So this chapter is a definite lead in to what's going to happen in the next chapter, I hope you like it I don't have to much else to say at the moment. So please let me know what you think. The longer the story gets the more self conscious I get of it. As usual I own nothing, enjoy.

The group ate and drank and listened as Henry told tales of his best and worst birthdays, only to stop when they heard the bells jingle downstairs.

"Who could that be?" Abe frowned.

"Oh I invited Lieu around for drinks she over heard Lucas and I talking about it, I didn't think she'd actually come." Hanson admitted. They listened to the creaking on the stairs and the knock on the door.

"I hope I'm not interrupting." Reece stuck her head in the door.

"No of course not." Henry stood and poured her a glass of wine. "Just talking of birthdays past."

"We were just about to cut the cake." Jo assured, going to stand.

"No I got it." Jacob jumped to his feet, "Do you have any more soda in the fridge?"

"Should be some more cans for you on the bottom shelf." Abe called after him. "And don't drop the cake I put a lot of hard work into it."

"You got it boss." Was the only answer he got.

"I don't think I've ever been to your house before." Reece looked around the living room at all of the antiques.

"I think everyone else in the precinct has." Henry returned, "Either when searching the place and accusing me of mass murder or after I killed my stalker."

"Well next time officers get called to your house I'll be sure to accompany them." Reece returned.

"Here we go shouldn't you people be singing or something." Jacob pushed the door open with his shoulder.

"That's absolutely not necessary." Henry protested.

"Come on Boss it's your birthday we gotta sing." Lucas chimed in.

"237?" Reece looked at the candles while Abe, Lucas, and Jacob started singing to Henry.

"It's a joke." Hanson supplied. "I mean we all see how old fashioned he acts."

"Okay." Reece didn't seem convinced.

"You'd think since Abe owns the antique store most of this stuff would be his but nope, Henry's been collecting old stuff like this all his life." Jo added.

"I'm sure he has." Reece didn't argue.

"What are you implying Lieutenant?" Henry frowned.

"I know everything that goes on in my precinct. I've told you this time and time again." She accepted the piece of cake Abe handed to her.

"Would you care to explain what you think you know?" Henry took a long sip of his wine.

"I think it's story time." Abe finished passing out cake and sat back in his chair with his cake and a glass of scotch.

"Actually I agree with Abe." Jo held onto Henry's hand knowing what inner battle he must be facing right about now.

"I don't know." Reece looked at the crowd.

"Oh don't worry about them, they love a good story." Henry nodded in the direction of Lucas and Jacob. "What do you think you know Lieutenant?"