Author's Note:

Anyone else find the connection between this story's title and last week's episode mildly ironic? Anyway, here's another chapter! It's a short one (as all my chapters usually are). Getting ready to work on chapter three :)

God bless,

LovedLik3Wildfire

1902

"Doctor Morgan, you should go home and rest."

Henry looked up from his desk at the sounds of the police chief's voice. There he stood, leaning against the door frame of his office, with his coat in hand. Looking over at the clock, Henry let out a sigh of fatigue. It was almost midnight, and in the last four hours, he had gone from his desk to the bodies in the morgue, and back again. Despite his best efforts, there was not a single piece of evidence that could reveal the identity of the murderer.

"Doctor Morgan," Chief O'hara said again, this time in a firmer tone. "Go home."

"Sir, I am certain the identity of our killer can be found if I just-"

"No," He said, cutting Henry off. Sighing slightly, he shifted his tone to one of sympathy. "Henry, you are the best medical examiner I have ever had the pleasure of working with. Your skills of observation are superb, and on more than one occasion, you have been the reason behind catching a killer. But sometimes, no matter how skilled you are, you just don't catch 'em."

Henry knew Chief O'hara was right. Despite his decades upon decades of experience, there were cases in which the killer simply slipped from their grasp, never to be found. As he rose from his chair, he knew this was one of those cases. It was irritating beyond belief, but what could one do?

"You are right, sir," He said, cleaning up the paperwork on his desk. "I haven't slept in over 24 hours. Rest will do me good."

Just as the Chief was about to respond, the phone on Henry's desk rang. Both men looked at it in surprise. No one called this late at night.

"Hello?" Henry said, trying not to sound too exhausted.

"Is the Chief with you?"

He nodded, as if the person on the other end could see. "Yes; hold on a moment."

Passing the phone over to the Chief, Henry began to get ready to leave. He left some of the paperwork on his desk, knowing full well he would return to it tomorrow. Just as he was sliding his coat on, he caught a glimpse of the Chief's face. It had gone from his happy, go-lucky smile to ashen. Something must be horribly wrong; Chief O'hara never looked fearful.

"What is the matter, Sir?" He asked the moment the Chief put the phone back on the receiver. There was quite a bit of time before he responded to Henry's question. However, when he did, his heart sank.

"Peggy has been...murdered."

Present Day

"Henry?"

Jo had been throwing out bits of information about the supposed crime scene, when she realized Henry wasn't listening. In fact, for the past five minutes, Henry hadn't even moved from where he was kneeling. He was fixated on a single spot on the ground, where they had found the second woman. Yet, Jo knew he wasn't even really looking. He was thinking.

"Henry?"

Finally, Henry looked up at her with a startled expression. "Were you saying something, Detective?"

"Uh, yes, I was," She responded, slightly irritated.

He rose, walking over to her. "My apologies. I was just...thinking, that's all. Please, repeat what you were saying."

She nodded, still wary he would get lost in his thoughts again. "I was saying, isn't it a bit odd that there is no blood trail? I mean, if the killer dumped theses women here, surely there would be some blood to be traced back to where he parked his car."

Henry smiled slightly. "You are right, Jo. Certainly, there would be evidence of the man (or woman) bringing the bodies to their resting places. However, from what I gather, he had some assistance."

"From whom?"

"Not whom, but what," He said pausing for effect, before walking over to the only door in the back of the room. "This door is unusually large. When this building was constructed, the doors leading outside were purposefully made this way, allowing for easy transfer of cargo. You could easily fit a small vehicle through this door." He paused again, kneeling down to look at the ground. "There are faint tire marks here. The killer brought the bodies in using a golf cart."

Jo stifled a laugh. "A golf cart?"

"Yes, a golf cart. If the women's bodies were positioned on the golf cart properly, the killer could keep all the blood inside the cart. Then, when he disposed of them, he could simply dispose of the golf cart as well. No one would ever be the wiser."

"Surely, the killer wouldn't be foolish enough to abandon the golf cart near by. His or her prints would be all over it." Jo said, as she looked out one of the windows. "Unless..."

"What?" Henry asked, obviously intrigued.

"The killer isn't going to drive around a golf full of blood, and cleaning it would take too long," She said, walking out one of the side doors. "But putting it at the bottom of a harbor would get rid of the evidence just fine."

"Good thinking!" He declare, peering over the side of the dock and into the water. "Look!" Henry suddenly jumped to the ground, laying flat on his stomach.

"What on earth are you doing?" Jo asked, nervous he was going to fall into the harbor, he was leaning so far over the edge.

"Come down here," He said quickly, flailing one arm in the air.

She rolled her eyes and followed his example. Peering over the side, Jo laughed at what they were seeing. "Blood. Not much, but definitely enough to get a positive ID on whether it's one or both of our victims'."

The grin on Henry's face was obvious to Jo, even before she looked over at him. Despite working with Henry for a while now, she still loved seeing him so excited about a case. If anyone were to ever question his authenticity, she simply would bring them into the field with him. That would be proof enough.

They lay there for another moment, before she rose to her feet and pulled out her cell phone. She spoke quickly to Reece, explaining the evidence the two had found and how another sweep of the crime scene would be a good idea. Reece agreed and said she would send people over right away. As Jo was hanging up the phone, she noticed Henry was no longer on the ground, studying the blood, but was standing, watching her.

"What?"

He seemed surprised that she caught him looking. As she listened to him give a reason that seemed less than convincing, her concern for her partner grew. Whatever was bothering him was now bothering her. As the two of them walked back to the car, she decided it was time for Henry to fess up.

Surely, he couldn't hide his anxiety from her forever.