Hello folks,

thank you so much for your reviews so far. I loved last night's episode, especially the Henry-Molly-scene in the hospital. But because the plot I naturally had some difficulties to fit a kiss between Henry and Jo into it, but I came up with something nonetheless. Hope you like it!

01x16: Memories of Murder

She's ridiculously tired when she's on her way home. The day's been really long and staying in the hospital for hours with Henry really didn't make it better.

Jo's picked up some pizza on the way and quickly parks her car near her apartment. She's looking forward to spending the evening on her couch, watching mindless TV and relaxing a little.

Almost at the steps to her apartment door, she stops abruptly when she notices someone sitting there and obviously waiting for her.

"Henry?", she recognizes as she gets closer.

"Hello detective," he says and she thinks he sounds upset, which doesn't make much sense because he was alright at the hospital, at least after they got informed Molly will be recovering just fine.

Henry gets up when she's reached up and follows her kind of uninvited into her apartment. So much for spending a quiet evening alone on her couch.

"Can I get you anything?", she asks as she shrugs out of her coat and sets the pizza box on the kitchen counter. "Beer, wine, water?"

"Something a little bit stronger might be helpful," he replies and it makes her look at him, really look at him for the first time in hours. He appears terrible to be honest, tired and beat and like he aged a lot ever since they found Jennifer trying to kill his girlfriend.

Her stomach drops for a second as she realizes that Henry being completely upset, wanting to get drunk and not being at the hospital anymore might actually mean that Molly didn't survive the attack. Biting her lip, she quickly makes her way over to the bar and prepares them each a drink.

Henry sits down on the couch, his gaze focusing on a spot on the carpet and Jo feels a little helpless.

Giving him his drink, she sits down next to him, her body turned towards him, their knees brushing.

"Will you tell me what's going on, Henry?", she asks gently, letting the scotch circle in her class.

He sighs, appearing completely depressed. Taking a deep breath, he rubs his fingers over his eyes.

Jo waits, thinking he isn't going to react any further, but then he retrieves a picture out of his jacket and shows it to her.

It's obviously a very old picture and it shows a woman. She's blond and gorgeous and she remind her very much of Henry's currently girlfriend. However, it doesn't take her very long to figure out who she's looking at.

"That's Abigail, right?", she asks quietly and sees Henry nod into his hands. She takes a closer look, taking in Abigail's surroundings and god, it seems like it's set somewhere in the fifties.

"How long ago did you and Abigail split up again?", she asks because it's really odd, but Henry still doesn't look up, just drowns his scotch.

"Please don't tell me that's what you are actually focusing on," he grumbles darkly and Jo shoots him a look.

"Well, what do you want me to say? That she looks like Molly and that you obviously have a type?"

Henry rolls his eyes. Usually he's so much of a gentleman, so when he's actually annoyed and shows it, it's entirely unexpected. "I do not have a type. The point is, I felt drawn to her because I'm still not over Abigail." It seems like even saying her name pains him.

Jo sighs and puts the picture on the table. "Henry…it's okay to be sad and still missing her. Maybe you aren't ready yet, but you'll get there, I promise." She can't help herself and puts her hand over his, gently stroking his skin and she thinks he actually smiles a little at her.

"Sean's been dead for a little over a year now and while I still miss him, I feel like I'm getting better."

"Well, Abigail and I have been apart longer and obviously I am not as good as I thought," he says depressed and it makes Jo wonder again.

"When did you split up?"

He shoots her a funny gaze. "A while ago."

"How long ago?", she asks then and that's when Henry sighs.

"She died fifteen years ago."

Abruptly, Jo takes the picture back and stares at the woman. Disbelievingly, she stares back at her partner. "Either you dated a woman old enough to be your mother or I really don't get what you're saying."

Something flashes in his eyes and he actually looks mad for a second. A moment later, the emotion is gone.

"I'll have you know Abigail and I were a perfect fit."

She thinks there's definitely something he's not telling but Jo figures he's not in the right mind to be questioned right now. Knowing she definitely has to change the subject now, she blurts out the first thing that comes to her mind.

"Maybe you should deliberately try the dark haired kind for a while." Her eyes widen because even in her own ears it damn straight sounds like some kind of dirty invitation and Henry tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.

"Why? Are you offering?"

She bites her lip, blushes because she walked right into that one, but he's usually too much of a gentleman to acknowledge any slips.

"You know, maybe you're right. I told Molly I'm developing feelings for her, but at the same time I knew they weren't actually for her but for Abigail." He takes her class of scotch she's put on the table a few minutes ago, and drowns it as well and she figures he wants another refill.

Three glasses, small glasses at least, later he starts talking again. Jo is sitting next to him again and figures she's going to be the one fighting his demons tonight.

"You know even Abe told me I should go out there again," he says, trying for casual, but he's slightly slurring. "He thinks it's time for me to let go of his mom and care for someone else again."

Okay, now he's definitely talking crazy because now he's not making any sense anymore. While the picture even looks old enough for Abigail to be actually Abe's mom, she knows it has to be wrong because that would make Abigail almost thrice as old as Henry. Fifteen years ago Abigail would have been something around seventy-five and Henry twenty.

Shaking her head, she tries to clear it. Math had never been her favorite subject in school.

"We found her cooking book today. You could even still read "Abigail Morgan" on it," he tells her, his head resting on the back of her couch and Jo's eyes widen. Her head is spinning because what does that mean? What is he saying?

"If I ever date someone not blond, it will be you," he suddenly says, effectively cutting off every train of thought, "because you're pretty hot, funny and I like you a lot."

Oh my god! What is she supposed to say to that? Being drunk, he's even dropping his heavy accent a little.

She definitely noticed kind of conditional he used. Oh my god!

"Henry," she starts, finally daring to look up at him and she lets out a shocked laugh when she notices he's fast asleep.

He's cute, sleeping like that, his tongue peeking out a little. Jo smiles and gets up, grabbing the blanket from the nearest armchair and drapes it over him.

He will be having a hell of a headache tomorrow and she'll definitely ask him about what exactly he meant by Abigail being Abraham's wife and how old exactly she was when she died, but for now she'll let him sleep off his pain.

Leaning down, she presses a quick kiss to his cheek and blushes a little as she realizes that when she starts dating again, Henry Morgan will be an interesting choice.