Alright here is chapter four, I don't know when chapter five will be posted but it has been started. As usual I own nothing.
Henry woke to found his hand resting on Jo's stomach and her arm sprawled across his heart. "Good morning." Jo gave a sleepy smile before realizing exactly where her hand was resting. She began tracing the scar over his chest. "It doesn't change over time, heal any more?"
"I'm afraid not." Henry found that his hand was resting on a large scar across her stomach. "For better or worse my physical appearance hasn't changed in two hundred years."
"I kinda figured." Jo sighed, letting Henry trace the scar on her stomach. "A piece of the helicopter impaled me there." Jo admitted, "It didn't go all the way through, and I bled out, but I was unconscious so it didn't really matter."
"I'm so sorry Jo." Henry whispered.
"Why are you sorry?" Jo couldn't help but laugh.
"Death by impalement is a terrible way to go." Henry sighed.
"I was unconscious, I don't really remember a lot of the pain." Jo answered, "I take it you've been impaled."
"The case that brought us together actually." Henry nodded.
"The subway?" Jo frowned.
"I'm afraid I left my watch behind, which led to you suspecting me of mass murder."
"You were on the first subway car. There were so many signs, I should have seen it the day we met." Jo let her head fall back on the pillow. "Or at least after you got caught naked in the river."
"It's not something you really look for when meeting new people. No matter how weird, or creepy they are." Henry returned.
"I apologized for that." Jo smirked.
"I know I'm sorry." Henry chuckled. "And I'd prefer we not go back to that first case, that was quite an ordeal"
"You did go over the side of the building didn't you?" Jo was really mad at herself for not putting the pieces together sooner. "And you said you'd experimented with Aconite."
"Yes on both accounts I'm afraid." Henry confessed.
"I get the feeling you're a little more used to dying than I am." Jo couldn't help but laugh.
"I assure you it's very rarely by choice." Henry couldn't help but smile lying there watching her laugh.
"Unless you're experimenting with dangerous poisons." Jo retorted.
"I was going through a very dark phase." Henry tried to brush it off, and Jo just shook her head.
"Henry Morgan you are impossible." She grinned.
"I'll agree with that." He returned the grin, "But then what does that make you my dear?"
"Alright well then we can be impossible together." Jo decided. "But not at work."
"Impossible together in private." Henry repeated, "I think I can handle that, for now."
"So this means you're going to stop jumping in front of bullets and cars and any other deadly thing that comes my way." Jo took on a serious tone.
"No promises." Was all Henry could say.
"But it's not going to cause me any harm, not in the long run anyway." Jo argued.
"That doesn't mean I like to see you hurt." Henry returned.
"Aren't you the charmer?" Jo rolled her eyes. "I've got to get home and change before work."
"Stay for breakfast we still have some time." Henry watched Jo crawl from the bed. "Abe is an excellent cook."
"He learn that from his dad?" Jo slid into her pants from where they had been dropped the night before.
"His mother was always the better cook, not saying that I'm useless in the kitchen of course." Henry pulled himself out of bed.
"One hundred and fifty years of practice must make you a pretty good cook." Jo returned. "Unfortunately my skills in the kitchen are somewhat lacking. I grew up in the TV dinner era with just me and my father."
"Well all you need is a good teacher." Henry pointed out.
"Are you offering Doctor Morgan?"
"Only if you're interested Detective Martinez." Henry smiled in return.
"I think I could stand learning a thing or two from you." Jo used her fingers as a brush before throwing it into a ponytail that would have to work until she could get home and shower. She hadn't even noticed until just now that her hair still smelled of river water. Which reminded Jo of something, "Henry throw some clothes in the trunk of my car, just in case."
"Yes ma'am." Henry chuckled.
"Hey no more indecent exposure charges." Jo scolded.
"Would you like to throw clothes into Abrahams car?" Henry offered, "Just in case."
"We'll see." Jo sighed, to do that she would have to tell Abe the truth and she knew he was trustworthy but she had just heard Henry's story about Nora and that was enough to make anyone nervous.