Disclaimer: I have no wish to ever own any part of Forever besides the series on dvd. I do not own anything.

"Dr. Morgan? Dr. Henry Morgan"

Both Jo and Henry looked towards the voice, wondering what was wanted.

"That is me." He attempted to straighten his clothes, and Jo rolled her eyes. "If this is about my suit..."

She shook her head slightly as the Doctor tried to explain. They were in the middle of a murder investigation, and he was worried about the etiquette for the party. Although, in some ways, he probably considered himself undressed for most of life...

"There's a call for you."

He stopped moving, and she could see him begin to turn towards her with a frown. Nodding at her and Monroe, he moved away. "Excuse me."

Left alone with Monroe, she wasn't sure what to think. He was a suspect – yet he was flirting with her. He didn't seem to notice that she was a cop that was considering him as a murder suspect, and she couldn't decide whether to be flattered or uncomfortable.

And what had the waiter said? Henry had a call? She frowned, turning away from Monroe slightly. How would someone know he would be at the Explorer's club at this time? Abe might have known, but he wouldn't have anything so important that he couldn't go through Jo nor wait. And if anyone else wanted to get a hold of Henry, they could go through her or wait as well.

"Good night, Mr. Monroe."

Walking away, she barely heard his reply as she thought it over. For some reason, this situation was worrying her, and she couldn't pinpoint why. It wasn't as if his friend – oh. Of course. And, being Henry, he probably suspected it and never thought to tell her somehow. At least it was only on the phone – while meeting him in person might give her a chance to catch him, her common sense pointed out that it was safer for all involved if she didn't really get involved with Adam.

Reaching the door, she listened for a moment, but heard only muffled voices.

"Henry?" She opened the door and walked into the dark room, nodding a greeting towards the well-dressed man leaving. "Henry, who were you talking to?"

He was silent, staring at one of the exhibits. She crossed the room to stand by him, looking down at the rusted pistol sitting beneath the glass. She frowned, looking back at Henry.

"What is it?"

He blinked and looked up, as if just realising she was there.

"Henry. Was that Adam?"

He nodded slowly. "Adam was here..."

"Wait." She straightened up abruptly. "Adam was here? In person?" When he nodded again, she stiffened. "But I thought he called you!"

"He did. But he was waiting in here." He gestured toward a statue.

Mentally, she ran through everything that had happened, wondering what she had missed. Suddenly, remembering the man that had left the room just as she entered, she gasped.

Henry snapped out of the daze he seemed to be in just as she turned and slipped through the doors into the street. "Detective! Jo! Stop!" He jerked open the door to follow her and slid to a stop when he ran into her just outside the doors. "Jo?"

She was staring at a point to the left of the door, and Henry frowned.

"Jo? Why did you stop?"

"You didn't want me to go after him in the first place – did you change your mind already?"

"No, of course not – he does not need to know that you are aware of whom and what he is – but what made you change your mind?"

She gestured towards the area she had been staring at. "There was a glow over there – I don't think I'll find him anywhere nearby."

"Oh." Henry sighed in relief.

She looked at him, smiling softly in bemusement. "Henry, are you glad that a murderer got away?"

"No, of course not. I am simply glad that you did not catch him."

She stared at him then shook her head with a smile. "And I must be spending to much time around you and your insanity, for that makes sense..."

AN: Thank you for your patience and for taking the time to read this. Gramercy, and God bless!