Chapter twenty-five: My WHAT?!

Hello my people! So many questions and so little time! I will maybe answer them and maybe not!

Jo quickly tossed away the item in her hand. She felt tears stream down her face as she stood in front of the mirror. She wasn't ready and was sure that Henry wasn't either. They had been married for two damn weeks! This was absolutely too soon! She can't be…

"Good morning, daring. How did you sleep?" Henry asked as he entered the bathroom. Jo quickly wiped the tears away from her eyes and put on her best fake smile.

"I slept great if you can count three hours as sleep." Jo stated as she rolled her eyes. "Can't we stay home just for today? I'm really tired." Jo lied smoothly.

"Unfortunately Hanson needs help on this case. He was pretty alarmed when he called this morning and I could practically hear Reece breathing down his neck." Henry frowned as he recalled their earlier conversation on the phone line. Jo giggled slightly at her husband's statement, but then sighed.

"I hate Mondays." Jo stated in agony.

"As do I, darling." Henry smiled as he placed a kiss on her lips. "Now come. Abraham has prepared a lovely breakfast and I am sure he wouldn't want it to go to waste."

After the two had eaten and said their farewell's to Abe they were on their way to the precinct for the first time in three weeks. The ride however was silently uncomfortable. Henry had clearly noticed it and wouldn't take his eyes off of his wife as a result. When Jo pulled into a parking spot however Henry decided to man up.

"Is something the matter, Jo?' Henry asked as he grasped her hand in his. Jo frowned for a moment as she looked into her husband's eyes, but shook her head. She wasn't going to tell him now. What if he didn't accept it?

"No, I'm fine." She stated shortly and slipped out of his grasp a bit too hasty in his opinion. With that she climbed out of the car.

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M.K laid on the table in the interrogation room with her leather jacket's hood over her eyes and tears running down her cheeks. She swayed her arm back and forth trying to stay calm instead of throwing the table through something. She lifted her hand to grasp her dog tag and held tightly onto it. She began to hum a lullaby that her husband used to sing to her when she couldn't sleep. Samuel's face flashed before her and anger took a hold on her heart. She jumped off of the table and picked up the chair standing next to it. She trough it swiftly across the room, effectively breaking it against the wall.

"I'm going to kill those two life stealers once and for all!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "You hear me you useless piece of NYPD assholes. Two bodies won't be surfacing the bloody East river! They're going to stay in the dirt for the rest of this bloody eternity!" M.K shouted as more tears flowed across her cheeks.

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"You see what I mean, Doc? She has been like this for the past four hours." Hanson stated as he shook his head. Henry stared at the young woman that was spread out on the table once more. She was clearly in the army and she was clearly an excellent soldier. Her voice tugged at his insides though. He hadn't exactly heard it before, but it sounded familiar. It was clear that she was from England. A true Brittan.

"Maybe I should have a talk with Miss Morgan? Maybe I'll have a bit more luck." Jo stated as she stood up from her chair. Henry however grabbed her wrist.

"Hold on, darling not yet. She mentioned two men just now as well as the East river. She couldn't possibly…" Henry trailed off giving his wife a look.

"I don't think so, Doc. Her family is the founders of several large and very successful companies. It would attract to much attention." Hanson stated as he looked between the two. "Right?"

"Of course it does attract too much attention, but who knows. We are dealing with two insane immortals. It could be possible…" Henry cut himself off as the young woman began to sing the lullaby he knew by heart. The lullaby he thought he'd never hear again.

"Henry?" Jo asked as she saw the shocked expression on his face, but he didn't answer her. He simply made his way out of the room and entered the interrogation room. M.K immediately stopped singing as the door closed behind Henry. The immortal man pulled up the chair that had survived M.K's fury and sat a few feet away.

"What's gotten into him?" Hanson asked as he arched his eyebrow. Jo shrugged her shoulders, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Where did you hear that song, Miss Morgan?" Henry asked determinedly. It was impossible for her to know the song if she wasn't somehow connected to him. He had written the song himself after all. She could quite possibly be his granddaughter.

"My husband wrote it." She simply answered. It was an easy question and it didn't have anything to do with Samuel whatsoever, so why not answer. Henry on the other hand turned visibly pale. He stared at the woman with wide eyes.

"You're Michael's wife!?" He asked as he rose to his feet. M.K's eyes widened and she threw off her hood, in the same movement she jumped off of the table standing face to face with Henry.

"How do you know his name?" M.K snapped angrily and defensively. Henry however couldn't move at all. Fear was clear on his face as he stared at the younger woman.

"Nora!" He exclaimed before he collapsed onto the ground. M.K on the other hand leapt backwards as she saw who exactly the man was. She leapt over the table getting as much distance between her and the unconscious immortal.

"Shit! Of all the people I have to be interrogated by?!" M.K stated as she stood against the wall. Hanson and Jo came rushing in a minute later. Hanson clearly confused and Jo filled with anger. When Jo made her way to Henry he woke up immediately. Too speechless to say anything or too filled with fear to think clearly.

"Nora?" Henry repeated like an old tape recorder. Jo glared at the young woman, was she really the woman that had caused her husband so much pain?

"Please don't call me by her name." M.K stated as her eyes grew bigger with desperation. Jo and Hanson gave each other a look.

"Hold on. What is going on?" Hanson asked in confusion. Henry however ignored his question. Too focused on the person before him.

"How do you know her? You couldn't possibly be like me?" Henry asked doubting his previous theory.

"She's my mother." M.K sighed knowing that she wouldn't have been able to break the news to him lightly.

"She remarried?" Henry asked in confusion.

"No. I'm your daughter." Silence filled the room for a moment.

"My what?!"

Sup guys! I hope you liked the chapter. If it doesn't sound nice or it's weird I'll re-write it. So tell me what you think. Until next time…