Hey guys,

I wanted to say thanks for your amazing reviews so far. It's always nice to pay a visit and see so many of you left a comment, so thanks alot.

Here's the next one. I have to admit it wasn't easy to write it because there wasn't really a scene between Jo and Henry which had really much potential for a kiss, so I had to get a little more creative :D I hope it did turn out okay. Here it goes. Enjoy.

01x14: Hitler on the Half Shell

He can't get the image out of his head. It's disturbing and so terrible and yet he doesn't exactly know to feel about Adam. Abe's right. He might be a bad person and sadistic, if Julian's body is any indication, but he's also been a victim. What these doctors have done to him… Henry can't even imagine the pain.

He looks over to Abe who's been looking at all objects in his parent's box for most of the evening now.
Abigail and he told Abe very early that they weren't his biological parents and while Abe never said anything differently, Henry sometimes imagined that Abe might long for his real parents.

"You've always been my dad, Henry. Like Abigail's always been my mom. This," Abe suddenly says, shaking the box carefully, "doesn't change that." He looks like he means it and Henry smiles gently at him.

"I know, Abraham. For me, it doesn't change anything either." He gets up and puts his coat back on. He feels like Abe should have some time to himself and he needs to get some air.

He thinks about Jo. Ever since their last case, things have been a little more distant between them. Henry figures it has something do to with the fact that being that close to him, sitting in the snow and missing her husband has made her uncomfortable afterwards. To be honest, he's a little disappointed by that. He likes Jo. A lot. And he likes spending time with her, solving cases. But ever since the one evening in January, she's always with Hanson and Henry fears she might not take him out into the field any longer.

Deciding, he needs to talk to her he starts making his way towards her neighborhood, only making a quick stop at the Mexican around her corner to get some takeout.

The light is on, so he quickly decided to knock. A few seconds later, Jo appears. She looks a little surprised to see him, and Henry smiles bravely.

"Henry," she says, sounding a little funny.

"Hi," he answers, tilting his head a little and shifting forward a bit. "I needed to get out of the house. Abe needs some time alone."

Jo looks horrified. "Oh god, he's not with some woman, is he?"

Henry laughs, not having expected that. "No, no. It's something else. May I come in?"

"Of course," she murmurs, blushing a little and steps aside to let him in. "Do you want something to drink?", she asks as she closes the door behind them.

"A tea would be nice," he says, remembering her little alcoholic tendencies.

"Alright."

He watches as she makes her ways into the kitchen. She's changed into sweatpants and a comfortable hoodie and Henry finds he likes the casual look.
"I've brought something to eat," he says, tugging himself back into reality and Jo casts a look at him.

"Okay," she tells him and suddenly he thinks something is really off with her. He quickly makes his way into the kitchen as well and pretty much corners her, ignoring her startled look.

"Do you want me to go?", he asks straightforward. Something about this woman is really driving him insane.

"No-I-what…," she takes a deep breath, blushes and shakes her head, her gaze down. "Look, I'm sorry, Henry."

He carefully places the takeout bag on the kitchen counter and takes a step closer. "What is going on, Jo? I feel like you have been avoiding me."

She bites her lip, shrugging a bit. "Fine. Okay. I may have." Suddenly she seems almost frantic and Henry takes a step back, shocked. "Look, even I don't know what's going on here. I'm supposed to cry because the man I loved is dead and not feel like I've had an amazing date with someone else," snaps frustrated.

Okay, now nothing is making sense anymore. What the hell is she talking about? Is she seeing someone else? As in besides him? He doesn't know how he feels about that.

"Jo, it's okay to move on at some point. Actually it's a must," he hears himself saying, "I doubt Sean would have wanted you to be miserable forever."

She looks up at him again, a shy smile reaching across her face. "I know. I'm sorry I snapped at you and that I've been avoiding you." She walks around him, taking the takeout with her.

He follows. "Well, it's alright, even if I still haven't figured out why you've been avoiding me. I mean, shouldn't you-" Henry cuts himself off when he notices the look she's sending his way.

Like he's the biggest idiot in the world. Like, duh! doesn't even cover it and he feels like he's missing something. Henry goes through Jo's recent behavior and their last words and then his eyes widen and he stares at her in wonder for a second.

"Sherlock's figured it out," Jo says drily, digging into her food and for a second Henry doesn't know what to do because she has more or less told him she likes him and thought of their little encounter a few weeks ago as a date and what does that mean?

He doesn't know what to do for a minute, but she seems okay for the moment, so he decides to sit down as well. It's a little bizarre because Jo likes him and he's not gotten the chance to say anything in return yet and what's most confusing is that she doesn't seem to think he owns her answer or anything.

"Jo," he starts, even though he doesn't know what he's going to say. But he needs to say something.

She sighs. "Henry, why don't you sit down and eat your dinner?"

"Because I want things for us to be normal again."

"Look, we're fine."

"No, we're not. We're awkward and I don't want that." He gets up, his heart beating a mile a minute. "That night…it felt like a date to me, too."

She looks surprised. "And you're okay with that?"

He shrugs, forcing himself to look her in the eye. "I guess. I like you, Jo. I like spending time with you, I liked holding your hand and having you close."

"What are you saying?", she asks a little flushed and Henry sits down next to her.

"I am saying we don't need to label this, make more of it as it is. So we had a date and according to how it went, I would say we both would like to do that again some time. It does not get more serious than-"

He's interrupted by Jo's lips which she presses against his. It's technically a kiss, but it's a very simple, shy one. She pulls back a second later, but Henry, whose hand has risen to cup her cheek, holds her in place.

"I liked that as well," he says breathlessly and Jo blushes.

"I did, too."

They slowly grin at each other and silently agree not to press this any further tonight, so they both take their Mexican again.

"You never told me why you felt the need to leave Abe alone," Jo suddenly says and Henry nods, taking a bite.

"Well, it's a long story. In 1945, Abraham happened to be in Auschwitz…"