Author's Note: About the first five paragraphs of chapter 20, I'm glad that you've enjoyed them! (Now, to get Henry and Jo to do it for real!)

There are references to "Skinny Dipper" and "Diamonds Are Forever".

Chapter 21

The elevator doors opened, and Jo stepped out of the car. It had been a few hours since Henry and Lucas had begun to autopsy Titus's body, and she was curious as to what they had found. In addition, she wanted to spend the hour-long lunch break that Lt. Reece had given her to see how Henry was doing.

At least, that was what she had told Lieu before she had left the floor. Honestly, she wanted to see if there was anything that she could do to help Henry. Their new case had forced him to work on his day off, and she wanted to be there if he needed something.

She had to admit that she had been thinking about him during every free moment that she had yesterday. She made a mental list of his interests and preferences, and she wondered if he would like for her to join him in some of his favorite activities. When she passed by an antiques store on the way home from work, she stopped the car, looked in the window, and wondered if he or his family had owned any of the pieces in the store. After starting a re-watch of Pride and Prejudice, she began to daydream about him, and before she had known it, she fell asleep on the sofa. When Mike called her this morning and said that they had a body, she had quickly become annoyed with her other partner as he had interrupted a dream about her and Henry having a romantic dinner on the shop's rooftop terrace.

She heard footsteps coming toward her, abruptly snapping her out of her thoughts. Searching for the sound's source, she looked over and saw Lucas strolling toward her. His burritos and his latest issue of Soul Slasher told her that he was about to begin his lunch break.

"Hey, Lucas."

"Hey!" He smiled at her. "Henry gave me an hour-long lunch break today because we had to come in on our day off and because of my recent workload."

"That's great."

She studied the young assistant as he stopped in front of her. Given Henry's panic attack at the scene, she wasn't sure if he wanted to discuss the autopsy results yet. "What have you found?"

"Actually, nothing. From what we can tell, Titus was in great shape. We have to wait for the toxicology results and the lab work to see if there's anything that could had contributed to his death."

He took a deep breath. "Henry was pretty spaced out when I left him. He seems to be upset about something."

She placed a hand on Lucas' shoulder and braced herself for Henry's thoughts. "Thanks."

She left him, and, soon, she entered Henry's office. His eyes focused on something on the wall, and he was on the verge of tears.

All of her thoughts about the case and of her lunch break vanished. She pulled out a chair and sat down in it. "Henry?"

At the sound of his name, he turned to her. He remained silent as he waited for her next words.

"What's wrong?"

He sighed and blinked back his tears before looking down at the table. "For a moment this morning, I thought that it was Abe."

Her heart broke, and she could feel the tears beginning to form in her eyes. She waited for him to continue.

He swallowed. "Abe's been like family to me." His voice was soft and cracking from the morning's emotional strain. "I can't even begin to imagine what I have put him through over the past week and a half. If I had caused something to happen to him because of my amnesia…"

She could hear his unspoken "I would never forgive myself." It sounded as though his father's heart might had survived the cause of his memory issues. She wondered what else had remained in his memory.

The sob rising in his throat broke through her thoughts. She reached over and took both of his hands in hers. He glanced down at them and back up at her. The second their eyes met, he began to relax. She was content to sit there and to hold his hands for as long as he wanted.

He began to shift his weight in his chair.

"You're still worried about him."

He inhaled and nodded.

She removed her hands from his and reached into her pants pocket. She slipped her phone out of it, quickly found Abe's cell phone number, and dialed it before handing the phone to Henry.

His eyes widened as he took the phone from her hands. A second later, he asked Abe to wait a minute as he tried to figure out how to hold it against his ear. In the meantime, she could hear Abe's chuckle on the other end. After a couple of tries, Henry finally succeeded.

"Yes... No, nothing has happened. It's just…" He sighed and glanced at her. "There had been a fatal accident earlier this morning, and I thought that you were involved in it. I wanted to be sure that you were okay." He listened for a minute. She could see a grin form on his face and hear a slight chuckle in his voice. "That sounds delicious. I'll see you tonight. Enjoy yourself in the meantime…. Okay…. Goodbye."

He handed the phone back to Jo. She ended the call and placed the cell phone back into her pocket.

"Thank you. I needed that."

His much calmer voice prompted her to look up at him. She could see a light in his eyes and a smile on his face. She gazed into his eyes and immediately found herself feeling as though there was nothing else in the world but the two of them.

She heard his chair pull out, and she looked at him. He had risen from his seat. "Would you like some coffee? I believe that we have time for some before Mr. Wahl returns from his lunch break."

Coffee with Henry. That sounds good. She barely felt herself rise from her seat and push the chair back to the desk. "I'd love some."

She watched him join her side. It took her a second to notice that he still wore his lab coat. They must be heading to the OCME's break room.

He looked at her face. "We can talk about anything that you want, even what you had wanted to discuss during this morning's breakfast."

All topics of conversation fled her mind. As far as she was concerned, they could spend the entire time in silence and just enjoy being together.

Breakfast. The breakfast sandwich wasn't his usual type of food. Yet, to her pleasant surprise, he joyfully ate it. "How was your sandwich this morning?"

"It was delicious. I never imagined that eggs, ham, green bell peppers, and Provolone cheese would taste delectable on a croissant."

"The sandwich shop's use of them is one reason why I like to get breakfast from there sometimes." She looked at him. If she wanted to spoil him, she needed to bring him one more often.

As they wove their way through the hallways in a very comfortable silence, she smiled as she occasionally stole a few glances at him. Being able to spend her lunch break with Henry was so…romantic.

Suddenly, Jo felt something solid across her waist. The unexpected pressure caused her to notice her surroundings. She glanced down and saw Henry's arm in the area where she had felt the sensation. She looked up to see the reason behind his action.

Almost immediately, she found it. One of the attendants had stepped in front of Henry and was currently blocking their path with a gurney. "The CME wants you to look at another one of Dr. Washington's corpses. When do you want to start?"

As he lowered his arm, Henry looked at her and then back at the man. "My assistant and I will start after we finish our lunch breaks. In the meantime, you can place the body in a cooler."

The attendant moved aside. He took one step before stopping. "Dr. Morgan, no offense, but you don't take lunch breaks."

"I've decided to have one for a change."

The attendant's eyes darted to Jo. A look of comprehension came on his face, and he smiled as he looked back to Henry. "Uh huh. Enjoy yourselves." He then leaned forward and pushed the gurney toward the coolers.

The attendant's comment about Henry's lunch breaks jolted Jo back to reality. Henry's amnesia had created a difference between the man whom everyone knew almost two weeks ago and the man whom they worked with today. With each passing day, his memory loss was becoming more obvious to others. Soon, it could attract the attention of his boss; after that, who knows what would happen.

Henry looked her in the eye. She felt herself completely relaxing as he held her gaze.

"Shall we?"

She sensed something near her side. Reluctant to pull herself away from their shared look, she peered down. He had crooked his arm and inserted his hand into his pants pocket. His elbow jutted out—like he was offering her his arm.

Based on her knowledge of Pride and Prejudice, men in the 1800s usually offered their arms to escort a woman in public. Her eyes widened in surprise. Henry was using a gesture that had originated in his mortal past. As he didn't remember anything about that part of his life, she wondered if the action had become an instinct over the centuries.

Then again, he didn't offer his arm to just any woman. She had never seen him act this way with any of the women whom he had dated since he and Jo had first met. As far as Jo knew, the last time that he had offered an arm to a woman, Abigail was the lucky recipient.

Which means today…

She inhaled sharply in amazement at the meaning of the gesture. Hoping that she was doing it right, she cautiously linked her arm into his. Once her arm was secured around his, he pressed his elbow to his side, making her feel like he was holding her hand in a way. Astonished by the feeling raising up in her, she tightened her grip on his arm to steady herself.

She looked up at him. He didn't even notice what they had done. He, however, was waiting for her response to his question.

"Yes." She then smiled at him.

As they continued their walk, Jo smile grew wider. He didn't want her to do anything else for him today. Instead, he just wanted to spend time with her. For her, that was all that mattered now.

As Mike stepped out of the elevator, he still couldn't believe what he was doing. It was the first time that this had ever happened. Usually, Henry had managed to keep Jo on time—even when they had been stuck in traffic—ever since they had met. Today, though, Jo still hadn't returned from her lunch break, and Lt. Reece had sent Mike to the morgue to look for her.

He walked to Henry's office and looked in there first. He wrinkled his eyebrows in surprise; neither of them were there. In fact, even the autopsy room outside of Henry's office and the cooler were empty.

He then headed down the hallway. Suddenly, he spotted a woman whose back was turned toward him. Thinking that it was Jo, he quickened his pace. As he neared the woman, he realized that her hair was in a bun. He kicked himself; Jo's hair was down this morning.

He then caught the top of Lucas' head. Mike quickly moved toward the wall, eased past the pair, and hoped that Lucas didn't see him.

He remembered why he wanted to avoid the assistant ME. When Jo and Henry had arrived at the scene, the two of them reminded Mike of himself and Karen when they were first dating. For the most part, he was thrilled that Henry and Jo were together. Before they met, they both had been quite lonely and had been determined to end the pain associated with losing Sean and Abigail. Meeting each other had brought both of them out of their loneliness and had let them enjoy life again. Mike was sure that they had found someone else to share life with—each other.

On the other hand, he was surprised by the timing of their relationship. Mike wondered if Henry's recent hospitalization had prompted their behavior. He decided against it. Their feelings for each other had been building over the years, and, sooner or later, the romance was going to happen. Today, it looked as though they had finally admitted their feelings to themselves and to each other.

In any case, Mike regretted making a bet with Lucas about Henry and Jo's relationship while the men were cleaning up the mess that they've made during their re-enactment yesterday. Lucas would be gloating about being right about this for an entire week—at least.

Mike sighed. Maybe he should pay Lucas the twenty dollars and the drink at McSorley's that he owed him tonight. The sooner that he got this over with, the better.

His mission returned to his mind. If he didn't find Jo soon, Lt. Reece's glare would kill him before he could leave her office later today.

He continued down the hall, checking each autopsy room as he walked. He soon noticed an attendant in the hallway.

"Hey!"

The attendant snapped his head toward the detective.

"Did you see my partner come through here? She's almost my height, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. She's probably with Hen—Dr. Morgan."

"Yeah. They went to the break room."

"Thanks." Mike threw up his hand in appreciation and jogged toward the room.

When he arrived, his mouth opened at the sight. Henry and Jo sat at the table with two cups of coffee in front of them. Resting her chin on one hand, Jo absently fingered the rim of her cup with the other while Henry left his cup untouched. Neither of them could take their eyes off of the other.

Mike closed his mouth and cleared his throat.

They broke their gaze, turned at the same time, and glared at him.

Mike gulped. Henry was using the same angry glare that he usually reserved for Abe and Lucas.

Remembering his mission, Mike focused his attention onto Jo. "Lieu wants to see you."

Puzzled, Jo checked her watch. Her mouth opened, and she almost jumped out of her chair. She looked at Henry as she pushed it back. "I'm sorry. I've got to—."

He got out of his seat and pushed his chair under the table. "I'm sorry. I should have asked you how much time that you had for lunch. I should accompany you upstairs and apologize to Lt. Reece for keeping you so long."

Mike thought back to the early days of his and Karen's relationship. He suppressed a chuckle as he remembered the first time that he had made her late for anything.

Henry and Jo made their way to the door. Mike leaned back to let them through. As Jo passed him, she turned her head back and looked at Henry.

Mike began to feel like a chaperone at prom. He caught her eye and stared at her.

Disappointed, she turned toward the hallway. She looked over her shoulder and stole one last glimpse of Henry before trudging down the hallway.

He started to follow her. Mike trotted up to him and joined his side.

"Are you two together?" If so, it's about time.

Henry studied the floor for a moment before turning to the detective. "If you mean that we've fallen in love with each other, I believe that we have. We haven't mentioned anything about it to each other yet. Then again, we haven't had much time alone lately to discuss anything personal in nature."

Mike nodded. Their cases over the past month had kept them busy. He tried to spend as much time with Karen and the boys as possible, but there were some nights earlier in the month when he couldn't. He knew that both Jo and Henry were trying to maintain the same balance between work and their personal lives as well.

At the thought of Karen, Mike grew silent. This was the second death that he had to tell her about in as many days. "Doc, can you help me with something?"

"I will try. What is it?"

Mike didn't want to talk about it right now; he might become uncharacteristically emotional about his situation. "I'll tell you along the way."

Before Henry had the chance to reply, they both heard footsteps. Mike turned to the source, and he suppressed the urge to groan. It was Lucas.

The assistant ME walked up to them. "Hey! I was looking for you. I didn't see you in your office, and I saw—."

Henry stopped, and Mike followed his lead. "Mr. Wahl, you seem quite chipper. May I ask why?"

Mike and Lucas looked at each other, and Lucas' smile faded. It wasn't like Henry to not know why Lucas had a huge grin on his face.

Lucas stood still for a moment before his grin returned. "I have a date with Tori tomorrow night. We're planning to catch this horror movie that we both have been wanting to see. I might even spend Sunday with her since it's our day off. I don't know what we'll do yet. I'll just see how we jive, and, then—."

Henry smiled. "That's great. I hope that you'll enjoy yourselves this weekend."

He paused and bit his lower lip in thought. "I don't want to mention this as it could ruin your good mood, but the CME wants us to autopsy another one of Dr. Washington's corpses. Hanson wants me to assist him with the investigation, so we'll conduct the autopsy later."

Lucas sighed with relief. "Great! That'll give me some time to catch up on my paperwork."

Mike nudged Henry. As they resumed walking, Mike looked back at Lucas. "We're going out to McSorley's tonight for drinks. I owe you one." He quickly turned and left before Lucas had a chance to say anything.

"What was that about?" Henry seemed curious.

"Long story." He didn't need to mention the bet to Henry. The immortal would definitely lecture the both of them on the evils of betting on human lives.

Mike turned to Henry and studied him as they walked to his office. He hadn't heard Henry call him "Hanson" in a year. For years, Henry had addressed him by his last name because he wasn't comfortable enough around him at the time. When Mike had learned of Henry's condition, he finally started calling the detective by his first name. Today, however, it seemed like Henry's mind had been reset to the years before Mike joined Henry's inner circle.

Mike might be new to the entire immortality business, but he was sure that Henry had never acted like this after a death before. Did something happen to him during his latest death or rebirth that no one knew about? If so, then Mike was scared about what it meant for everyone, including Henry.

They reached the office, and Henry changed coats. They wove their way through the halls until they reached the main floor and then the outside of the precinct. As they walked, Henry was unusually quiet, and the expression on his face grew more nervous by the minute.

The second that they stepped outside, Henry froze and turned pale. Wanting to know why he was terrified, Mike followed his gaze. Mike raised an eyebrow. Henry was staring at Bellevue's façade.

He tapped Henry on the shoulder and pointed toward Baruch College. Henry snapped out of his trance and turned toward the school.

As they crossed the street, Henry's reaction returned to Mike's mind. "Did you have a bad experience while you were in the hospital?"

The doctor sighed with relief. "Fortunately, I haven't. Everyone had demonstrated the type of care that one would expect from doctors and nurses." He thought for a moment. "The only bad experience that I had was with the food. Everything was rather unpalatable, and I found myself unable to eat much during my stay."

Mike chuckled as he remembered his own hospitalization years ago. "I don't have your fancy tastes, but I definitely agree with you about the food. It made me miss Karen's home cooking when I was in there."

He looked over and smiled. He was certainly looking more relaxed.

"How can I be of assistance?"

Mike inhaled. "Karen is Titus' thesis advisor." He felt his throat tightening. "I—."

"You want me to accompany you so I could lend some moral support."

That sounded more like Doc. "Yeah. She was shocked when I mentioned Brent Watkins' murder to her last night. I don't know how she'll react to this."

Henry nodded. "Well, I'll see what I can do."

Mike laid a hand on Henry's shoulder. It twitched under the detective's hand for a moment but finally stilled. Mike pushed the forming question aside. "Thanks."

For the remainder of the walk, Henry kept quiet. Once they stepped foot on the sidewalks of Baruch College, Mike watched Henry. He looked around his surroundings—almost like he was seeing everything for the first time.

Mike raised one eyebrow in concern. Henry had visited the college several times over the past few years, and he had learned the way to Karen's office by the end of his first visit. Mike forced the concern out of his mind; he needed to focus on what to say to his wife.

A few minutes later, they entered Karen's office. She sat at her desk, reading something on her computer. Mike stood at the door and admired her beauty.

She looked away from the screen and at him. "Hey, honey. What brings you here?" She looked past him and noticed Henry. She quickly grew solemn as she realized the purpose of their visit. "What's wrong?"

Mike took a deep breath as he and Henry sat down in the chairs in front of her desk. "We found Titus' body earlier this morning."

Her hand flew up to her mouth. "Oh, no." Tears formed in her eyes. "What happened?"

Henry shifted his weight in his chair. "We really don't know yet. We've been unable to find anything wrong with him so far, but we're currently waiting for the toxicology and lab reports. I hope that we will get them back soon." He paused. "I understand that he was one of your students, and I'm sorry for your loss."

Mike looked Karen in the eye. "Has Titus mention any problems in his life to you?"

She sighed as her eyes darted between the two men. "Nothing more than his need to pay off his loans for graduate school. He had been working somewhere for the past few months."

She looked at her husband. "He never said where. I've just assumed that he had found something through the career counselor's office. Anyways, a week and a half ago, we had learned that we've received a grant to explore the history of European shipping companies in the early 1800s and their impact on the ships' ports of origin and destination."

Mike glimpsed at Henry to see if he looked like he was planning to flee the country soon. Surprisingly, though, Doc sat unresponsively in his chair and looked attentively at Karen.

Karen continued, causing Mike to refocus on her. "Titus was so excited about it, and he told me that he was planning to quit his job early next week. His last day would have been next Tuesday."

"Is anyone else working on the dissertation with him?"

"No, it's just the two of us. He's the only student who is interested in his topic."

"Has he mentioned any friends to you?"

"He has mentioned hanging out with Natalie Daly. She's a fellow graduate student who's working with Sandra Cartwright in geography. They met while organizing one of Brent's lectures on Great Britain."

Mike nodded and made a mental note of the names so he could question them before he and Henry left.

Karen's nose started to turn red. Mike rose from his chair and walked around the desk to his now-standing wife. He embraced her while she sobbed into his shoulder.

"I don't know what to do."

"I know." He placed his hand on her head. "We'll catch these creeps." He held her until her tears stopped.

Mike pulled back and studied his wife. Any other investigator would suspect that she killed Titus for the research money. He knew otherwise. Karen's heart went out to all of her research assistants, and she tried everything in her power to ensure that their projects were funded. If anyone had reason to be suspicious of her, it was Henry—and only because she might inadvertently expose his long life in one of her research papers.

Karen's blue eyes attracted Mike's attention, and he instantly found himself entranced by her.

Before he could act, the desk's edge pressing against his waist quickly reminded him of his surroundings. He released her, instinctively smoothed his tie, and walked around the desk.

"I've got to go. Lieu will kill me if I'm not back in a couple of hours." He leaned over the desk, gave Karen one short, chaste kiss, and left her office. He strolled through the halls, intoxicated by their love—just like Henry and Jo today.

At the thought of Henry, Mike quickly sobered. Maybe he shouldn't pay his bet with Lucas yet. Henry seemed to have too many gaps in his memory. Tonight over drinks, Mike and Lucas could compare notes, and they could discuss how to bring up the topic of Henry's memory gaps to Abe and Jo.

To distract himself from the ME's surprising behavior, Mike returned his attention to the case. He listened for Henry's insights into either Karen and Titus' research topic or the two unsolved murders. Instead, Mike was greeted with the chatter of students changing classes.

Puzzled, he looked over to see where Henry was. Unfortunately, he wasn't by his side. Mike stopped and turned around, but Henry wasn't anywhere in sight.

Mike rolled his eyes and groaned. "Great! I've lost Doc!"

Henry was so engrossed in the page which he was reading that he barely heard a giggle. Startled, he snapped the book shut and quickly shelved it. As he turned to the giggle's source, he realized that he was still in Karen's office.

"I'm glad that you're feeling better." Karen smiled.

"Thank you." He wondered how much Hanson had told her about his hospitalization. Likely, it wasn't much.

He studied her for a moment, attempting to see if she looked familiar. He must have met her before, but he didn't recognize her. He began to feel awkward as he didn't know what to discuss with her.

He instantly remembered the reason for his visit. He surveyed the room, and he quickly saw that Hanson had already left to question Natalie and Sandra.

"I'm sorry. I have to leave." He chose his next words carefully to keep her from learning of his amnesia. "It was nice to see you again." He eased around the desk and exited the office.

Once outside, he noticed the halls teeming with students changing classes. He had no idea which way he needed to go. He took a deep breath and looked down the hallways. In one, he thought that he saw Hanson's back in the crowd of students. Hoping that he was right, he started down the passage.

His thoughts returned to the book. He had randomly selected it to give the Hansons some privacy. As he read the chapter that he had opened to, he quickly became interested in the information about London in the late 18th century. At times, the facts nettled something in his memory, but he promptly attributed it to remembering his history lessons from school.

Suddenly, he felt something push against him, and he took a step back. He shook himself out of his thoughts and discovered that he had bumped into someone. A man wearing a coat, gloves, and a peak cap—all in black leather—stood in his path. His eyes seemed to stare right into Henry's soul.

A very cold chill shot down Henry's spine and radiated throughout his body. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and a sudden urge to escape the man.

Henry threw his hands up. "I'm terribly sorry about that. Excuse me." He eased his way around the stranger and quickened his pace.

A few moments later, he heard a familiar voice. "Doc! There you are!"

He looked to the voice and smiled as Hanson appeared in the hallway. "I'm sorry. I was distracted."

Hanson laid a hand on his shoulder. "Come on. Let's finish these interviews before Lieu kills us both."

As they walked, Henry took one last look down the crowded hallway. The man in black leather had vanished as suddenly as he had appeared. Henry had no idea who the frightening stranger was. The only thing that he knew was that he never wanted to see the man again.

For the first time since he was released from the hospital, Henry was glad to return to the shop. He sped through the shop and hurried up the stairs. As he reached the top, he exhaled in relief. His earlier call to Abe had put his mind at ease at the time. When the train had passed the Broadway-Lafayette Street stop, his thoughts had returned to Titus' submerged car and to his concerns for Abe. Now, upon seeing Abe chop some mushrooms for their chicken Marsala tonight, Henry knew that his fear for his roommate's life was unwarranted.

Abe laid down the knife and looked up from his preparation. Henry quickly closed the distance and embraced the older man.

"What is this about?"

Henry felt his cheeks warm, pulled away, and inhaled. "I've been worried about you today."

"Is this because of the accident that you've told me about earlier?"

Henry nodded. "I've spent part of the day thinking that my amnesia could have caused you to—." He heard his voice waver and felt tears welling in his eyes.

Abe swallowed and nodded as tears formed in his own eyes. "It does worry me." He inhaled to steady his emotions and offered a small smile. "But, if it had caused anything bad to happen to me, you would've know about it long before now."

Henry returned Abe's smile.

"So, who died?"

Henry studied the ingredients on the island to calm his raging emotions. "A graduate student named Titus Forsyth. We found his car in a public swimming pool this morning. Detective Martinez called me before breakfast."

"That bad?" He looked at Henry with compassion. "If you need to be by yourself tonight, I understand. It has to be hard for you to not remember what you've seen over the years. To you, this is your first time seeing everything connected to your line of work."

"Thank you." He gave his roommate another hug and headed to the bedroom to change his clothes and to shower.

His face began to itch when he reached the hallway's entrance. He reached up to scratch his face, and his fingers ran through a thick, full beard. Maybe he needed to shave to rid himself of the extra facial hair as well.

Along the way to his room, Henry's thoughts returned to the case. Titus' death wasn't troubling him as much as the circumstances surrounding the investigation. Since the second that he had seen Titus' car, several details began to bother him. Before Titus' autopsy, Henry had frozen at the thoughts of the submerged car, his fears for Abe, the image of him being underwater, his decision to look at the evidence, and his words at the crime scene. After he had bumped into the stranger, he couldn't stop thinking about the man, his sudden fear of Bellevue's façade, and his fear of his amnesia's discovery. Everything prodded at something in his memory, but he didn't know what it was.

He wanted to quit the case. He was becoming too emotional, and he felt as though he was no longer in control of his actions and emotions. He had no idea how to reign them in so he could maintain his focus on the investigation.

He entered his room, and began to pull out his clothes for the night. He looked at his bed, and his thoughts returned to the start of the day. No, he couldn't quit. Detective Martinez wanted him to join her in this investigation. She needed assistance, and he must stay to help her.

The second that he made his decision, he felt himself relaxing. He was still amazed at Detective Martinez's power over him. Then again, love seemed to have a way to calm people.

Still, his objection was unusual. Why did he suddenly want to leave the investigation? He re-analyzed the day's events as he changed out of his clothes. The major source of his emotional turmoil today was Hanson's and Wahl's lack of knowledge about his amnesia. Ironically, his fear of exposure likely led one or both of them to discover it while he was with them today.

He sighed as he walked to the bathroom. They were his friends, and they needed to know about his amnesia as well. They wouldn't take him to Bellevue; Hanson had demonstrated that during their walk to Baruch College. Instead, they likely would react the same way that Abe, Detective Martinez, and Lt. Reece had when they had learned of it.

He would tell Wahl and Hanson about his memory issues the next time that he saw them. Hopefully, that would help him regain his control over himself so that he could focus on the case.

Author's Note: Yes! That "stranger" is Adam!

In case you're wondering as to why Lucas didn't join Henry and Mike on their way back to the office, he was busy celebrating.

On a composition note: I know that, when I'm writing from Hanson's point of view, I've been alternating between "Doc" and "Henry" when referring to our favorite immortal medical examiner. That method was getting a little unwieldy, so I changed it to what you've read above.