Finally, we're getting around to talking about this. Thanks for the reviews! And to the 'guest' Mixi . Yes, I know Google translate is horrible. But it was late and I was determined that I was gonna finish that chapter so I was like this is just gonna have to do for now. Haha, you don't happen to know any websites that do any better do you? (In fact, does anybody happen to know of a good site for that? Cause that would be extremely helpful.) Thanks again.

Jo returned to him with tears in her eyes. He looked at her sadly as she sat down in the armchair beside him. They needed to have a talk. He had been dreading this. It seemed like an almost unspoken rule between he and Abe now, don't talk about the past. Now he had to. Jo needed to know these thing and it was wrong to keep them from her anyway. He sighed. "Abe, could you leave us for a little while,"he looked around at his son who had returned to his book. He sighed lowering his book but got up anyway. Henry felt himself cringe when Abraham groaned as he stood up. He hated it, watching his son age. He had had to stand by for years and years and watch his mortal son grow old. Abe left as silently as he could.

Henry turned to Jo who was staring blankly at a wall, one rubbing her throat where there should have been a long bloody line. He sighed again. "Jo,"he spoke softly. She looked up at him quickly. "We need to talk."

"Yeah,we do"she agreed. "Why don't you start?"

He thought for a second. Where to start exactly? The first time he died? Abigail? Adam? The first time he died seemed the best place. "The first time I died I was shot." He tapped his chest where his scar was. "Around two hundred years ago", he smiled when her mouth popped opened," I was on a ship going to America. There were slaves that I had been unaware of until they asked me to see one particular man they thought was sick. They had wanted to kill him and I wouldn't let them. When the Captain pulled out his gun I stood in front of the man, if he was going to kill the other man he had to kill me first." He laughed sadly, "And he did. He shot me and the next thing I know I'm waking up in the ocean."

He looked at Jo, she had been completely silent the entire time. "What saved you?"she asked.

He shrugged. He had been wondering the same thing for two hundred years now. "I don't know. I've no idea what happened that night. Having the faintest idea of what could to have caused this to happen."

"Okay." She pressed her lips together, waiting for him to continue.

"I don't think I mentioned that I was married then, did I?"

"Abigail?"

Henry shook his head. "No, Abigail was my second wife. When I finally returned to my first wife and had told her what had happened she threw me in the asylum." He saw Jo wince. Henry sighed again, remembering. Best not go down that road, he thought as he continued with the story. "I'm not so sure I blame her that much anymore." He shrugged. It was reasonable, what she did. He would have sounded crazy no matter who had had spoken to. She did what she thought was right.

"Skipping ahead quite a bit to World War Two I met Abigail and Abraham." He smiled fondly. "Abigail had been a nurse and had found a baby, we adopted him in a way. Eventually, I had to tell Abigail about my secret. I died in front of her actually, naturally she didn't take it well at first but it was easier to convince her since she saw me die and disappear."

He took a deep breath. "For a while things were fine. Things were absolutely fine, she, Abe, and I had come back to America and we had lived together like a family."

"And then?"Jo spoke quietly, laying a hand on his leg.

"And then, one day she left. She just disappeared. She packed her things, she didn't leave a note, and she left." He had begun speaking very quickly. "I still don't know why exactly. Abe thinks it's because she didn't want to put me through having to see her get old and die. I'm not so sure." He looked up at her sadly. "And now, here I am. With you and Abe despite my many many deaths."

Jo nodded, taking it all in. It was just so much all at once. She could tell Henry was trying to get through his past as quickly as he could and she let him. She hated that look he had when he began talking about it, like someone was torturing him.

"How many times have you died?"she asked.

He shrugged. "I don't have an exact number. Just a lot."

"Do you know how it works? The coming back to life thing?"

He threw up his hands. "All I know is I die, my body disappears, and I reawaken in water."

"So you don't know how this happened, what caused it, or how it works?" Henry nodded. "You're a medical examiner,"she said. He raised his eyebrows. "Do you do to see how people die?"

"I've been studying death for a long time, Jo. But I do it to help people too."

"Studying death,"she echoed. What did that mean exactly? Studying death? It made him sound like he killed people.

He sighed. "I've been trying to figure out a way to die,"he confessed. She didn't say anything. She didn't know what to make of that. On the one hand, she hated the idea of a Henry actively seeking out death. But on the other hand, she could see why. He had lived a long gruesome life and was tired. But she still couldn't shake off the fear she felt at the thought of Henry dying. She knew now that he couldn't but that didn't stop her from worrying. "Please say something,"he said.

"I need something to drink." She didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"I can't believe I'm dating a guy with a sixty year old son." Jo's laugh sounding hollow as she took another drink of her wine. "To be fair though, he is the oldest guy I've ever dated. The oldest guy I've ever met actually." She was laying on the floor now. Henry had already went to sleep on the couch, Abe had rejoined them when they decided they both needed to drink away their sorrows. Abe had refused to drink though, said he'd just make sure they were okay. Now he was just sitting and listening to her talk.

"You know I really like Henry."She paused. "No, I love Henry. I don't just like him. I love him,"she repeated. She smiled looking at Henry sprawled out across the couch.

"I'm glad,"he told her honesty. Abe stood up. It was late. "Goodnight detective, feel free to go get in Henry's bed if you want." He told her as he began making his way to his own bedroom.

"Alright,"she mumbled looking at Henry on the couch again.

"You're not wearing pants,"Henry mumbled. Jo had straddled his waist and was laying on him. His hands had naturally settled on her waist, his fingers grazing her panties.

"I couldn't sleep in jeans,"she told him.

"And on top of me was the best place to sleep?"he pondered. His hands running under the back of her shirt and laying flat against her back. "You're not wearing a bra either,"he commented quietly.

She shrugged. "I was kinda curious." She kissed him, her mouth tasting like wine.

"As to what?"he asked, his lips trailing down her neck.

"As to what you'd do in this situation." Her fingers lazily toying with the buttons on his shirt.

"And?"He leaned back, his hands going back to her hips.

She smiled. "And I have been pleasantly surprised, I wasn't even sure if you'd wake up. You drank a lot, so I figured you'd be out the rest of the night." She had completely unbuttoned his shirt now.

"Somehow, I get the feeling your goal here is not sleep,"he said as she started trac

ing the scar on his chest.

The side of her mouth quirked up. "Maybe,"she said.

"This couch is rather small,"he said casually.

"Are you implying that we should move?"

"Maybe,"he echoed her earlier answer. "It's your decision I suppose."

"Alright,"she stood up pulling him with her by the hand.