"How was your vacation?" Jo asked, looking over at Detective Hanson.

He looked up from the paperwork at his desk. "It was great. No snow, no rain, just perfect sunshine." He paused a moment. "So, you want to fill me in on the case we're working on?"

Jo began the long summary of how they had gotten to this point. It was almost two weeks since they had found the bodies, and there wasn't a single lead. Besides the correlation between this case and the one Henry had shared with her. They had done some more digging, but came up empty. It was beginning to look like this case was just going to be filed away with the rest of the cold cases.

"And you can't find a single piece of evidence to connect the murder to the previous case?"

She shook her head, and stood up to stretch her back. "I'm not surprised. The case is over a century old. And even if we did find a connection, I don't think it would make much difference."

"Jo."

Jo turned around to see Reece sticking her head out of her office. "Yes?"

"We've found something."

Both Martinez and Hanson rushed into Reece's office. As Hanson was closing the door, Henry popped into Jo's mind. She quickly put her hand on the door to stop Hanson from closing it. "We should get Henry up here before we start." She said, trying not to sound too excited. He was going to be thrilled that there was a break in the case.

For two weeks, Jo had watched Henry go from his normal, cheerful self to someone she didn't recognize. He was anxious all the time, often pacing back and forth and vanishing into his own mind. She knew he was worried about this case, as he worried about them all. But this one was different. It was as if it was consuming him from the inside out. Despite her best efforts to coax Henry out of his funk, nothing helped. Now, as Reece called Henry into her office, a spark of hope danced inside her. Maybe this new lead would be just what Henry needed to find his way back to the world.

The phone rang, and while he desperately wanted to answer it, Henry was a little busy at the moment. Cutting the heart out of a person was a delicate process, and he didn't want to ruin anything by rushing to the phone.

"Lucas!" He shouted. "Would you answer that, please!"

Lucas scurried back into the lab and picked up the phone in just the nick of time. "Hello? Assistant medical examiner speaking." There was a pause which made Henry chuckle, as Lucas rarely paused for anyone but Reece. She makes him nervous. "Yes, Lieutenant; Henry is right here." Lucas pulled the phone away from his ear and placed a hand over the speaker. "It's for you, Doc."

Henry gently placed the freshly cut heart in a pan, and quickly pulled his gloves off. "Hello, Lieutenant. What can I do for you?"

"You should come upstairs to my office. There is new evidence on the-" She wasn't even finished speaking before Henry cut her off.

"I'll be right up." He said, slamming the phone back on the receiver.

"News on the case?" Lucas asked.

Henry simply gave Lucas a wave of his hand before disappearing out of the morgue. He considered waiting for the elevator, but he knew he would be too impatient to wait for it. Taking the stairs two at a time, he was quite out of breath by the time he reached the floor where Reece's office was located. He took the time to compose himself before walking out onto the floor and heading for her office.

When he got there, he could see Detective Hanson and Jo were already sitting down, waiting to here the news. Jo smiled at him and he could see the excitement in her eyes. She was just as excited about this break in the case as he was.

"Now that we're all here," Lieutenant Reece said, gesturing for Henry to close the door. "Early this morning, someone called into 911 to report a strange smell coming from the basement of their apartment building. Apparently, he wasn't the first person to smell it. However, he was the first person to say anything. When the police got there, they found something quite...gruesome. The basement itself was fine; however, after examining further, they found a hidden room."

"Our murder scene," Henry said.

She nodded. "Yes."

"Before you leave to investigate," Reece said, stopping Jo as she was about to leave. "I need to warn you. The police said it was shocking to see. Granted, everyone can't stomach blood, but I know these men personally. If they say it's bad, then it's bad."

Henry nodded, walking over to the door, and turning to Jo, said. "Ready?"

"Absolutely."

The car ride to the crime scene was silent. Several times during their trip, Jo thought about talking to Henry about the weird mood he was in. However, she thought better of it every time she turned to look at him. His face was as solid as a stone; serious and focused. In fact, Henry didn't even notice Jo starring at him. This gave her a chance to study her partner.

Besides the obvious seriousness of his facial features, there was something else hidden behind his eyes. She had often seen it during other cases, especially when they were close to solving them. It was a wisdom that you rarely saw in someone as young as Henry. As if he had lived a thousand lifetimes, seeing life in every stage. The joy of a child playing with his father; the calm of a man going off to war, knowing he was in God's hands; the sadness of watching your friends perish, and you...the only one left. None of it made sense to Jo, and yet, somehow, it did. All the heartache and delight of the world culminating in the man sitting next to her.

Just as Jo was about to speak, the crime scene was before them. The building where this dreaded basement was located showed signs of wear and tear; the obvious result of a lack of upkeep. Police officers and yellow tape littered the entrance to the building, and several groups of people gathered to see what all the fuss was about. Henry and Jo got out of the car at the same time, with Henry holding up the yellow tape to allow her to pass. A police office around her father's age came up to them.

"You're detective Martinez?" He asked, looking at Henry.

"No," He said, smirking. "She is."

The officer looked over at Jo. "My apologies, ma'am. If you'll follow me this way, I'll take you to the crime scene." He paused, looking over at Henry. "But you'll have to stay here."

Before he could contradict the man, Jo spoke up. "No, he's with me."

The officer simply nodded, and walked them into the building. The smell Reece had talked about was apparent as soon as they entered. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't horrible. However, as the descended the stairs, it became more and more putrid. At one point, Jo turned away, trying to and take in the air coming from outside.

"Are you alright, Detective?" Henry asked, pausing on the step above her.

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." As she began to walk across the basement, toward the crime scene, Jo felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw Henry holding out his scarf to her. "What's this for?" She asked.

"The smell." He said simply.

Jo hesitated taking in, but she knew it would be helpful. Wrapping it around her neck, she pulled it up to her face and took a deep breath. It smelled of Henry - a mix of aftershave and tea. She was thankful the scarf hid the slight smile on her face.

"Here we are," The officer said. "You may want to brace yourselves. It's the worst I've ever seen."

"Thank you, Officer," Henry said, for both of them. As the officer began to walk away, he turned to look at Jo. "Does it help?" He was referring to the scarf.

She nodded, and gave a muffled reply. "Yes, thank you."

Little did the detective know how much she would rely on that scarf over the next hour, for the smell inside that room was worse than death.