Their latest case had been quite intense. The murderer it appeared, was someone connected to a serial killer serving life in prison. Whoever they were, they had decided to continue his work and get back at the people they felt had wronged him.

Which is why they had gone to the house of Tyler Evans, a lawyer in Brooklyn. He had managed the prisoner's most recent unsuccessful appeal and from Henry's deductions he was likely to be the next target.

Except he wasn't the next target, he was the killer. They had found a shrine to his client in the basement of the home before Evans gassed them so they passed out. He then locked them in the room and set the house on fire.

Henry was the first to come to. He smelled smoke and knew no matter what happened to him, he had to get Jo out. He crawled over to her and checked on her. Her vitals were strong, which was a good thing as it meant she should be coming to shortly. He made his way to the door and felt it with his hand. It wasn't hot yet, which meant the fire was higher in the house. Henry ran his hands down the door to asses the materials and the weakest spot on the door. He kicked the door just under the lock. After three kicks it finally gave way and opened, ushering in a large cloud of smoke. He covered his mouth and moved back towards Jo. She still wasn't up and the smoke would not be helping. He took off his scarf and tied it around her face as a makeshift mask.

Jo felt her head move and the fabric cover her nose and mouth. Her eyes shot open and her adrenaline kicked in. She jolted up before she fully registered it was Henry in front of her.

"We have to get out of here." He said helping her to her feet. He pulled his jacket off and covered their heads as they crouched low and headed out to the hallway.

When they reached the staircase Henry's heart sunk to see flames licking the top steps. There was no other way to reach the upstairs of the house. Jo turned them back towards a different room in the basement and shut the door, stuffing Henry's coat under the door to prevent as much smoke getting in as possible. "Now what?" She asked. Henry paced the back wall before he noticed a small window that opened up to the ground level. there were bars on it but there was also a small gap. There was a chance it was just big enough for a person to get through.

"Over here!" He said. Jo rushed over and saw the window. They tried to open the window but it was sealed. Jo took her gun and broke the glass. Henry moved closer and got into position to boost her up. "Ladies first."

"Usually I'd take offence to that." She stepped into his clasped hands and squeezed her way through the gap over the bars. She leaned down and tried to offer Henry her hand. "Ok, your turn."

"I'm not going to make it through that way Jo. My dimensions will make it impossible."

"Henry now is not the time to get a body complex. Get moving!" He tried to get up and found, as he predicted, that his shoulders were too wide for the small space. He dropped down and stepped away from the window "Henry!" she yelled.

"I'm going to try to get out the other way."

"Henry, the stairs were on fire." She reminded him. " Not to mention the smoke is getting worse.

"I'll take my chances. The only thing that matters to me right now is that you are safe." He said. Jo felt a pang of guilt and fear in her heart. " So get away from the house and call for back up. If I don't make it out, you know where to find me." He ran away from the window before she could object further.

Jo called after him but knew there was no changing his mind. If she thought he didn't have a self-preservation instinct before, the fact that he didn't have to hide his condition from her made things worse. She backed up to the street and ran around to the front of the house. She called 911 on her cell phone and was told they were already on route. The fire fighters showed up about 30 seconds after she called. Hanson showed up with the uniformed officers shortly after.

"Where's Henry?" He asked after fire crews reported no one was inside the house.

"We got separated inside. He must have gotten out the back way." Jo covered up. "You've got my statement already so I'm going to go find him."

" I'll come with you." He offered.

"No!" She said a little too sharply. "There might still be evidence inside. You should stick around in case they clear the building." She walked off quickly before he could argue. She got in her car and drove around as if she was going to the block behind the house. When she was out of view she turned and started driving towards the antique shop.

Henry surfaced from the water and was happy to be breathing oxygen instead of smoke. He had almost made it out of the building but a beam had fallen in his path and blocked him into an alcove. Thankfully, the smoke had gotten him before the flames had. He always preferred inhalation/ suffocation deaths over violent pain and injury.

He swam towards shore and found his usual hiding spot. Abe was out of town, so he was going to have to be very careful. He sat and tried to gather his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice calling his name softly in the dark

"Henry! Henry are you here?" She called softly

"Jo! Over here!" He answered in hushed tones. Jo turned to a small alcove where a tree stood next to a decorative wall. She rushed over and dropped her gym bag at his feet while staying on the other side of the tree so that she wasn't looking at him.

"Abe wasn't home so I don't know if this stuff is good or whatever, I just grabbed the first things I could find."

" Anything that won't get me arrested is fine. Abe is out on a buying trip this weekend. How did you get in?"

"He made me keep a copy of the key just in case something like this happened."

"I'm glad he did." Henry stepped out of the shadows as he finished buttoning his shirt. "Do we need to return to the crime scene?"

"There isn't really anything to return to. I gave a statement while the firefighters tried to save the building. Then once I was sure you were-" She paused, not wanting to say the word. "Gone, I left."

"Well, in that case, may I trouble you for a ride home?" He asked. She nodded and they made their way to the car. They spent the ride in silence. Henry didn't want to push, as he wasn't sure if Jo was helping him because she knew he didn't have anyone else to turn to or because she actually wanted to help. Jo was silent because she was still processing the fact that Henry had just died, again. He noticed as they pulled up to the antique shop that Jo's grip on the wheel was white-knuckle tense. "Are you alright?"

"Um, yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Just a long day." Jo tried to smile to brush aside his fears.

"Would you like to come up for some tea before you go? It might help." He kept his tone neutral, trying not to imply anything or make her feel guilty if she decided to turn him down.

"Ok" she agreed. Henry nodded and they made their way to the apartment upstairs.

They sat in the kitchen, the scene much different from the last time they sat their together. Henry had poured them each a cup of tea and sat on the corner while Jo took Abe's usual spot at the head of the table. They didn't speak for almost half an hour, they simply sat and sipped tea.

"Thank you for helping tonight." Henry said finally breaking the silence. "I'm sure it mustn't have been easy."

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you?" She countered. "I mean all I did was drive and pick up a bag of clothes you," She started to feel the emotions she had been carefully concealing push upwards. "You died."

"I know,"

"You died, after saving me." She said.

"And I would again." He stated plainly. She looked at him.

"It must have hurt."

"I've had worse." He said trying to downplay things.

"I'm sorry." She apologized. "I'm sorry you went through that because of me."

" I would rather it be because of you than with you." Henry decided it was time to lay a few of his cards on the table. "I will always put your life ahead of mine Jo. Not just because I come back and you don't, but because I still," He paused not wanting to state his feelings too strongly. "I still care for you greatly and always will." Jo blinked away tears as she looked at him. She stood up suddenly and Henry followed. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Abe says I get overly sentimental after I-" Jo silenced his protestations with a strong, passionate kiss.

Once Henry's brain processed exactly what was happening, he put all the emotions he had been holding on to in the months since their separation into kissing her. He ran his fingers up the back of her neck into her hair and felt her wrap her arms around his waist. When he felt her hands move to the front and begin to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt he began to walk backwards towards his room, trying his best not to break contact with his beautiful detective.

When Jo woke early the next morning in the distantly familiar bed, she felt the distinct pang in her stomach that told her she had made a mistake.