Hey everyone! So this story is written for JAG'ed Bones in the Caskett, first because he requested it ages ago and he deserves to have his request filled after he encouraged me so much in my writing at a time when my life had nothing else; and also because he has never lost faith in my writing or that I would one day return to this site. Thank you. Thank you so much JAGed.

Second. This is being written on my phone because all of my computers died. So please forgive me my typis and formatting, I hope to get a laptop in a month. This is also essentially the second draft of this story. The story was nearly halfway written when I stopped, but it is unfortunately stuck on my broken computer... so maybe one day I will post that tok and see the differences!

As it is, enjoy my return to the world of fanfiction. I will post as regularly as I can, but I have jobs and two other original books I am writing so there will be some dry spells.

Henry

Pain. So much pain. Everything hurt. Why did everything hurt so much - was this normal?

Henry Morgan!

e couldnt think. Something was wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong. What was wrong? What was happening? Where was he?

Henry, I need you to wake up now."

Who was that? He knew that voice... someone he trusted...

"If you dont wake up, I will microwave all of your food for the rest of your life."

"No...ruins the food."

Jo smiled tightly. "You and your vendetta against microwaves..." she started to look him over and then firmly focused on his face. "Hey, you with me?"

He blinked. "Jo..."

"Yeah, it's me. Its day four."

"Last day..."

"You have to stay awake, okay? You have to stay with me."

"I'll be okay, detective."

"Its not you I'm worried about."

He blinked. "Blood..."

"Yeah. You lost a lot of blood. But you are also the most stubborn person I know so you can pull through this by will alone. I know you can."

"I'm sorry..."

"No. No, you dont get to apologise. We are going to both get out of here. Together. Arm in arm. Then you can apologise for whatever you want and we will get a drink and try to forget this happened. We'll go talk to Abe and pretend none of this ever happened, okay?"

"So much blood..."

"I know. Trust me, I know, Henry."

"Last day..."

"Theyll find us."

Henry didnt answer, slumping in the ropes that held him to the crossframe.

"Henry? Henry!"

AN: I know. I am evil. But I had to split it up somewhere and i couldnt give too much away. Wish me luck! I've never written a murder mystery before.