Just as henry's buttering his toast, a cup of tea beside him and the newspaper in front of him, Abe opposite him, the phone rings. He sets the paper down, giving Abe a warning look as Abe smirks at him, knowing full well it's Jo on the other end.
"Good morning Jo" Henry calls down the phone, his voice protruding through the speakers in Jo's car as she drives toward his antique shop, with he hands free device set up in her car.
"Hey Henry, I'm on my way to you now, we've got a case which I could need your help with." Jo says calmly down the phone even though her mind is racing toward the images of him kissing her cheek last week.
"Alright, I'll be waiting outside the front of the shop." Henry hangs up the phone, takes hold of his toast in one hand and his coat in the other, walking to Abe he kisses his sons head before walking down stairs to the shop floor and out the door waiting for Jo.
Jo pulls up in front of the antique shop, seeing Henry standing in the exact spot where he nearly made he heart stop. Ever since that day she can't stop thinking about how breathtaking his lips against hers would feel since a kiss on the cheek from her partner had her weak to the knees.
She honks the horn to get his attention. Watching with a soft smirk as he jumps out of his skin slightly from the sudden, loud noise.
Henry easily spots Jo's car after the honk and makes his way across the road to her. Getting in, he straps in and turns to Jo.
It takes him a second to form the small sentence "hello detective" as he takes in the breathtaking sight in front of him. Her brunette her perfectly curled and sat comfortably over her shoulders. Her beautiful wide eyes and soft smile makes Henry forget where he is in time.
"Morning Henry." Jo replies to his greeting.
"What do we have today?" Jo hands Henry her phone with a text outlining what is at the crime scene as she continues to drive.
Henry skims through the text, diseased John Doe, mid to late thirties, caucasian descent, bruising along to neck, indication of suffocation by strangulation, waiting for confirmation by an M.E
"So...was there no other M.E available?" Henry asks, the slightest amount of teasing in his voice. Jo blushes a crimson red.
"There was, but you'r MY M.E" Jo responds, once she realises what she says, she mentally curses at herself for making it seem like as though she is being possessive of Henry.
"You're M.E ha?" Henry asks smirking, as he glances her way.
"Shut up." She mutters embarrassed. Henry chuckles slightly.
"It's fine Jo, It's quite flattering." Henry smiles and puts is hand on her knee, squeezing slightly. Jo fights the urge to cross her legs as he touches her knee. Instead she bites her lip and tries to keep her mind glued to the road.
"Okay, we're here." She pulls into a cemetery.
"Jo, I don't mean to be a smart arse, but...aren't there meant to be corpses here?" Henry teases, just as he had been all the way to the crime scene.
He can't help himself, he loves watching her beautiful skin on her cheeks turn a shade of pink, he loves the way she looks down at her feet with an embarrassed smile, or when she bites her lip and moves her hair back from her face when she's really embarrassed by his teasing.
"Shush you." She mumbles and starts walking toward Detective Hanson and Dr Lucas Wahl, the intern M.E.
Jo stands over the victim's body and watches as Henry inspects the body, pursing his lips as he thinks, with his hands resting on his knees as he crouches beside the corpse. Henry stands up and starts to talk to Lucas in medical jargon that Jo would rather not try to decipher.
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Not What Kills You
Fanfic"What kills you is not what stops your heart from beating, but what prevents you from living" The comforting words of Henry Morgan toward his partner Jo Martinez as she tries to drown her sorrows in a few glasses of whiskey, this is where the battle...
