"What do we do?" Hanson implores of Abe.

"Nothing." They all look at him, disbelief on their faces, then grudgingly accept his meaning. "We wait. He'll be fine. Just - takes some getting used to." He kneels so that Henry can see him. "See ya in a bit, Pops."

Henry's eyes glaze over, he exhales one last time, and the kaleidoscope of images from his long life parade before him; then darkness.

Henry breaks the surface of the East River's cold, murky waters. He gasps for air as the details of this latest death flood his consciousness and he groans. It was not his intention that his new circle of confidants witness his death so soon after having learned his secret. He'd rather they hadn't at all. 'Jo was kneeling next to me, sobbing. My poor darling.' He finds his bearings and looks towards the shore. No Abe. Not any of them. They've got to be on their way, though, he prays. At least he sees no police- oops! 'Two on the bridge.' Even though one's back is to him and the other appears too distracted by their conversation to notice him, he ducks back down under the water and swims under the bridge. He desperately hopes Abe and whoever else arrive soon.

Two derelicts familiar to him from a few previous emergences motion for him to come near. He reluctantly complies but acknowledges that they've always been helpful and encouraging in the past.

"Hey, Flipper!" One yells laughingly. "Over here!" Henry draws nearer and finds his footing that takes him to dry land. "That's it, Flipper Boy, come on, come on." He walks up to them as he braces himself against the pleasant day's unusually chilly soft breeze. The derelict (Phil?) hands him a tattered NY Ranger's T-shirt and stained sweat pants. He gratefully accepts them and slips into them. The other derelict, Alex, watches in mild amusement as he sits Native American style near a nondescript pile of his personal belongings.

"We gotta stop meetin' like this." Phil guffaws through a toothless grin. Then suddenly the three of them grow still as statues as Phil puts an index finger to his closed mouth and points upward with the other. They listen, barely breathing, as both the footsteps and voices of the two uniformed police grow closer, then fade as they walk away from the bridge into the nearby park.

"Thank you, thank you, both." Henry shakes hands with the two of them.

"One o' these days," Phil advises, "you're gonna catch your death splashin' 'round in them waters, Flipper Boy." He points in a circular motion to the water.

Henry grins and nods as the two derelicts have a good laugh at his expense. He waves good-bye to them as he navigates his way around bushes and up the slippery slope to the flatter ground of the park's paved walkway. Luckily, he draws little attention from passersby because he looks like a homeless person. 'People generally avert their eyes from those who appear either financially or physically challenged.' Out of the corner of his eye, he sees his son's car as it pulls up and parks. He makes out Jo in the passenger seat. Even from this distance, he can see the look of apprehension, almost terror, on her face, her shoulders tensely hunched. His heart aches for her and he longs to comfort her.

Abe steps out of the car and walks up to him and hands him a pair of boat shoes and an NYPD hoodie. He looks over Henry's shoulder towards the bridge's underbelly. "I see your friends already suited you up."

"Thank you, Abe." He quickly slips his freezing feet into the shoes while he shoves his chilled arms into the hoodie and zips it up. Abe hands him the towel and looks over his shoulder back at Jo and the others. Jo takes small, slow steps towards Henry, her face pinched, arms straight down by her sides, fists clenched.

Abe looks back at his father and quietly informs him, "She took it hard, Dad." His look of great concern matches his father's.

Jo stops about six feet away from Henry. Her eyes penetrate his. The air stills around them and he can barely breathe. He's vaguely aware of Hanson, Reece and Lucas who halt their approach and watch, uncertain as to how things will unfold.

Jo suddenly runs to Henry, jumps into his arms, and heaves a deep sob into his shoulder. She clings to him as if her own life depends upon it. He wraps his arms around her and clutches her to him. He buries his face in her luxurious brown locks and presses his lips against the side of her neck. For several moments they cling to each other. Her shoulders shake as she softly cries.

Abe and the others exchange somber looks as he awkwardly walks back to rejoin them.

"Jo, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you had to see that." He strokes the back of her hair with one hand and rubs small circles on her back with his other.

She buries her face in his chest and tearfully muffles, "I know you told me, you told us, but actually seeing it...oh, Henry." She looks up at him, her eyes reddened and puffy. "There was so much blood. I thought you were..." She shakes her head which causes her tresses to swing, and hugs him again. She pulls back again to look at him as if to make sure that he's really there.

"It's okay, darling. I'm fine. Really." He smiles down at her. "I always come back." He says it more to reassure her because he still regards his condition as a curse. In his opinion, it's a curse for him to have to go through this and to put others through it as well. They exchange a quick kiss and hug again.

"Henry?" Abe's voice carries over to them. "We should head back."

"Yes, yes, of course, Abraham." They turn and walk hand in hand back to Abe's car. Jo gets back into the front passenger seat and Henry piles into the back seat.

Hanson coughs and motions Reece and Lucas back towards his car. The occupants of both cars ride in silence back to the antique shop. The enormity of what their M.E., has had to deal with as an immortal hits home and hits big for all of them. Even Abe, who has dealt with his father's condition since he was a teen. He'd watched how his mother had handled his father's deaths and rebirths and taken his cue from her. He'd never seen anyone else's reaction, though. And it still was not easy for him to endure. And he knew it never would be. He just hoped that for his father's sake that this newly informed group would not disband before it had a chance to gain cohesiveness.

Henry could only imagine what went through the others' minds as he died and his body vanished without a trace, blood and all. In the car's rear view mirror, he met his son's eyes. The look told him a lot. He could only imagine.

Earlier, back at the antique shop...

Abe rose from the floor. Several seconds later his father's body vanished, blood and all, in a bright, white light. The miniscule blue and red droplets flashed last and disappeared. It's as if he had never been there. Jo looked in amazement at her once-bloodied hands and knees, now perfectly clean. Lucas bent down and helped her to her feet but she was oblivious to his presence. She clasped both her hands over her mouth and stared wide-eyed at the spot where Henry had been and then miraculously wasn't. She looked to Reece, Hanson and Lucas for solace but they were each dealing with their own private horror at Henry's sudden demise and then shocking disbelief at his brilliantly illuminated vanishing act.

Abe had had no time to really console them. He had to get to the river before Henry was discovered by anyone else - especially by the police. "Uh, everyone," he began, "I'm headed to the river to pick up Henry. That's where he, you know, comes back." He looked from one to the other to see if he was getting through. He jingled his keys and held up a duffel bag. "We gotta go." When they slowly became aware once again of their surroundings, he gave a little smile and nod of his head towards the door. "Follow me." In a softer voice, "Jo, you can ride with me. Okay, kiddo?" He squeezed her hand as he gazed into her tear-stained face. She looked questioningly at him and nodded. "Okay. Okay, then. We're gonna go in my car." He led her as quickly as he could to his car and hoped the others would follow. The sinking feeling in his gut had to be ignored for now. Whether or not they chose to follow him was beyond his control. All he knew was that he had to get to Henry as quickly as he could. 'A police siren and flashing lights would be better.' One look at Jo and the others, though, told him that that was not going to happen. 'On my way, Pops.'

Jo's POV

Her mind raced and begged for logical answers. Henry had been shot. He had died. He had vanished in a brilliant flash of light just as he had said he did. 'Just as he had down on that subway platform when I'd heard the gun shots and found the photo and his watch.' And, she realized, when he had jumped off the roof of Grand Central with Koehler, and after he had died in the crash of that subway car right before they'd met. Yes, he had told her the night before and elaborated more in Reece's office to explain the same flash of light associated with Farber/Adam, another immortal. Her heart raced and her hands trembled as she shakily wiped away tears that refused to end their flow.

She looked over at Abe who was driving to the river with little more urgency than to the local grocery. "How do you do it, Abe?" Her voice quietly shuddered out of her. "This - was horrible!" She broke down again in gut-wrenching sobs.

Abe reached over and gently squeezed her shoulder. "Yeah, I know." He replied quietly. "But it's horrible for him, too. Physically, he'll be all healed again." He gave her a quick look as he veered the car through traffic as fast as he could. "It's the emotional healing that comes later. Truth be told, he still has a lot of emotional scars. It's important to be as supportive of him as we can. The closer you get to him, the more he lets you in, the more his pain becomes a shared pain. But we get through it together." He gaved her shoulder another quick squeeze and returned his hand to the steering wheel to park the car. "How do I do it? Love. He's my dad and I love him. Simple as that." They'd arrived and, thankfully, Henry had managed to find some kind of clothing and was waiting for them.

Hanson's POV

In all his years on the force, he'd witnessed a lot of murder victims and severely injured people. But nothing like what he'd seen happen to the Doc. That is, someone dying and vanishing into thin air. If he'd had any doubts before about what Henry had shared with them, they were all cast aside the moment he'd vanished. He liked the guy, and respected him and what he had come to mean to his partner, Jo. And Hanson was a tough guy, tough as nails but with a heart as big as all outdoors. He'd functioned with a world view of mostly black and white. Good and bad. Right and wrong. That's what had kept him moving from day to day. That is, until he'd met the Doc. Henry's Sherlockian gift of observation and his ability to also draw on his personal archive of experiences and information had prompted Hanson to include the nuances of any given situation. Sometimes. But he was getting there.

He'd had a hard time keeping it together as Henry'd suffered. The cop in him had caused him to pursue the SUV on foot in a vain attempt to subdue the shooter, but he'd failed. And after Henry's body had vanished, the foundation of his world had been shaken to its core. Forever. Never again would he look at that crazy cracker in the same way. And it was the cop in him that helped him hold it together and follow Henry's son, Abe (his son!), to the river. Even though his own breathing was shallow and his palms were sweaty, he'd managed to keep up with Abe's car. He had to. Henry had to be there. Alive. Like he'd said. 'Hand to God, Doc, you better be there. Please be there, Henry.'

Reece's POV

She'd had practically a sleepless night the night before, largely because of what she'd found out about their eccentric and mysterious medical examiner. She'd believed it on paper but had not planned to witness it for herself. His dying and rebirth. She'd taken his word for it. There was no need to rock her world any further than it already had been. But watching Henry lie there, bloody, in pain, but unable to move or speak, wrenched her heart. And when he vanished, it exploded on her senses. 'I am losing my mind.' She stared dumbfoundedly at the spot where Henry's torn and bloody body had been - and then was not. 'I am losing my ever lovin' mind!' Jo's sobs tore at her heart but she had not the wherewithall to comfort her. It was as if she were in a dream and the only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat growing louder and louder. She put her hands to her cheeks and felt the moisture of tears she'd unknowingly shed. But she dug into every bit of sanity and calm she had left and told herself, 'He'll be fine. That's what he said. We go get him from the river. That's what he said.' The tears flowed more heavily but she wiped them away. It did no good. She was vaguely aware that someone's arm was around her, squeezing her shoulder. 'Why do we women have to be the ones who cry? Why do we care so much we have to cry?' Abe was heading out the door, bidding them to follow him to retrieve Henry. 'Yes. We're coming, Henry. We're coming.'

Lucas' POV

'Whoa. Like, whoa, dude. Where'd you go?' He looked around the shop as if to find the immortal man standing somewhere, smiling, his trick played and, everything cool again. 'This is not - this is - this is terrible, so terrible beyond belief.' He looked up again to the shop's door to see Hanson as he'd run back out and was firing his weapon at - someone who'd just gunned the Doc down? Was this even real? And was that Jo sobbing? He'd felt that he should do something other than just stand there sort of in shock. But his brain was not firing on all thrusters and his mouth wouldn't open. His legs were rooted to the spot. Abe was saying something about - 'Abe! Henry's son! Oh...okay. Abe's telling us to follow him to the river to pick up Henry. Pick up - his Dad.' Lucas shook his head to rid his mind of the cobwebs. Then something kicked in and he helped Jo to her feet and put a comforting arm around her and the Lieutenant's shoulders. He'd looked at them on either side of him. As they'd cried he really didn't know what to say. So he'd just patted their shoulders, As they'd left the shop and followed Abe outside, Abe had pulled Jo away from him and he'd released his grasp. He'd fallen behind the Lieutenant and followed Hanson to his car. Just as well. He'd had to wipe his own tears away, anyway. Suddenly, he didn't feel so good. But he could only imagine what the Doc was going through. 'Abe said we have to get to the river.' Realization had struck him. 'Yeah, before he gets arrested again for public indecency!' His step had quickened a bit. ' Hang on, boss, we're on our way!'

After they pick Henry up from the river...

The weary group returns to the antique shop. This time the three law enforcers unholster their weapons and face the street, intent upon not having a repeat performance, as the other three enter the shop. Once inside, they make their way to the second floor and seat themselves at the kitchen table. Abe quickly serves up lasagne that has been been warming in the oven. After a quick shower and change into his usual dapper outerwear, Henry joins them and gratefully inhales the plate of food Abe offers him. After the meal, all eyes seem to be on Henry. So he speaks.

"As traumatic as things have been for all of us today," he begins, "I'm afraid that there is even more unpleasantness to share with you." He looks apologetically at Jo and pulls his lips in. "When we were at your house earlier, I saw the same SUV slowly roll by as I sat on the stoop. At the time I thought it odd that the driver should be travelling so slowly as there was no traffic of any kind on the street. At first I thought they were lost or perhaps uncertain of their destination, but I made note of the license plate: ABY 4091."

"Excellent." Reece says. "We can run that plate to see who the car is registered to."

Henry sighs. "There's more." They all cringe as they wait for his next words. "There's no need to run the plate to find out who the car is registered to. That vehicle was owned by the serial killer, Mark Bentley."

Jo freezes when she realizes that he's the suspect she'd had to shoot and kill. Her first time killing someone either on or off the job. Henry eyes her but continues. "As they drove slowly past your house, Jo, it would have been so easy for them to have shot me then, but they didn't." He lowers his head as if searching for the right words. "I don't believe that I was the target, Jo. You were."

"Wait a minute," Hanson interrupts. "Are you saying they wanted to shoot Jo? Not you?"

"That's my deduction." He looks back at Jo who remains silent but her furrowed brow indicates the wheels are turning inside her head. "You, Jo, were in the direct line of fire. Had I not turned when I did, the bullet would have hit you." He sees that she understands now. "When the driver's side window rolled down and the rifle barrel came into view, I also got a glimps of a man in the driver's seat and a woman in the passenger seat. I'm willing to bet that they were Mark Bentley's son, Devin, and his widow, Kendall."

"Revenge?" Jo whispers. She looks worriedly at Henry who nods to affirm her correct conclusion