door, bidding his time. It made her heart stutter in fear.

But if one thing was clear now, she knew it wasn't an accident. Someone had deliberately done this to Henry and by the sound of it, they weren't done with him. She breathed in a deep breath and stepped on the gas.

So it's probably clear that I do not know Latin and Google translate was a very useful tool over the past couple of days. Hopefully it makes sense to anyone who may know the language (props to you!) and if not then I apologize:)

Thanks for reading, guys! Leave me any thoughts and/or questions and please have an awesome week!