Chapter two; I'm no Adam
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Dinner went by relatively quickly with all the stories Henry and Abe had to share. Each story Henry shared relief washed over him as he realised he didn't have to lie about his past and he could actually share them with someone other than Abraham. The stories didn't only have relief for the Immortal doctor, but for his son a partner too. Abraham didn't have to worry what would happen after he past away because he knew his father had someone to spend his days with, while Jo now knew she was trusted and that in some way she was now apart of their family.
"So he punched the guy square on the nose. His hand needed an ice-pack afterwards, but the fact that he who could always keep himself in check gave in to a moment of rage." Jo laughed as she recalled the memory of Henry punching the man on the nose to protect Iona's honor. Abe howled with laughter as his father gave him a disapproving look.
"Well it wasn't the first time that I punched someone to protect a woman's honor. In fact I was got into a fist fight when someone spoke indecently about their girlfriend. I also went to face one of Abigail's previous suitors leading to the discovery of my secret to her." Henry stated the matter- of- a -fact. "Oh, there was also a time where I…"
"Wow, Pops. I never knew you got yourself into so much trouble."
"Yeah, Henry. What happened to being calm and collective?" Jo said with a giggle. Henry gave them both a disapproving look before Abe stood up.
"Well, these old bones are going to bed. I'm not as young as you two." Abe stated with a laugh before giving his father a kiss goodnight and walking off to bed. "Night, Jo." Abe called back as he entered his room.
"Well, I think I'll follow Abe's example after helping you clean up." Jo said as she stood up and started collecting the plates, but Henry stubbornly shook his head and also stood up.
"There is no way I'm letting a fine lady such as yourself drive at this hour. You will sleep in my quarters and I will occupy the couch and I will not under any circumstances take no for an answer." Henry stated as he started cleaning the 'mess' they had made after dinner. Jo was about to argue, but as her mind was struggling for words she answered without thinking.
"Alright."
After they had cleaned up and Jo had went to sleep in a shirt and sweatpants of his. Henry just couldn't sleep. Instead he went down to his laboratory and started writing his recent death in one of his personal journal's which catalouged every death since 2014. His first journal dated back to 1855. Nothing of utmost importance happened that year, but it was when he swam to shore after another horrific death and realized that he needed a way out. The rest of his journal's filled about five of his book cases. As Henry read what he wrote he smile to himself. He wasn't focusing on the words he'd written, but images of Jo flashed in front of his eyes. He was so relieved that even though he lived a painful and meaningless long life, it had granted him the gift of acceptance once more.
As minutes turned into an hour he heard someone walking down the steps of his lab. As he looked up he locked eyes with none other than the young detective.
"Jo? Is everything alright?" He questioned as he closed his journal of death. She glanced around nervously and… frightened. She shook her head as silent tears slowly rolled across her cheeks.
"I… c-can't s-sleep" She gasped as if her nightmares were still lurching in her mind. He nodded knowing exactly what was frightening her. The poor woman had just witnessed his death a few hours ago. He walked over to her and just as he stretched her arm out to her she grasped his waist tightly. "You won't b-be gone once I wake up?" She questioned shakily still holding on rather tightly.
"No. I'm not going anywhere."
The next morning both Henry and Jo were early for work mostly since there had been a new murder to solve, but such was life.
"Her name was Samantha Hendricks, age 35 and worked as a nurse at the age of 26 until the age of 31 when she retired. She was currently in a relationship with Mark Osborn before she was raped and then killed." Henry said as he explained his vast knowledge of Samantha. Jo sucked in a deep breath. Hanson seeing the discomfort piped in.
"So we speak with the boyfriend first. Alright, well done Doc and you didn't even have to do an autopsy." Hanson praised.
'Well, that wasn't necessary given the condition we found her in, but I still have to do an autopsy so I can give my full report. You two can go ahead I'll join you a next time." Henry said with a smile Jo nodded and left with Hanson without another word. "Lucas bring me my tools." Henry said to his assistant M.E who was reading one of his 'graphic novels'.
"Sure thing, Doc." Lucas said as he smiled like an idiot and quickly went to fetch them in his office. Not a minute later Lucas stuck his head through the door. "Uhm, Doc there's someone on the phone for you." Lucas said with a rather confused expression.
"Yes, who is it Lucas?" Henry asked not bothering to turn around as he was too focused on the body in front of him.
"That's the thing he didn't say who he was just that he needs to speak with you, boss. Is everything alright with Jo? She looked upset." Lucas said as he frowned.
"Well that's odd, but as for your concern about Jo everything should be alright with Detective Martinez." Henry said as he took off his gloves and walked over to Lucas to answer the phone. As he accepted the phone he shooed his assistant away. "Lucas, please prepare Ms. Hendricks for the autopsy."
"You got it, Boss."
"Hello?" Henry answered when Lucas left.
"Hello, Henry. How is Detective Martinez?" A unfamiliar voice asked over the line.
"Adam?!" Henry questioned as fear gripped his heart.
"Oh, no. I'm no Adam, but you might say were acquaintances. My name is Mark Osborn. I'm your suspect in this investigation."
"You did this to Samantha?" Henry questioned as he felt anger rise up in his throat. She was your girlfriend!" Henry almost shouted.
"Ah well, how else was I supposed to get your attention. Oh and I know you won't tell on me."
"I will most certainly."
"I doubt that, because you wouldn't want anything to happen to Jo. She and I knew each other a while back when she was drinking her pain away." Mark said with emphasis on the drinking.
"If you come near her I'll…"
"You'll what doctor? I have the upper hand since I know exactly where Jo lives. I remember how she said my name breathlessly under her blanket. She has quite the voice."
"You son of a bitch." Henry said angrily.
"Here's what I want you to do doctor I want you to meet me at Abe's antique's in ten minutes or I'll definitely show my presence to your sweetheart and if you think of telling her about this you'll find her in the East river only she won't be alive." The man hung up leaving Henry with a sinking feeling in his chest. Anger took a hold off Henry and he swiftly swept his arm across his desk knocking files, paperwork and pens off of it. Why couldn't Adam leave him alone. If it wasn't the 2000 year old immortal it was someone he send in his place.
"Whoa. Is everything alright, Doc?" Lucas asked as he witnessed Henry's outburst.
"Oh… y-yes, Lucas I need to attend a rather personal matter, but can you please leave a message for Jo since I can't tell her myself?" Henry asked rather shakily.
"Sure, Doc." Lucas eyed his boss carefully.
"Please tell her to meet me at the shop when she gets here. Oh and please ask detective Hanson to join us. There is someone I want them to meet."
"Alright, Doc. But what about Samantha?" He questioned confusedly.
"I trust you'll be able to finish up here for me. This is rather a troublesome acquaintance of mine." Henry stated as he grabbed his coat and headed for the elevator. His assistant was speechless. He simply watched as Henry rushed off.
I just had to make chapter like this to show that Adam isn't going to leave Henry alone. Next chapter is where Henry meets his third stalker and where Jo and Hanson saves his ass. You guys are awesome... I'm awesome... I love cookies... So does my BF...