After an amazing weekend with my little sister here is the chapter many of you have been waiting for. What happens when Jo and Henry join Hanson and his wife on a date. Of course I own nothing, enjoy.

Thursday went and Friday came with no more than the usual amount of murder in New York City. When the end of the day came everyone was able to go home at a reasonable time and change for the evening out.

"Henry what is this?" Jo walked into the bedroom they had been sharing to find a modest navy blue dress on the bed.

"You were worried about the scar showing." Henry shrugged.

"So you bought me a dress?" Jo frowned, "When?"

"My lunch break."

"It's beautiful but Henry I don't know if I can wear this."

"Of course you can." Henry assured, "That's the reason I bought it, to be worn." After a little more persuading, Jo slipped into the dress that ended just above her knees. The dress had the slightest of a V cut neckline allowing it to dip but not to reveal a fresh scar. Henry had considered everything when purchasing the dress making sure that it had three quarter length sleeves as to cover up anything such as imaginary graze that Jo was supposed to have received days before. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." She rewarded him with a gentle kiss.

"You really do look gorgeous." Henry couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Come on Romeo, we don't want to be late for dinner." Jo grinned, it wasn't to often that she got to have the upper hand with Henry.

Dinner had started out fine and it wasn't until after the appetizers that Henry even considered worrying about Jo. They had all had a glass of wine but the minute Karen brought up getting shot, Jo helped herself to a very healthy second glass.

"So Mike said you were shot this week, how are you feeling?" Karen was intrigued and concerned.

"Karen." Mike frowned, glancing at Henry as if to ask if Jo was really doing all right. Jo took a sip of her wine before answering.

"No I'm fine, it wasn't that bad." Jo insisted with another sip from her glass.

"It was just a graze, she got it pushing me out of the way." Henry put himself in the middle of conversation. "I'm afraid I'm rather unlucky. The shop I share with an old friend was being robbed."

"Oh that's terrible, well it's lucky you're both alright." Karen grinned.

"Lucky is one word for it." Jo took another sip.

"If she hadn't shown up I probably would have been shot." Henry cut in again, "And I can't handle pain as well as she can."

"You've been shot before." Jo reminded. "More than once."

"You have!" Karen frowned.

"A rather unfortunate accident when I was younger left me with a pretty nasty scar, and then once when I was helping investigate a case. Neither of which I handled very well. I might add." Henry wasn't paying attention to Hanson or his wife anymore. His only concern was for Jo.

"That's terrible. At least everyone's okay now." Karen was trying to remain cheerful.

"Yea, besides I was just told the other day a gun shot isn't the worst way to die." Jo was refilling her glass.

"That actually makes since." Hanson took his turn at cutting off Jo. "I mean it's usually pretty quick."

"Yea, well I happen to be dating someone who has had a lot of experience with death. Apparently burning at the stake is very bad, and don't drown, or fall from anywhere really high. Because Henry's experienced it all." Jo finished her glass, "Excuse me." With that she was on her way to the bathroom.

"She over heard me lecturing Lucas the other day in the morgue." Henry lied following her with his eyes. "He wanted an exciting death for a change and I was scolding him when she came down. I'm afraid that mixed with, the shooting, and being held up in the morgue on Monday is a bit overwhelming."

"She's had a rough week." Hanson agreed.

"If you'll excuse me." Henry set his napkin aside and made his way to the restrooms. "Ma'am." He stopped a hostess. "My date isn't feeling well could you please go in and check on her for me. She's very beautiful wearing a navy dress."

"Yea sure." The hostess shrugged taking a minute to go check out the women's bathroom. "There's no one in there sir."

"May I." Henry motioned to the door.

"Be my guest." She shrugged once more and went back to work. All it took was a quick look around to show that the waitress was telling the truth. He couldn't help it his brain went to the worst thought first. She had ran, just like Abigail had in the end. He was to complicated for her. He took a couple breaths and removed himself from the women's restroom before taking the rational step and looking for her outside.

He couldn't have been more relieved to find her on a bench outside the restaurants front door. Even if it was only for a moment, tears stained her face and she was clearly shivering whether from the temperature outside or the way she was feeling it didn't matter. Henry didn't hesitate to wrap her in his jacket before he took the seat next to her.

"Sorry." Jo couldn't bring herself to look anywhere but the ground.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Henry assured wrapping his arm around her, and scooting her closer to him.

"I don't know what happened. She started fussing over getting shot and how relieved she was that I was okay. I don't know I just hated lying to her." Jo confessed. "At work it was easier, I don't know, compartmentalize, work stuff at work, personal stuff at home, but how do I tell my friends about home stuff when I know they won't understand?"

"I wish I knew." Henry brushed the hair from her face.

"I must have put you in a terrible position. I didn't mean to say any of it, it just kind of came out. All that about how you've experienced it all, they must think I'm crazy."

"Well fortunately that can be brushed aside as my current career path with out to much question." Henry smiled, "No one thinks your crazy, you've had a long week and that's enough to stress anybody out."

"How do you do it?" Jo frowned, "How do you lie so easily?"

"I try not to, I try to avoid subjects that would force me to lie. If I have to I tell half truths." Henry answered, "But you know that better than anyone, after all I put you through when we first met." That got Jo to smile.

"Immortal." Jo sighed, lying her head on Henry's shoulder, "What do we do now?"

"Well may I suggest returning to the table, I have a feeling our food will be arriving any minute, and then if your up for a walk back to the shop." Henry stood up offering his hand to help her, "Now I don't like to plan to far ahead but I'm predicting things that might be frowned upon in a public setting once we make it to the bedroom."

"I like the sound of that." Jo grinned, "But I can't go back in there, I'm a mess."

"Look at me." Henry stopped her, "I don't see it." He shook his head, "I see a beautiful young women I am happy to be showing off this evening." He took his thumb and wiped away what was left of the running mascara and ended it with a kiss.

"You say that now, but what about when I'm a hundred." Jo accepted the arm he extended for her.

"When you're a hundred, I'll still have two centuries on you." Henry escorted her back into the restaurant, "you will never be anything but a beautiful young women to me."

"And there is that immortal charm again." Jo blushed.