Here's an extra long episode. I wanted to wait until the season was over to decide how to proceed with the story. Even though the show has been canceled, I will be continuing with this story now with a little extra artistic interpretation of Adam's character and history. I hope you all continue to enjoy as I am really enjoying writing this story.


It took a two hours, but they finally found the spot of the attack. There wasn't much for the detectives to find, just a bloody sword, some hair and a pool of engine oil. Henry couldn't help twiddling his pocket watch nervously while the crime scene was investigated. There was evidence of a murder here- not an attack. How was he going to explain this? Whoever murdered Eve didn't consider cleaning up after themselves. Either they hadn't planned on killing her- which seemed unlikely considering the weapon of choice- or they weren't afraid of being caught. Adam? Henry wondered. Was he trying to prove he had found another immortal? Maybe he was simply testing his theory about how to kill an immortal. What if he tries again?

"Alright Henry," Jo startled him from his thoughts, "Eve definitely brought us to the scene of the crime." She calmly walked to his side with her hands stuffed in her coat pockets. She turned on her heel to survey the scene with him. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "Let me guess." She pursed her lips in an adorable fashion while she thought. "So Eve is coming down the alley, on her way somewhere when she catches a man stabbing another with the sword."

"A mortuary-sword actually. From the English Civil War, if I'm not mistaken." Henry interjected. Jo gaped for a moment before shooting him a glare. He raised his hands in surrender and she continued.

"Like I said, she catches a man stabbing someone with an antique 'mortuary-sword'. The assailant, realizes this and knocks her out with the butt of the sword." She crouches down, her eyes glued to the asphalt as if trying to read its cracks. Henry waited quietly, she was covering up the truth well enough on her own. "I think her presence startled him. He panicked and tried to clean the scene, but wound up leaving behind key pieces of evidence." She returned to standing next to him.

"Quite right, Jo." Jo looked at him in shock, "Only-" She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms with a smirk. Henry knew if he just agreed to everything she said she would have known he was lying. "I believe the sword was left as a message." Henry motioned her to follow him as he went to examine the blade more closely.

It was a stunning piece of antiquity that someone had been taking very good care of. Henry pulled out a blue glove and pulled it on with a snap before lifting the handle delicately leaving the point to rest lightly on the ground. "If you look at the iron hilt here," He gestured to the decorative hand guard, "There is impeccable detail. Someone has been taking very good care of this piece of history." Jo stared with awe which Henry couldn't help but smirk at. "This sword would have been owned by a prominent English family during the mid 1600's." He swiveled on his toes to look at Jo, "This would have likely been passed down for generations. Our killer is likely the descendant of a great English family- no doubt righting an ancient crime against his family."

"Well...I'll just add anyone of English descent to our list of suspects." Jo sighed, disappointed with Henry's divulged deductions.

"Or we can just look for the owner of the car that left the oil." Called Detective Hanson. "CSI thinks they can narrow our suspects down to a hand full. Turns out, the assailant left oil and tire tracks." He gave a smug smile, "We'll catch this guy in no time."

"Shall we?" Henry motioned for them to head back to the station.

He wasn't certain how to proceed with their news. What if the evidence leads them back to Adam? What if it was someone else who killed her? What if they tried again? What if the police got to him and he confessed to murdering a woman who was still alive? A knot began to form in Henry's stomach. He needed to stay calm. There was no way to plan for what was to come, he would simply need to stay on his toes and take everything as it came.


Eve called Jo and joyfully gave her the new clue to her identity. Unfortunately, while there had been many calls about her, none of the callers had any proof that they actually knew her. Henry wasn't about to hand her off to any stranger claiming to know her, and that knowledge comforted Eve even if she was still without an identity.

An afternoon spent flipping through magazines, revealed very little other than Eve was well educated and had likely seen much of the world. Every article she read and picture she saw brought a sense of knowing. Nothing sounded new or fresh. When she and Abe stopped for lunch she couldn't help venting her frustrations.

"I mean, how is it, I've travelled the world, but I'm only in my mid 20's?" She took a big bite out of her turkey sandwich. She gulped her bite down before continuing, "I must have been a book worm, right?" She looked at Abe who only raised his eyes. "That makes sense! Maybe I was a history student? Or maybe sociology?" She stuffed more of her sandwich in her mouth and Abe took the opportunity to get a word in.

"Maybe I over-loaded you? How about we take a break from this and get you some new clothes?" He realized that he had opened a can of worms with the magazines and he needed to distract her until Henry got home. Abe had no idea how to explain to this young woman that everything was recognizable because she was immortal. "There's a few shops nearby, you can find some clothes while I look for antiques!"

Eve looked at herself, she was still in glorified pajamas that were a size too big for her. Some appropriate clothes would definitely make her more comfortable, but she didn't want to inconvenience Abe. "I don't want to be a bother, you've already been so accommodating."

"Nonsense! It's not like we're going to Burberry, just to a few second-hand shops." He finished his sandwich before continuing, "Like I said, I can look for antiques while you find something nicer to wear." He picked up their plates and began to clean them. He wasn't waiting for her to agree to join him. She was a young lady and deserved to wear clothes that fit- and that were made for a woman.

Eve recognized that he had made up his mind about the afternoon. She couldn't help but smile at his back, "If you insist."

"I do! Now lets find you some shoes and we'll head off." He went off and grabbed a pair of Henry's old shoes.

Eve looked at herself, then to Abe. "I look like a clown." She said with a pout. Abe and Henry were always well dressed, and Eve had spent the past two days looking like a child running around in her father's clothing.

"Come on, we'll find you something better." He replied wrapping his arm around her giving her a hug, before escorting her out of the shop. They spent the next three hours walking around lower Manhattan, stopping in whatever secondhand shop peaked Abe's fancy. They were in the fourth shop before she found clothes she could wear.

Eve was beginning to get discouraged, walking around Manhattan dressed as she was invited a lot of attention from the people they passed- and it wasn't good attention. She felt she could finally breathe when she stepped out of the store in skinny jeans, an old band t-shirt with a celtic knot on it, a leather motorcycle coat and some combat boots.

"Ready to kick some ass." She announced as she put aviator sunglasses on. Abe stepped out behind her and handed her the bag with the rest of her clothes. While the outfit she had on made her feel like a bad ass, the rest of her clothing was a little more appropriate for the sophisticated lady she felt she was.

The rest of their excursion was spent with Abe teaching her about the antiques trade. Eve listened attentively and drank in all he had to say. It wasn't long before she began making her own observations about some of the pieces they came across. He could tell she didn't know how she knew what she did about the items, and that it was beginning to frustrate her.

The day had been long for them both, he was sure. He decided it was time for them to return to his own antiques shop. They were both tired and hungry and were making quick progress on their journey home when Eve stopped in her tracks. At first Abe didn't even notice and kept walking.

"Abe, I need to go in this store." She said suddenly. He looked back at her. She was staring intensely at an old Victorian gown in the window of a tailoring shop. Before he could say anything she was in the shop.

"Hello, welcome to Mabel's!" Called the middle aged woman behind the counter. The store was tiny, little more than a counter and five mannequins dressed in antique garments. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She looked expectantly at the redhead and her grey haired companion that had followed her in.

"Where did you get that dress?" Eve demanded gesturing at the mannequin in the window. Abe could hear the anger in her voice, but didn't know what to make of the situation unfolding behind him.

"Oh, isn't it lovely!" The woman smiled, oblivious to the ire in Eve's voice. She walked over to the dress. "It's a fine cotton and velvet day dress, circa 1850." The woman stroked the delicate plum and cream fabric.

"It's actually circa, 1890. And I asked where you got it." Eve grumbled, her green eyes blazing with a fury. The shop woman finally caught on to her customer's irritation, she backed away from the dress and returned to the counter in a rush.

"Um…" She muttered to herself as she rifled through a drawer, "A gentleman dropped that complete outfit off here not long ago. Ah ha!" She called as she grasped whatever she was searching for. Her smile faded as she read the paper, "Oh, he didn't leave his name."

"That's my dress! How did you get my dress?!" Eve slammed her hands on the counter startling the older woman. Abe quickly pulled her away from the counter, and began apologizing for his young friends behavior.

"I'm so sorry, Miss!" He turned to Eve, "Are you ok?"

"She stole my dress!" Eve cried tears welling in her green eyes.

"I did no such thing!" The shopkeeper replied in a shrill shriek. "Some guy just dropped it off with us and told us to put it in the window!"

Eve gave a growl of frustration, "That's my dress!"

Abe who had inserted himself between the two incensed women, and did his best to placate them. "Ladies, come on, I'm sure we can come to an agreement!" The women glared at him. "How much did you pay the man for the dress?" There was a moment of silence as the women stared each other down.

"Nothing." The shopkeeper finally admitted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"See I told you!"

"I did not steal it!" She looked at Abe explaining, "Some guy came in in a tan trenchcoat and told me he would let the shop buy the outfit off of him if we promised to display it in the window! I offered to pay him, but when I returned from the back of the shop he was gone."

"Alright, so if you never paid for the dress you won't lose any money if I buy it from you, right?" Abe tempted her by pulling out his wallet.

"Abe!" Eve gasped, furious that he would pay a thief for her property. Abe silenced her with a look.

"How much?"

"Well, it's not just a dress, but a petticoat, corset, and chemise." She announced. Abe knew that she was going to do her best to get the most money she could- stolen property or not. "$500 for the lot." She decided placing her hands on her hips.

"$200." He bartered.

"Abe!"

"$450."

"For stolen property? Ha! $275." He countered with a grin.

"Abe!" This was infuriating to Eve. She owned that dress, he shouldn't have to pay for it.

"$350, final offer."

"Make it $300, and we won't press charges." The woman bit her tongue, but agreed with a handshake.

It took about twenty minutes for the shopkeeper to get the dress and all its accessories off the mannequin and into a box. She was only to happy to push them out the door with the box. The second the door clicked shut they could hear the lock being latched.

"Abe you shouldn't have-" Eve started, but was interrupted with a hand as Abe flagged down a taxi.

"You were certain it was yours, right?" He asked, looking back to see her nod as a taxi pulled up in front of them. "Then it was worth every penny. You can pay me back by helping out in the shop. You certainly know what you're doing there." She smiled at him. Abe was very talented at making everything seem like it was alright, even when everything seemed uncertain.

Eve stared out the window as the taxi drove them to the apartment. The sun was beginning to set and traffic was beginning to pick up. The car paused for a moment and she watched a woman walk by in a tan trenchcoat. She reminded Eve of something the woman in the sore had said earlier.

"Some guy came in in a tan trenchcoat and told me he would let the shop buy the outfit off of him if we promised to display it in the window!"

"Abe?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I know who gave the dress to the shop." She said quietly. Abe's eyes flicked to her, "I mean, I think I do." She looked down at her hands, hiding from his gaze. "I think it was the same person I saw yesterday through the window." He eyed her consideringly. "He was wearing a long tan coat."

"Hmm." Abe replied trying to hide his anxiety. He remembered a man in a tan coat that stopped in his shop with a message for Henry once.

Eve looked back out the window, "He was there this morning." She admitted. Abe was grateful she was looking the other way so she couldn't see the concern on his face. He needed to call Henry.