Okay so this is definitely not my finest piece of art, mostly because I really didn't know what to do about this episode. I liked it, but there weren't really any special moments and I kinda lacked inspiration. I'm posting this anyways, but I am not happy about this one. Hope you enjoy it anyway ;)

01x09: 6 A.M.

She can't get the music out of her head. Usually she isn't really the jazz kind, but somehow the sound has grown on her. It's Friday night and here she is, almost ready to go home, but wishing she wouldn't have to because nobody's there to come home to.

While she's shutting down her computer, she finds herself humming the tunes of 6 A.M. again. Wow, this really has grown on her. She can imagine herself dancing to that kind of music all of a sudden.

Jo thinks of the other thing that's grown on her lately. Well, a person. A certain doctor with an unbelievably amazing smile which kind of throws her for a loop. While she's still not sure what to make of him, his charming smile and handsome look.

She's never guessed this could be happening again, but Jo strangely feels like she's developing feelings for Henry Morgan.

Shaking her head as if to get rid of any similar thoughts, Jo packs her bag and heads for the elevator.

"Hey Jo, wait up," Hanson suddenly calls and she quickly turns around with a smile.

"Why are you still here? Thought you were long gone."

He shrugs, rolling his eyes. "There was this mountain of paperwork I needed to kill before going home."

With a sound, the elevator door open and they both get in.

"So uh there's something I've been meaning to ask you," he suddenly starts and Jo quirks an eyebrow at his fidgety. He seems nervous and is avoiding her eyes which means it's something personal. God, she sure as hell hopes it's not about her drinking habit again.

"What is it?", she asks irritated before she can stop herself.

"Is there something going on between Henry and you? He seems to be around more often and he keeps looking at you like you just came out of his own personal fantasy."

She blushes deeply, her heart jumping in her chest. She doesn't quite know what exactly Hanson's talking about, but…

"No, there's nothing going on between us. He's a coworker, nothing more," she says quickly. Too quickly.

Hanson raises an eyebrow. "Yeah well there's the blushing too whenever he smiles." He shrugs, his hands sliding into his front pockets. "Look, I think it's great if you've started to move on, but I really think he's a little creepy with all the death stuff and the knowing all. I'm just looking out for you, Jo."

She sighs. She knows he does. Ever since her husband died, Hanson's been very caring and protective of her. He's been trying to hide it since she asked him about it month ago, but he's not stopped completely.

"Okay, I'll just say this once because I obviously need to," she starts, her cheeks still flushed, "you really need to quit this, Hanson. I'm a big girl. I can care for myself. And while there's nothing going on between Henry and me, he's a nice and an amazing addition to our team. End of story."

They've finished their piano lesson and are enjoying a glass of red wine when there's a knock at the door.

Henry looks questioningly at Abe because he can't remember expecting anyone at this hour. They both don't have that many friends. Well, he certainly doesn't and Abe's been becoming a lot more isolated during the last few years. He thinks it's something he needs to talk to with Abe, but he doesn't quite know how. Henry doesn't want his boy to think he's to live closed off because of him. He always wanted Abraham to live his life as normal as possible.

When Abe shrugs, he gets up to open the door, only to reveal detective Mártinez.

Instantly he can't stop his smile. It's a reaction her presence always seem to cause lately. Whenever he thinks of her or she's around, he feels lighter and his face gets split into two by his large smile.

He has a feeling he knows where this is headed. It's obviously been love at first sight with Abigail but he's not stupid. Love is something he's studied quite interested during his life.

Henry hasn't decided how far he'll let this go or if he'll act on whatever his heart desires at one point. For now it seems enough that the mere thought of Jo Mártinez causes a warm feeling to run though him.

"Jo, to what do I owe the pleasure?", he asks, always polite and invites her in with a flourish move of his arm.

She bites her lip, but steps in nonetheless.

"Hi Henry, you busy?"

He's still surprised because he doesn't quite know why she's here. Not that she isn't welcome. Not by far. But they aren't that close that they do not-work-related visits on a Friday night.
"Actually, I am not. Abraham and I just finished out jazz session."

She quirks an eyebrow at that. "Your what?"

Henry laughs. "Abraham loves jazz and I sort of found my likeness for it as well."

"That's a nice coincidence," she tells him and he doesn't know what to make out of her sudden blush other than try to stop his heart from jumping out of his chest. Which is ridiculous.

"I know a sweet jazz club. You wanna go?"

He's speechless for a second because he can't understand if this is really happening or if he's just imagining things. Is Jo Mártinez actually asking him out? On a date?

"Sure he does," Abe says from behind them, "here's your coat. Have fun," he grins when he reaches them, Henry's jacket in hand.

"Uh thank you, Abraham," Henry says pointedly, ignoring Jo's grin and his own blush.

It doesn't take long until they are out in front of Jo's mentioned club. The music is loud and Henry's instantly reminded of why he doesn't go to these things. They are crowed, full of inebriated people, loud, airless, stifling.

Jo seems to notice his discomfort and grins. "Not your style, Henry?"

He smiles that charming smile of his. "No, not exactly, detective. I am more the lonely, quiet enjoyer of classical music. Clubs are not really my thing." He shrugs. "But I am open to anything tonight."

Henry thinks it's more than interesting that she blushes at that. He doesn't understand why exactly, but he likes it nonetheless.

Once they are inside and have left their jackets with the girl at the wardrobe, Henry notices Jo's obviously been home and changed since he's last seen her. She's wearing tight, dark jeans and a green shirt that somehow illuminates her whole face. Her brown hair falls in waves across her shoulders and well, damn, she looks hot.

"You look nice," he hears himself say and Jo smiles at him. "You don't look so bad yourself, Henry."

He likes how she says his name. He's never had a real opinion on his own name, but from her lips it sounds really nice. He eyes the people around them, some of them with drinks in their hands, others dancing to the relatively fast, jazzy song. Knowing about her little drinking habit, he decides dancing might be the better choice. It's what they are here for anyways and he not so secretly likes the picture in his own head of how he and Jo are slowly dancing, their bodies touching in all the right places to be still appropriate.

Henry extends his hand towards her and smiles invitingly. "May I have this dance?"
She blushes, laughs and shakes her head. "You're so old fashioned sometimes, Henry," but she takes his hand though and lets him pull her towards the dance floor.

The song is nice, not too fast or to slow, especially since they don't really know how to move around and with each other yet.

At some point, new times and new rules being screwed, Henry thinks since he's the one who asked her to dance, he'll simply be the one leading and so he just takes her hands and pulls her close enough so that he can put his hands on her waist.

He feels her initial surprise, but she comes willingly after a moment and soon they are dancing like they've done this a hundred times already. It's fun and they are laughing and it doesn't take long until the both of them are exhausted.

"Let's get some water," he whispers into her ear above the noise, "we need to stay hydrated."

Jo nods and makes his heart stop for a second when she just intertwines their fingers and leads him towards the bar. He knows this is probably kind of normal so that they don't lose each other in the crowd, but it feels terrifyingly right. Their hands fit perfectly and he can't help himself but softly stroke across the back of her fingers.

"Two waters please," he says to the barkeeper and extends a few bills. They guy nods and quickly brings their order.

Henry watches interested as Jo drowns her water, a droplet slowly rinsing down her throat and suddenly the club feels even warmer and he kind of wants to lean forward and lick it off of her skin.

He quickly drowns his own water in hope of cooling his burning thoughts. Henry doesn't really listen to the music, but suddenly Jo squeals uncharacteristically and glee is all over her face.

"Oh my god, I love this song," she says gleefully, roughly pulling him by the wrist back to the dance floor. It's a slow song and before he can even blink she's got her arms wrapped around his neck and he feels his own arms moving around her body on their own accord.

Swallowing against the feelings in his belly, he tries to concentrate on the music, but he's obviously not enough of a jazz fan yet, because his mind doesn't seem to focus on it. Instead Jo is all he seems to be able to see, hear, smell and feel.

She so close and alive against him and her temple is right next to his lips so he really can't stop himself from pressing them against it.

He gasps at his own actions, but Jo doesn't seem to mind, just steps closer into his personal space and now that he's tried it, it is like a drug. Henry leans in again, this time lingering longer and his breath hitches when he feels her fingers softly running through the hair at the nape of his neck.

Oh god, what are they doing? What the hell are they doing?

"Jo," he mumbles against her skin and she looks up at that, her pupils dilated and he realized she wants this, whatever this is. So he gives into the urge he's been trying to suppress every time they are around each other lately and touches his mouth to hers. He's surprised how soft it feels at first, not rough and hot like he thought it would be. It seems to be almost loving, which is amazing.

Her fingers are completely wrapped up into his hair by now, stroking softly along his scalp and he moans into her mouth. She opens up, her tongue touching his lips and he helplessly lets her in, losing himself in her.

Kissing has never been this amazing.

With Abigail he knows it's been love, but things were a lot more controlled then. Love and sex weren't as passionate and selfless as they are now, so this kiss kind of throws him for a loop.

She groans his name, grinding herself a little against his leg and he panics a little when he realizes he isn't quite ready for sex yet. He wants to or so his body is telling him, but it's entirely too early for this. He and Jo are friends at best and now that kissing seems to be an entirely realistic action between them, things have obviously evolved a bit, but he definitely things they should take one step at a time.

Breathlessly, he steps away from her and looks into Jo's eyes which are clouded with arousal. Her face shows confusion though.

"Believe me, I want this," he tells her, "but I do not want to mess this up by rushing things."

Jo nods. "I agree," she answers out of breath as well, but steps closer again and puts her head back on his shoulder.

He sighs, emotions finally starting to clear up in his head, and he pulls her closer, enjoying their dancing.

The song is over quickly and they decide to get some drinks and sit down for a while. They smile at each other when suddenly the familiar tunes of 6 A.M. start and while the beautiful song plays out, their hands slowly find each other and intertwine.