While Lt. Reece assigned two unis to shadow Werner, Team Morgan scrambled to save Chad from what might be a true death at the hands of his live-in girlfriend and business partner, Ruth Carlton.

"See what else you can come up with on Werner and Carlton," Reece instructed Det. Kit Harper. She nodded mutely and entered their names into CODIS to begin with. Reece knew that Henry had had his doubts about Ruth almost from the beginning, even though he had not seen her or interviewed her. And based on what Debbie Chang had shared with them, suspicion had now been cast on Werner. Because of those reasons and Henry's amazing track record for sniffing out bad guys from even the slimmest of leads, she felt it was worth it to paint a fuller picture of the two. Her fingers drummed on the desk as she waited in her office to hear either from someone out in the field or from Harper outside her door. She didn't have to wait long.

Harper caught Reece's eye and motioned her over to her desk. Once there, the detective pointed out a surprising detail about Ruth Carlton and Patrick Werner. Although this new information was surprising, it was not shocking. Years of dealing with all kinds of perps committing all kinds of crimes for all kinds of reasons, this newly-uncovered detail failed to shock her. There was no time to dwell on it, though; no time to ponder yet again why people did such dastardly things to each other.

"Send that to me," she told Harper as she hurried back into her office. She immediately got on the phone and relayed the information to her team in the field.

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"Wow. Thanks, Lieu," Jo said. "No, Chad hasn't shown up to his home yet. We'll keep you posted," she added and ended the call. Turning to her two colleagues, she said, "Well. Just found out why Ruth and Chad aren't married." She waited a couple of beats before delivering the bombshell. "She's already married to Werner."

They speculated why and how Chad had hooked up with Ruth but unanimously agreed that he may have been merely a pawn in the couple's get-rich-quick scheme. Although it saddened them to think of the emotional pain Chad may have already endured, they were determined to thwart the two grifters.

Hanson perked up and exclaimed, "There he is!"

All three of them jumped out of the car and jogged up to Chad as he exited a cab. They quickly broke the bad news to him about his girlfriend, who wasn't really his girlfriend and her therapist, who wasn't really her therapist. Stunned, speechless, and disappointed, he slowly lowered himself to the bottom step of the entry stairs.

"I knew something was wrong," he said barely above a whisper, "but I had no idea it was anything like this." He looked up at them, his eyes misted over. "Well," he scoffed. "Good thing I was never able to scrape together enough money to buy her an engagement ring, right?" A mirthless laugh left him with the threat of tears not far behind. But he somehow managed to maintain his composure. He then stood back up, his fists clenched. "I gotta go talk to her."

"That wouldn't be wise," Henry warned him. "As soon as you walk through that door, she'll most likely attack you again."

"And this time it'll be for real," Hanson concluded. "Let us handle it."

Chad studied them for a moment and then hung his head. "Okay," he breathed out, shaking his head vigorously. "But you won't hurt her," he said, hopefully. "I mean even though she's betrayed me … I still love her." He frowned and breathed deeply in and out. "Doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"It makes perfect sense," Henry quietly replied to him.

Jo saw Henry's eyes cloud over briefly with sad remembrance. Nora, she silently concluded. He must be thinking of her and what she did to him. So long ago but he still carries the pain of it with him.

Chad sighed and looked resignedly at Hanson. "Okay. I'll let you guys handle it. Just … don't hurt her."

Hanson nodded deeply as he led Chad over to their assigned car and opened the front passenger side door. Chad settled himself inside the car and Hanson shut the door, telling him to just hang tight. As he walked back and rejoined Jo and Henry, he wondered what exactly the plan was. Barge in, haul her back down to the precinct, and get her to confess after a mind-numbing third degree? Go in and have a nice friendly chat with her, hoping she'll just fess up out of remorse and make their job easier? It was fast becoming evident to him, though, that Jo was buying into Henry's suggested plan of action of standing in for Chad?. He felt he had to speak up.

"You gotta be kiddin' me," Hanson told him. "Doc, you don't even look like him. Maybe the same height and build, same eye color, the, the curly top hair thing goin' on but it's not enough! Besides, Jo and I are the cops," he reminded him. "You could get hurt. There is no good reason for you to chance takin' a bullet!" He watched in frustration and disbelief as Henry ignored him and removed his scarf and gold pocket watch.

"Hold onto these for me," he said with a soft smile as he handed them to Jo. She returned his smile and took the items, stuffing them down into her jacket pocket.

"Jo, I can't believe you're goin' along with this!" he growled at her.

"Mike," she began, "just stay here with Chad. Henry and I will be fine." Henry echoed her sentiments to him and they jogged up the stairs. Using Chad's entry code and his apartment key in hand, they entered the building.

"For the love of …," He watched them disappear into the building and then glanced over at Chad struggling to keep his nerves under control as he sat in the car. He thanked his lucky stars when he noticed a patrol car coming down the street. He waved his arm and held up his badge with his other hand as they rolled closer. The two unis got out of the car but the one driving remained with the vehicle while the other quickly walked over to Hanson. He explained the situation to them and commandeered them to keep an eye on Chad while he went inside to help his partner. Jo's gonna kill me, he thought to himself as he used Chad's code to enter the building. Luckily, he caught up with them just as Henry was about to insert the key into the apartment door's lock. They looked up at him, startled, and Henry pulled back.

"Mike, you were supposed to stay with Chad!" Jo growled a whisper at him.

"Chad's fine," he told her, keeping his eyes on Henry. "Corralled a couple of unis to keep an eye on him."

Henry smiled slightly, raising his eyebrows. "I'm glad you're here, Mike. It's time you learned what my … big secret is, anyway."

"Are you sure, Henry?" Jo asked him.

"Yes," he replied, keeping eye contact with the other man. "And rest assured if anything untoward does happen to me, I'll be fine." With that, he unlocked the door and slowly opened it. He bowed his head and covered most of his face with his left hand as he entered the apartment, knowing that if they were right, Ruth would be zinging a bullet his way at any moment.

Although he'd told his two colleagues that in the end, he'd be fine - and one believed him and one didn't - he still feared death. There was just no "good" way to die, he had learned over the past two centuries. And because he still had no idea why or how he'd been burdened with this type of long life, he knew that as quickly as it had beset him, the ability to return to life could be just as quickly snatched away. There was a movement across the room near the hallway and the small kitchen.

"Hey, he called me Mike," the dark-haired detective said to Jo in awe. "He never called me that."

"It means he's let you in," Jo explained, smiling in spite of her apprehension. "Only those he really trusts get a first name nod out of him."

"Yeah?" Mike asked, a grin twitching to appear.

A woman's blood-curdling scream was heard coming from inside the room followed by rapid gunfire. The two detectives burst into the apartment with their guns drawn. "NYPD!" they both yelled. Inside, they found Ruth sobbing as she lowered her gun. Mike aimed his gun at her, cautiously approaching her, and commanding her to "Drop it!" Ruth dropped the gun and he kicked it away from them. He then handcuffed her and yanked her back over into the living room, muttering that she was some kinda crazy broad. Only then did he see Jo kneeling in front of Henry's bullet-riddled body slumped in the far corner on the other side of the fireplace. The sight of him with the blood oozing out of him and splattered on the wall behind him made his breath catch in his throat. He could only imagine what Jo was going through as he watched her dial a number on her cell phone while Henry appeared to be taking his last few breaths.

She hadn't prepared herself to see this. Who could ever prepare themselves to see the man she loved - loved? Yes, Loved! - bloodied and dying right in front of her. It was really more than she could take. She worked to steady her voice as she speed-dialed Abe's cell phone and advised him to get to the river quickly.

"What the hell ya callin' his roommate for?" Mike demanded, totally confused. He nervously fished his cell phone out of his coat pocket to call for a bus but Jo was up in a flash, snatching it out of his hand. "What's wrong with you? Ya gone batty like her?" he blared at Jo. Had she and Henry both gone batty like the woman he had a hold of? And now, Henry was paying the price, dying right in front of them. Jo said nothing and kneeled back down beside Henry, unmindful of the blood that had seeped into her pants.

"Henry needs help! This crazy B just shot him full o' holes!" he franticly pointed out.

Ruth, seeing Henry more clearly for the first time, halted the flow of her crocodile tears. For the first time, she realized that she had not shot Chad but a man that she had only thought was him. Since she hadn't expected anyone but Chad to let themselves in with a key, she had been temporarily fooled by the similarity in their builds and hair. Therefore, she had reacted first and gone into fake sobbing mode yelling loud enough for the neighbors to hear that she fired the gun in self-defense. But before any of them could say or do anything else, Henry's body along with all of the blood and the bullets in his body, vanished in a brilliant flash of white light.

Mike was floored and left speechless. Ruth collapsed in a faint. A real faint. Jo stood up and wiped tears from her cheeks. She helped Mike get the unconscious woman over to the sofa and laid her down. She straightened up and called for a bus. Ruth was going to need to be looked at by paramedics. And maybe a little oxygen for Mike, who hadn't appeared to take in a breath in the last five minutes.

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A few miles away, Henry broke through the surface of the East River, gulping in much-needed air. After getting his bearings, he began his butterfly stroke toward shore. As he drew closer, his feet met the gravel-bottomed edge of the river and he began his naked walk of humiliation out of the water, careful to cover his private parts with both hands. Panic and dread washed over him, however, when he failed to see Abe's car or Abe anywhere. He was confused. Hadn't he heard Jo call Abe and alert him to get to the river before he'd succumbed to his wounds? A car honk drew his attention to an unfamiliar car parked in the spot where Abe usually parked when picking him up. The car was unfamiliar to him but the driver, an embarrassed black woman, was very familiar to him: Lt. Reece.

She averted her eyes as he approached on the passenger side and she unlocked the doors, motioning for him to get into the back seat. He opened the door and quickly got in. Thankful that the lieutenant kept her eyes averted from his natural state, he counted himself lucky to see a large bath towel, an NYPD sweatsuit, and running shoes on the back seat next to him. He sheepishly thanked her while drying himself off and got dressed as quickly as he could in order to ease both their comfort levels. While she drove him to the antiques shop so he could shower and change into more appropriate attire, she filled him in on what had transpired while he was "away".

"Well, I'm happy that she's in custody and young Boseman is safe," he began, "but how is it that you showed up here to pick me up and not my son?"

His son. That was another strangeness attached to Henry and his roommate that she would have to get used to, she told herself. "He, uh, called me and asked me to scoop you up since my office is closer to the spot where you usually … return," she explained. "But, Doctor, you and your … son have to understand that this woman is the wrong woman for this kind of ride-along. I mean, in case of an emergency, yes, but," she paused, taking in a deep breath and releasing it. "In the future, either him or Jo. Am I clear?"

"Clear as day, Lieutenant," he replied.

"And, Doctor," she began with a raised eyebrow and a smile, "welcome back."