Hello folks! Thank you so much for your reviews so far. The following chapter was kind of difficult to write, you'll probably see why. Still hope you'll like it though. Have fun.

01x03: Fountain of Youth

He's been not quite flirting with her for days. Describing her face in every glory detail and telling her how hot she was, but then saying, she wasn't his type.

He keeps smiling at her and she thought it was special and only reserved for her and then he goes and flirts with a complete stranger. Afterwards he tells her he wasn't quite flirting and that woman had a kind smile. What the hell?

And then when she all but asks him about him telling her she's hot, he says that someone is out there for all the breakfasts and dinners and what the hell?

Jo's head is spinning because she doesn't know what to make of him. Henry Morgan is one big mystery. One second she thinks she's got him figured out and the next he does something entirely unexpected and she doesn't know how to keep up.

She pulls her third glass of cheap whiskey to her lips. Why did they even talk about this? She's been doing better and now all she can think about is her lost, dead husband who she loved with all her heart.

Stupid Henry Morgan and his shy, adorable smile and his kind words. Why can't he be a straight, normal guy who answers a woman was hot or turning him on when asked if he was flirting with her? No, Henry Morgan's answer is: "She has a kind smile." Who says that? In the reality that is their life?

And what about telling her she's hot but not his type?

Does he find her sexy or not?

This is getting ridiculous. She doesn't even know why this bothers her anyway. Jo knows she's drunk, but she still thinks it's not a good idea to pay him a visit right now, but she gets up anyways.

She takes a cab to his address. The cabbie, a college guy, winks at her through the mirror.

Ha! At least he really thinks she's hot.

They are much quicker there than she expected. She pays the boy and gets out of the car, quickly making her way to the door and knocking.

It takes a while, but then Henry opens.

"Detective?" He seems to be surprised to see her which makes her grin proudly because she's done something unexpected, something Mr-Knows-And-Sees-Everything didn't see coming.

She needs to lean on the door frame to keep herself from falling over. Damn, she's too drunk. Why is she here anyways?

He does a one-over and assesses her state. "You're drunk, Jo," he slowly says and steps aside. Henry gently takes her hand and pulls her in and she feels tingles all down her spine.

She giggles. Wow. He does have a weird effect on her. She hasn't felt tingles in years. She hasn't giggled since high school.

She throws a charming smile at her, but even in her dazed state Jo notices the underlying concern in his nice eyes.

Nice eyes?

She takes another look. He's really got nice eyes.

Jo hasn't been in his real home yet. He and Abe are always in the store when she picks him up. What's about him and the old guy anyways? She wants to ask him, but is distracted by his warm hands making her sit on his couch.

"Stay here," he softly commands and she obeys. Jo watches him leave the room and wanders what the rest of his home looks like. What does he do when he's home? Does he read comics or plays computer games like normal guys do? Does he watch sports?

She doesn't see a TV anywhere and she highly doubts he owns a computer. And he probably only reads classic literature whose authors died centuries ago. Henry is a weird guy.

Her husband was normal. Pretty ordinary and she would have done anything for him. But he's dead.

She instantly feels this dark emptiness lurking inside of her again and she thinks she needs a drink.

Henry appears again. He's got a glass and a big piece of bread in his hands.

Jo hungrily eyes both. She hasn't gotten anything to eat for hours and the drink is more than welcome.

He chuckles when he sees her face upon realizing it's water. "You'll thank me in the morning," he laughs.

She glares at him, but takes both items and start eating and drinking.

"May I ask you what's wrong?," he asks politely.

"What makes you think anything's wrong?", she asks around the bread in her mouth. Great. No wonder he doesn't find her attractive. She's like a caveman.

Henry grins. "Well, your more than welcome appearance at almost one in the morning in a state you will regret in a few hours makes me kind of wonder," he explains and his tone irritates her.

She huffs which makes him grin even wider. "It's your fault," she accuses. The alcohol is slowly starting to make her sick.

Henry raises his eyebrow. "What did I do to make you drown yourself in cheap whiskey?" There's still this stupid, charming smirk around the corners of his mouth and she doesn't know what she wants to do about it. Well, maybe she's got some ideas, but nope, she's not going there.

Her own reaction makes her angry again and she feels adrenaline and alcohol rush through her veins. "You confuse the hell outta me," she charges. "Once second you think I'm attractive, the next you say you don't want me. You flirt with strange women, but keep smiling at me – exactly like that," she calls angrily, pointing at his amused face and the nice, nice smile that curls around his lips.

"Do you like it when I smile?", he asks boldly and she can't believe it. He's just fucking unbelievable. He makes her want to crawl out of her on skin. To shake him and kick him, maybe kiss his smile once or twice and then kick him again.

"It is too sad you will not remember this amusing conversation tomorrow," he says and gets up.

Why the hell does he get up? He's not allowed to leave in the middle of a conversation! She wants to shout at him, but realizes that he took her glass with him and probably wants her to drink more water.

He's so nice, caring for her.

She groans at herself and leans back into the cushions. What the hell is wrong with her? Why the hell did she come anyways? Her head has started clearing and she finds she can slowly think more rational again.

Jo knows for sure she's going to be sick as hell tomorrow. Damn it.

Her eyes drop close every now and then while she waits for him to come back.

When he reappears she's almost asleep, but she still feels him putting the glass of water into her hands and draping a blanket over her.

"Drink up and sleep," he quietly orders, before his voice turns a little amused again. "And just for the record, detective. In truth I find you plenty hot, but your outside prettiness isn't even the outstanding part of your beauty."

She's not entirely sure because he's so warm and leaning over her, she's tired and sleepy but she swears to god, Henry Morgan presses his charming smile against her cheek right before she falls asleep.