Hanson wasn't surprised to see Henry make a break for it. After hearing his breakdown in his office, it only made sense. Henry would do whatever he could to get Jo back safely to them all. That was why he didn't get out of the car to stop him. Hanson merely watched as Henry sprinted toward the first warehouse.

Within a few moments, several squad cars had pulled in. Hanson got out of the car and explained the situation. Despite the advice of the officers, he gave the order to remain where they were. Now that Henry was in there, unarmed and defenseless, retrieving Jo would be more

difficult. He chose to see if Henry could do. Could he bring Jo out without a problem? He sure hoped so. Hanson didn't want two friends lives to mourn.

Jo had heard the footsteps coming toward her, but she chose to remain where she was. Let the killer see her weep. Maybe he would take pity on her and kill her quickly; get this nightmare over with.

The door had opened and she fully expected to be beaten right there. But something was wrong. For some reason, the killer wasn't making a single move. Could it be that he was actually sorry to see what he had done to her?

"Jo."

She heard her name, and felt the operating table move slightly. Instinctively, Jo put her hands in front of her face to protect herself. But, again, something was wrong. There was no punch. No hit. Nothing. Then, her mind began to register the sound of the person's voice. It wasn't the killer. It was something far more familiar and welcoming.

Putting her hands down, she squinted to see who it was. A mixture of relief, joy, and disbelief flooded her heart and mind. Sitting in front of her, with eyes as gentle as the wings of a butterfly, was Henry. Jo let out a small sound she couldn't comprehend, and then threw herself into his arms. Immediately, she felt his own arms wrap around her. At the feeling of them, she pulled herself closer to him, as if that were possible. Tears began to flow again, but this time, they were tears of joy.

"Jo," He whispered into her ear. "I am so sorry."

His words puzzled her, so she pulled back slightly and searched his face. "For what?"

Henry didn't respond, but only pulled her back into his arms again. She sighed, wanting to stay like that forever. But she knew something still wasn't right. Pulling back again, she voiced her concern to Henry, who's eyes registered what she was saying. The killer was still out there; probably in this building. They needed to get out there.

Carefully, Henry slid Jo off the operating table and helped her get her bearings. Just to be safe, he kept one arm around her, in case she stumbled. It took them longer than Jo would have liked to reach the end of the hallway. As they turned the corner, she was relieved to see the stairs leading down to the second floor.

"Henry, wait!" She said as urgently as possible. "Listen."

He turned his ear toward where she was looking, and his eyes widened. "That's him, isn't it?"

Footsteps were coming toward the stairs quite quickly. They didn't have much time to react. Henry practically dragged Jo to the nearest room. It was much larger than the closet they previously occupied. Light streamed through the windows, illuminating the wall nearest them. Jo could see the door had a lock on it; thankfully. She pointed it out to Henry, who placed her gently into a chair and went to secure the door.

Just as the click of the lock reached her ears, Jo heard the sound of the killer cursing. He had found out. Now, all they could do is pray and wait for someone to come find them, before the killer broke down the door and ended this once and for all.

Henry turned and looked at his friend sitting in the chair. The light streaming through the windows gave him the ability to assess her injuries. Jo looked better than he expected her to, judging from the man's previous murders. She had multiple lacerations on her face, and one of

her eyes was incredibly swollen. There were marks on her wrists, obviously from restraints. Probably rope. Other than that, he couldn't see anything else physically wrong. Emotionally and psychologically, however, was a different story.

He could tell just by how she held herself, that fear had gotten the best of her. Her eyes were full of anxiety and uncertainty, sending a pang of guilt through his heart. If only Henry had found her sooner, maybe the damage could have been prevented? Walking over to her, he knelt down and took one of her hands.

"Are you okay?" He said, softening his voice as much as he could.

Jo smiled, but it didn't touch her eyes. "Other than some bumps and bruises, I'm doing okay."

Henry gave her a look, which revealed his lack of belief in her words. "You know you can tell me the truth."

She smiled again, this time more faintly, before looking down at her hands. "It's nothing, Henry. I'll be okay."

He nodded, and stood up. "I'll be here when you're ready."

As he turned away, Jo reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Thank you."

He nodded again, before allowing his face to become serious. "You should let me check to see if you have any serious injuries."

Jo nodded, and stood up slowly. Henry began making an assessment, starting with her face and making his way down. His initial thoughts on the injuries to her face were correct. The most serious injury was the black eye. The rest of her body didn't take much damage, much to his relief. There was some slight bruising around her ribs, and he apologized profusely when his touch made her jump.

"Did that hurt?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but I'll be okay."

"Stop saying that," Henry responded, after a long pause.

Her eyes widened a little at his tone. "What?"

He stood up after checking her legs and put his hands gently on her shoulders. "You've just been through quite an ordeal." He said, pausing to look toward the door. "And it may not even be over yet. You don't have to pretend to be strong. Especially in front of me."

There was a long pause between them, which made Henry uncomfortable. The two of them had always been able to confide in one another. Granted, they had their secrets and sometimes kept their guard up. But that never kept Henry from being there for Jo, or vice versa. A surge of anger went through his heart. What little trust they had was ripped away by the killer.

"Henry."

Looking up, he saw Jo's eyes wide with fear. "What?"

She looked past him and at the door. Turning to see what she was looking at, the anger in his heart burned bright. Without their realizing it, the killer had found his way into the room. His gun was poised directly at Jo's head.

"Congratulations, Doctor Morgan. You get to watch Jo die."