A/N: For those who wondered just how Jo took the news of Henry's immortality. Don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you think... Thanks everyone who favorited/followed this story.

I'm supposed to say at some point that these characters don't belong to me... yada, yada, yada - however if the owners can't find a network to air the show can I claim them as orphans and call them my own?

What was she going to do? Jo couldn't even think. Some guy Henry called Adam shot and killed Henry, causing Henry to ... reincarnate? No, be reborn? Her brain just stuttered, until she recalled Henry took the pugio, it was the reason she followed him after all - to get the pugio back before it was missed. The pugio, now covered with Henry's prints, last recorded location Henry's lab, checked out of evidence by Henry's assistant. The pugio murders was still an active case, the pugio the all-important motive clue - and Henry gave it to his murderer. Where was it now? She had rushed from Henry's place back to that subway tunnel, but the place was crawling with transit cops and others from the local precinct. She didn't recognize anyone and didn't hang around to be recognized. She did see them bring up an evidence bag with something long in it. The pugio Henry gave to Adam? Where was Adam? Who was Adam?

Jo didn't go back to Abe's Antiques; she couldn't face Henry. She couldn't protect him from his own folly. Why hadn't he come to her in the first place? Why hadn't he confided this to her - at least some of it - back when she could have done something? What was it about Adam that short circuited his ability to think rationally? She was so frustrated she couldn't sleep, couldn't think clearly.

Henry was immortal. He could be killed; he just didn't stay dead. She couldn't wrap her mind around that. It wasn't real. Dead people stayed dead. Sean was dead. What was Henry?

Jo shook her head and spent the night walking.

"Heads up Jo, the shit hit the proverbial fan last night," Mike Hanson paused, peering into his partner's face, "Hey are you alright?" the news forgotten in his concern for Jo.

"Sleepless night," Jo evaded, unwilling to lie to her partner. The situation did give her a better appreciation for Henry's reluctance to share his secret, but she was still mad at him over Adam.

"You look like hell." Mike had issues with compassion. "Normally I'd be all ears and sympathy," that got him a look, "but you need to pull yourself together. IA's here. The pugio was found in an abandoned subway tunnel with Henry's finger prints all over it. No one's seen Lt. Reese yet today and Lucas is in the hot seat. Watch yourself." Mike rushed.

Jo stopped in her tracks. Internal Affairs had the pugio? That blasted pugio. "Damnit Henry!" She hissed.

"Yeah, but keep your cool. You're to stay at your desk until IA questions you." Mike was cautiously looking around as he spoke. It was only then Jo realized she was the center of everyone's attention. No one looked friendly. Jo sat down, then thinking better of it she went to the ladies room and looked in the mirror. Mike was right she was a mess. How had her uncle phrased it? "You look like the 4th day of a 3 day pass." Her eyes were blood shot, makeup smudged, hair frizzy and windblown. She washed her face, combed her fingers through her hair, and thanked God that she had at least showered and brushed her teeth that morning and put on clean clothes. Satisfied, or at least as satisfied as she could be, Jo left the restroom and returned to her desk ignoring all the stares.

Jo knew what the silent treatment was about. They thought she might be a bad cop and NYPD didn't need any more of those. Word had likely gotten out that Henry had Lucas check out the pugio and then walked off with it. Henry was her partner. Her friend. Heck, there was some kind of pool going on when (and where) Henry would finally ask her out. She wasn't supposed to know about it. Mike had $50 riding on Henry asking her at a crime scene. Jo could actually see Henry doing that. Time of death, approximately 7:30am; cause of death, asphyxiation; Jo, would you like to go out and get a beer after work?

Where was her head? Jo shook her head and caught herself about to rub her eyes. She pulled her hair back and used a spare hair tie to keep it out of her face. She then shuffled papers around her desk for what felt like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes.

"Jo, how are you doing?" Henry's voice scraped her nerves. She could feel every eye turn to glare at them and cringed.

"Please go Henry. I'll talk to you later if I can." She avoided looking at him.

"What's wrong Jo? Is it about last night?" At least he had the decency to keep his voice down.

"Later Henry." She really didn't want to be having any conversations with him right now, especially right now.

Mike came over. "She asked you to go doc."

Henry stared at him and then looked around. "I see," he said, then turned back to Jo. "I'll be in the lab if you need me." He paused a moment more and then, mercifully, left. Jo released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding and almost jumped when she finally heard her name called.

"Martinez get in here." It was the IA officer.