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01x06: The Frustrating Thing About Psychopaths

"You have not done that before, have you? Taken a person's life?"

"It's part of my job," she answers and Jo knows the looks on her face says it all.

He tries cheering her up. "It is and you are very good at it." It doesn't really work. It still makes her sick to her stomach that she killed that psycho. She's the one who killed a husband and a father. She's the one who destroyed a family life and no matter how many times she tells herself she wasn't the main reason, Jo still knows she's the one who took his life, shot him square in the chest.

"I'm glad you're feeling awful," Henry tells her and at that Jo has to smile. Sometimes her partner is too honest for his own good.

"You know, Henry, you're not the best drinking buddy." The both smile at that because for the moment their banter makes everything easier.

His eyes are still warm and comforting. "You must allow yourself to feel the pain. The guilt. The shame. The day that killing another person doesn't affect you, that's when you've got real problems."

She smiles a little. He's right. As long as killing someone else makes a small part of her soul die as well, everything is as it should be. As long as taking someone's life is difficult, not easy, she's still human.

Henry is right. Sometimes it knocks her off her feet how much he knows, how wise he seems for his thirty-something years. From time to time he seems like he's lived hundreds of years already. Which is ridiculous. But his clothing style and his words and his charm. Sometimes it's really confusing.

When their working relationship began, she had the impression he didn't care about any living people. He took really good care of the murder victims, but living people…

Now, he saved Lucas' job and his reputation, went to this bar with her, knowing she needed someone with her for at least a few hours.

Jo feels the need to lighten the mood a little. "Even if you're wise, you're still a bad drinking buddy," she softly teases him and he grins.

"You think so, huh?", he says, tilting his head and watching her. Brown eyes are attentively focused on her and his grin is still amazing.
He suddenly turns to the bartender again. "Four shots of Tequila please."

"Sure thing," the girl says and Jo raises her eyebrow.

"What? You want to get me drunk now?", she asks confused.

He shrugs, still smiling. God, he needs to stop that! "Well, you accused me of being bad at this and in my defense, I've never done this before. So maybe I just need to really get into this."

The blonde woman puts the shots in front of them and Jo, suddenly forgetting why getting drunk with Henry Morgan might not be the brightest idea, quickly downs her couple.

Henry's laughing at her and drinks the Tequila as well. "Okay, so now we're on our best way to get completely inebriated. What comes next?"

She smiles at his childlike enthusiasm. "I don't know. We could try to get to know each other a little better."

To Jo's surprise he looks a little apprehensive at that. She raises her eyebrow again. "What? You've got some dirty secrets?" Her voice is still teasing, but there's a hint of curiosity in it.

He shrugs a little sheepish. "Something like that, but not too dirty I guess."

She can accept that, she thinks, because, well who hasn't? "Alright, I'll go first and then we'll just take turns."

Henry nods and motions for the bartender to refill their glasses.

"As a child I was completely afraid to sleep in the dark, but I wouldn't accept a nightlight. I rather suffered through nightmares than appear weak. " She grins at him and he smiles back, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Somehow I can imagine that. Okay. My turn. When I am listening to music, I cannot help but to sing along. And believe me, it's something really embarrassing because you really don't want to hear my singing."

Jo laughs out loud at that. Imaging him singing loudly in his shower is crazy. She points to their drinks and they kill another one. She starts feeling the alcohol in her system. First the vodka and now the three shots of Tequila. Her head's already begun feeling dizzy and now the rest of her body follows.

"Your turn, Jo," Henry says and his fingers brush hers as he sets down his glass. Her skin tingles and she can't help but giggle a bit.

Henry notices and grins at her. "Did you feel that, too?" They both blush at that and chuckle. Oh dear, they really need to get a grip. But damn, is smile is so nice and his pretty eyes are twinkling, which all makes her want to get closer. She looks into his eyes again and finds him suddenly closer than a second ago.

His breath is warm and smells of alcohol, but she doesn't care. "Want to know another secret?", he mumbles and Jo nods dazedly.

"I really want to kiss you right now."

In her lightened state of mind she figures out too late that he can obviously hold is poison much worse than she can and that she really should get some space between them, but Henry's quicker and closes the gap between them.

His lips are a little rough like he hasn't used them for kissing in ages. Which is weird because she thinks someone as handsome as him shouldn't have any problems getting some. But then he told her about Abigail, right? Maybe she's the first woman after Abigail, whatever she was to him.

She feels his hand coming up to cup her face and then she notices he's obviously gotten up because he's coming closer and suddenly he's right between her legs. His tongue gently touches her lips and she opens up helplessly. Oh god, she needs to stop this. Kissing his like this has cleared up her mind pretty quickly and while this feels ridiculously amazing, it's completely inappropriate and wrong.

He slowly pulls away and leans his head against her cheek.

"I feel sick," he complains and she has to chuckle. No shit, Sherlock, she thinks.

Jo gets him home then. She feels sick too and the alcohol is not the only reason. She tells herself he probably won't remember anything in the morning and she sure as hell is going to forget as well. This never happened. And she won't ever challenge his drinking abilities.
When Henry apologizes sheepishly for his misbehavior, as he calls it, the next morning and asks if he's done anything regretful, she denies because well, he didn't. It was nice and kind of welcome to feel something again. But it also made her realize that she is far from ready to be in any form of relationship with someone and she knows for sure he isn't either.

"So we are good?"

She smiles at him. "Yes, we are."