Jo devoured the less than satisfactory TV dinner sitting atop her desk and decided to check up on Henry. She walked in on him a while ago, and he appeared to be deep into his "process." She didn't want to disturb him, as if she would "stifle his creative genius." Fast-foward about an hour later and she was walking into the OCME once again. Jo lightly pushed Henry's office door open. "why are you still here?" "It's a quarter past 10," she said; crossing her arms. "I could ask you the same thing, Detective." Henry replied; gathering his dissection tools. "Just do it." She thought. Henry turned to face her and looked into her eyes. "Jo, is everything alright?" He asked; giving her a concerned look. "Yes," she responded. She had dozed off without even realizing she had. "Well, I should be going," Henry said; making his way out of his cramped office. Before he could take a step further, she closed in the space between them and kissed him. To her surprise he returned the kiss.
