Hello again! I'm so so sorry for taking so long this time. I've been busy and procrastinating when I haven't been. Whoops. But hopefully this longer chapter will make up for that. Hopefully. Again, thank you all for all the reviews and everything. You're all great. And to the wonderful guest 'Jessie'. Thank you so much! I will definitely be trying those websites. And just thank you so much. :) Also I'd like to add that I apologize for all the misspellings and everything like that. I try to go over things carefully but sometimes things slip through. I'll try and go back and fix anything that needs fixing the next time I get the chance. (Hopefully this one won't have anything that needs fixing but you never know.) Anyway, enjoy!


Henry woke up with an arm draped across her chest, Jo's of course. The clock on the table beside his bed read 6:36. He looked over at Jo, still asleep. He nudged her lightly. She wrinkled her nose at him, a silent message of 'no, I am not getting up'. "It's six thirty,"he whispered leaning closer to his ear. She quickly kicked out a foot, aiming for his shins. "We have to get up, Jo." He grabbed her hand that was laying over his heart and kissed it before getting out of bed.

"You still have to go home and get clothes. We're already going to be late,"he told her finding his own clothes. She mumbled something into the pillows as she rolled over.

Henry leaned down beside the bed fully dressed now. "I don't know where your clothes from last night went though so that could be a problem."

She sighed opening her eyes. "My pants are in your living room with my bra. I don't know what you did with my shirt and underwear seeing as to how you were the one that took those off," she blushed deeply as she said this.

Henry blushed too. "Uh,"he rubbed the back of his neck looking around. "Ah, here." He tossed her shirt and underwear to her, both articles of clothing had been on the floor. "I'm going to go..."he trailed off.

"Take a shower?"Jo supplied as she started pulling her clothes back on. She blushed again when she saw Henry watching her. She cleared her throat, snapping him out of his revere.

"Oh, yes. I'm going to take a shower. Um,"he frowned. "Do you want me to go get your clothes out of the living room or..."he trailed off again.

"I'll go get them,"she told him. He nodded before awkwardly leaving.


Jo wanted to laugh as she quickly put her jeans back on in the living room, thankfully Abe hadn't been in there. She couldn't say she had had ever pictured this happening. But then she had never imagined that she'd be immortal either. Or that she'd find out Henry was immortal too. Lately, she had been in a lot of situations that she had never imagined, this was the least of her worries. She didn't regret it though, not one bit. Although she couldn't speak for Henry, he didn't seem to regretful either.

And speaking of her worries she had forgotten to ask Henry about Adam last night. All the talk about Henry's past had distracted her. She had been meaning to ask him for a while. For now though, she needed a shower. They could talk about Adam later.


Henry jumped when Jo stepped into the shower. "Hi,"she said shuffling around him into the stream of water.

"Hi,"was all he said in return.

Jo smiled at Henry looking at her. He was just standing there watching her now. His eyes, going up and down her body, not really settling anywhere. She would have been blushing if the water wasn't so hot. She put her arms on his shoulders and kissed him. "I appreciate the fact that you like me so much that you can just stand there and look at me but its getting a little weird." She joked. He wound his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him. She looked up at him.

"Gonna let me go?"

"Nope,"he answered kissing her again. His hands had started roaming up and down her body. Her own hands had ended up in his hair. She sighed, they couldn't. She was already late again, they didn't exactly have time for this.

"We have to go to work,"she reminded him, breaking their kiss. He sighed, his hands still running up and down her back. "And, as you pointed out, I have to go home and get more clothes."

He stared at her a minute before kissing her again. "Fine,"he told her stepping away. "I'll be downstairs,"he added stepping out of the shower, leaving her alone in the water.


Abe regarded Henry curiously as he ate a piece of toast off Abe's plate. His father had several hickeys, at least that he could see. Jo, of course, must have been the cause of them. Abe had already noticed the few pieces of clothing strewn about and the absence of either of the couple asleep in the living room where he had last seen them. "What?"Henry asked him.

He shook his head, he wasn't getting into this. "What is it?"Henry repeated.

He held up his hands. "It's nothing." Which it really wasn't. Henry, it seemed, had finally moved on; whether he realized it or not. He knew Henry would always love Abigail but Abe had always held the small hope that Henry would move on. He had needed to move on, Abe wasn't going to stop him.

Abe still missed his mother at times but he had accepted the way thing were. She wasn't coming back. He had moved on and was happy Henry could finally do so too.

"No, it's not." Henry insisted; and he called Abe stubborn.

"I was just noticing those lovely hickeys you have on your neck,"Abe finally told him, knowing his father would keep pestering Abe until he got it out of him. He smiled at his father's blushing. "Like I said, nothing."

"What's nothing?"The Detective asked walking into the kitchen. She, Abe couldn't help but notice, was completely absent of hickeys. Or at least there were none that he could see.

"Nothing we need to continue having a conversation about,"Henry told her quickly, giving Abe a look.

"Speaking of conversations that need to be continued,"she said looking toward Henry now. "We need to continue our conversation last night. There are still some things I'm in the dark about here."

"Okay. We could talk about it over lunch?"Henry suggested.

She nodded before leaning down to kiss Henry. "I'll see you at the morgue later then. Abe," she gave a small smile in his direction, "is it possible for you to give me another ride? My car is still at the station." She looked at him apoplectically.

He nodded. "Sure, just let me grab my keys and we can go. Oh, and Henry,"He looked toward his father. "You be sure to remember a scarf today." He laughed as Henry put a hand to his neck, barely covering one of the marks. Jo gave them both a confused look but didn't push it.


Henry couldn't help the smile that creeped up onto his face when he saw Jo walking through the morgue. She sighed when she reached him though. His smile dropped. "There's a body isn't there,"he looked down at the cadaver he currently had his hands in. He had already determined the cause of death to be a heart attack, all that need to be done now was sewing the man's chest back up. He could get Lucas to close up though.

She nodded sadly. "We're gonna have to reschedule that lunch."

"Know anything about the body?"he asked her taking off his bloody gloves.

"No, all I know is the body is in some warehouse on the other side of town." She perked up a bit. "But I do have my car back, so now Abe doesn't have to drive me to work."

Henry rolled his eyes. Abe didn't really mind anyway, he knew. "That's good,"he had to agree though. It certainly wasn't a bad thing.


Jo almost collapsed walking up to the crime scene, which was a first for her. Henry caught her by the arm, keeping her upright. She leaned on him. "What wrong?" He asked very concerned.

There it was, the knife that had killed her, sitting in the victim's chest. Her hand went to her throat again, feeling for wounds that weren't there. Henry asked his question again but she barely heard him. She couldn't answer him anyway, she had started gasping when she realized she had been holding her breath. Henry ushered her further away from the crime scene, away from everybody. He put a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong, Jo?" His face was full of concern.

She took a deep breath, not meeting his eyes. "The knife,"she said. She was on the brink of tears. This was ridiculous, she thought. She had never passed out, throw up, or cried at a crime scene; something she was oddly proud of. "The knife, it's the one that," she took another deep breath. Henry looked at her intently. "It's the one that killed me."

He blinked at her then looked back at the body. "Are you sure?"he looked back at her.

"I'd need to see it up close to be one hundred percent sure, but I'm fairly sure now." Hard to forget something like that. She hadn't seen his face but she had seen that knife, she knew what it looked like. If she could see the blade though, that would be best. She looked at the body over Henry's shoulder; he had conveniently blocked most of her view with his body. She couldn't see much from here, could barely see the knife since Hanson was standing in the way.

He nodded. "Why don't you go sit in the car?"he suggested. "I'll tell them you had a family emergency and you needed to go call your sister." When he saw her face he raised an eyebrow. "You almost collapsed and I think they would ask a few question if you suddenly started crying." He pointed out. Jo sighed. As much as she hated it, he was right. They'd ask questions if she started acting weird, questions she couldn't answer.

"Fine,"she surrendered.

He nodded, "Good." She rolled her eyes walking off. She kept her eyes on the ground as she walked past the body again though.


She played Solitaire on her phone while she waited for Henry to return. She had been growing more and more impatient as the minutes ticked by. Solitaire couldn't her attention for more than about ten seconds until her thoughts returned to the body in there. That knife was what kept sticking out in her mind, she knew there was more to it though. It's couldn't be a coincidence could it? That the knife used to slit her throat was the same knife used to murder this man? Couldn't be could it? Was it Adam again or did he chuck it and someone else found it? But then why would he have chucked it? There's was no reason to get rid of a murder weapon if the body disappears and comes back to life.


Henry sighed getting into the car with Jo. "Well?"she immediately prompted him.

"He died of a stab wound around midnight last night. The knife will be collected as evidence and you can see it later. With crime scene photos,"he added. There hadn't been much else, it had been very clean. He had looked at the knife too, at least what he could see that wasn't in the body. It hadn't looked the least bit familiar to him, which didn't mean a lot. Jo would have to look at it later. But, whether or not Adam had done it was something yet to be seen.

She nodded. "Okay. Now would probably be a good time to give a quick rundown on Adam."She looked over at him worriedly.

"He's been stalking me. He calls me sometimes and talks to me. He says he's the same as you and I, that he's immortal. He says he much older too. He went after you because I had been getting so close to you,"he didn't look at her as he said this. It was his fault. It was completely his fault this had happened to her. He continued though, "I don't know what happened here though. I've no idea if this person was important or if it was even Adam who did it. There's more to this but that's the gist of it,"he finished.

She nodded again. "Okay. Okay, were just gonna have to tread lightly here. See where this goes." She paused. "Do you know what he looks like?"she asked him.

"No, we've never met face to face,"he answered. "Do you?"

"No, when he attacked me he had something over his face." Henry nodded. Of course he did. He seemed very reluctant to show his face to Henry, why exclude Jo.


Henry put a hand on her cheek when Jo stopped to let him out at the morgue. He looked at her sadly. "Call if you need me,"he told her.

"Okay,"she agreed. He kissed her lightly before getting out.