Winchester was surprised, to say the least, when Henry walked into the interrogation room unscathed. "I shot you!" he exclaimed, pointing to him. "How in the hell–"
"You missed," Henry explained coolly as we sat down.
I held up the scrunchie in its evidence bag. "The hairs on this match yours. We found it in your dead girlfriend's hand. Want to tell us about that?"
"I gave it to her, to remember me by," he spat.
"Right." I got up and knocked on the interrogation room door. Hanson opened it and handed me a large knife in its evidence bag. "And I suppose it's just a coincidence that the knife you had on you matches the wound on your girlfriend's neck."
"Lots of people have that knife," he growled, but I could see sweat starting to form on his forehead.
"Lots of people don't have traces of your girlfriend's blood on this knife," Henry replied. "You being in here is just a formality, really. We know you killed Margaret Haines. We're just curious as to the why."
"I didn't kill her." He sat back and looked at the ceiling. "I want my lawyer."
"Fine. We'll call him." Henry and I got up to leave as I added, "But he's not going to do you any good."
Given that we caught John Winchester within a day, I didn't have much paperwork to complete. I finished it in an hour and told Hanson I would see him in the morning.
I found my husband in his office, staring into the air. I went around to the back of his desk and put my arms around his neck. "Hey, handsome."
He came out of his reverie and kissed my cheek. "Hello, beautiful."
"I'll keep an eye on the reports for the next few days," I told him softly. "If anything pops up relating to your death, I'll bury it, if I can."
"Thank you, darling."
I moved so I could see his face. "And Henry? If you have to run, don't you dare run without me."
His eyes widened. "Are you sure, Jo?"
"I'm your wife, mon amour. Of course I'm sure. I knew the risks when I married–"
Henry picked me up at the waist, set me on his desk, and kissed me thoroughly. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered when he finally released my lips. "I can never say it enough, my dear, strong Jo."
I didn't have to think of a suitable reply, because Lucas poked his head in the door. "Uh, um, I just wanted to say that someone from the funeral home is here to pick up Miss Haines' body. I'll process them out. You guys look busy." He shut the door quickly.
I grinned up at Henry and raised my eyebrows. "Want to go home?"
"You have no idea."
Because my last story didn't have enough awkward Lucas. :p Thanks to everyone for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing!
KenH - I don't know, do I mean that? :p Superlc529 - This story started out as a ten thousand word plus story. I liked it - it had a lot of good scenes that I'll probably use in other stories - but it had no meaning for Henry and Jo. This story is shorter, but more meaningful.
