A/N: Nope, don't own Forever… This story was inspired by the prompt by darklyndsea on Tumblr: Jo in one of those "wake up in the future where she's married" plots. She's married to Henry, of course. Before anybody realizes she doesn't remember the past however many years, Henry dies and she freaks out. I hope this will suffice for this prompt. Enjoy! :) This takes place after Best Foot Forward and is therefore AU from The Night In Question.

It's written in first person from Jo's POV... I haven't written in first person in awhile, but it seemed to perfectly fit for this story and I'm kinda proud of it. Hope you guys enjoy!

Dreamer

"I didn't want to go with Isaac," I stated. It was out in the open now.

"Why?" Henry breathed and very subtly leaned forward toward me.

"I don't know," I replied and started to ramble, "Maybe I thought that-"

"Henry!" Abe hurriedly entered his shop, "Oh good, you're here… Hi, Jo."

"Hi," I smiled.

Abe turned his attention back to Henry, looking like something heavy was weighing on his mind, "Uh, I-I need to talk to you."

"Abraham, is everything all right?" Henry asked. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell from the tone in his voice he looked concerned. Whatever Abe needed to talk to Henry about, they didn't need me lingering around. Maybe coming here was a mistake anyway.

"You know what, um, this is nothing," I backpedaled, "I-I can, um, I'll see you tomorrow at the precinct."

Henry reached out toward me, but I had to get out of there. I gave Abe a light brush on his shoulder as I passed him, "Abe."

I took a deep breath and hailed a cab. The ride home was a blur. The next thing I knew, I was home and staring at myself in the mirror, "What are you doing, Martinez? Why did you go to the shop? What did you think was going to happen? Henry was going to sweep you into his arms and take you off to Paris to get lost?"

Shaking my head, I ran an exasperated hand over my face and got ready for bed. Thunder rumbled outside. Strange, there were no storms in the forecast. I guess nothing was going as predicted tonight. I quickly changed into my pajamas and went straight to bed, subconsciously wiping away a lone tear strolling down my cheek as the sound of the pouring rain pattered against my window lulled me to sleep.

Sunlight filtered through my window as morning came. A few sunbeams landed square in my eye. Wait a minute. My window wasn't on that side of the room. I shot my eyes open and sat straight up in my bed.

Not my bed.

Not my room.

Where the hell was I? I came home last night, I know that much. Slowly, I swung my legs around off the side of the bed and stood up. I was still in my own pajamas. At least that was the same. I looked around the unfamiliar room for clues. It seemed familiar and yet so strange. There was an indentation on the other half of the bed as if someone else had been sleeping there and got up before me.

I stepped out of the bedroom and into the hallway. Wait a minute, this was Henry's hallway. Was I just in Henry's bed? What the hell was going on?

Padding my way further, I came into the kitchen and was met with Abe's back. He was cooking something. He must've sensed my presence because he turned around.

"Hey, kid," Abe smiled, "You're up. I was just making some breakfast. You want any? It's gotta be better than whatever donut I'm sure you'll grab on the way to the precinct."

"Uh, yeah, sure," I replied a little dumbfounded.

"You okay, Jo?" Abe looked concerned.

"Uh, what's… where's Henry?" I asked. If I was going to find out what was going on, I might as well start investigating and the best way to do that was to pretend I knew what was happening and act natural – or at least as naturally as I could as I was internally freaking out.

"Down in the lab," Abe answered as he laid some scrambled eggs down on my plate as I took a seat, "You know him… early riser. Plus, he figured a body would drop soon and he'd get some work done down there."

"Right," I nodded, not really understanding, "Uh, what was it that you wanted to talk to Henry about last night?"

"Last night?" Abe furrowed his brows as he took a seat across from me.

"Nothing, never mind… I think I'm still half awake," I shook my head and began to eat.

Abe gave me a strange look and then shook it off and started eating his own breakfast, thankfully brushing off my horrible lie. We ate in silence as I looked around the kitchen. Everything looked the same. I looked down at myself. I looked the same. Same pajamas. Same socks.

"Oh good, you're up," Henry's voice appeared behind me. How did he not find this strange? I just woke up in his bed and I wasn't there the previous night. Did I blackout or something? I'd get to the bottom of this eventually.

"Yeah, just having some breakfast," I finished swallowing my eggs.

"You left your phone downstairs," Henry said, "Hanson just called. It seems we have a body… You should get dressed. We've got a crime scene to get to."

Hanson didn't find it strange that Henry was answering my phone? How could I get dressed? All my clothes were at home. Before I could voice my concerns, Henry was at my side with one of my outfits in hand. Where the hell did he get that? This was quickly becoming the strangest day of my life.

I quickly got dressed and Henry and I left the shop saying our goodbyes to Abe. My car was at the shop and I stopped abruptly staring at it.

"Jo? You all right?" Henry stopped when he didn't see I was following him.

I had to get to the bottom of this weird morning and if we were delayed in getting to the crime scene, so be it. It's not like the body was going anywhere and Hanson and Lucas could handle it until we got there.

"No, no I'm not all right," I shook my head and put my hand to my forehead.

"What's wrong?" Henry stepped closer to me and put a hand on my raised arm.

"How exactly did I come to be here this morning?" I asked. Be blunt. That works in interrogations, it would work here.

"What do you mean?" Henry was the one that looked confused now.

"Last night I left the shop and went home," I explained, "This morning I woke up in your bed and you and Abe are acting like nothing is out of the ordinary."

"You left the shop and went home?" Henry asked like I was speaking some sort of foreign language he didn't understand.

"Did I blackout or something? Are you and Abe just playing a weird trick or something on me?" I couldn't help but ask. I knew they weren't that juvenile but I was running out of plausible explanations.

"No, no tricks," Henry shook his head.

"Well, then, what the hell is going on this morning, Henry?" I needed to know. Henry opened his mouth to reply when a loud honk caused us both to jump and turn around. It was Hanson.

"Hey, you two," Hanson half-leaned out his window, "What part of Lieu wants us down at the crime scene ASAP wasn't clear?"

"Just a moment, Hanson," Henry put his hand up, but Hanson cut him off, "Uh-uh, Doc… we need to get down to the crime scene now. Hop in. You two can finish whatever you guys were talking about later. Come on."

Henry and I exchanged looks. He looked like he wanted to argue with Hanson, but logic won out in both our minds. Whatever was going on with this strange morning could wait (I guess) – there was a victim out there and a killer to bring to justice.

Lucas was already kneeling by the body when we walked up. It looked like your run-of-the-mill pop-and-drops. Why did Reece want us down here as soon as possible?

"There's a review coming up and she wants us to have as many cases closed as possible," Hanson said. I must've voiced my thoughts out loud.

"Well, this was definitely murder," Henry said as usual as he took some pavement next to his medical examiner partner.

"Big shocker there, Doc," Hanson smirked.

Henry smirked right back and continued on his observations, "Two gunshot wounds to the chest, exsanguinations from those wounds likely cause of death. Money and credit cards missing from wallet – likely robbery… and it looks like our victim tried to fight back. There's a patch of cloth in his fist. It's likely he tore it from his assailant's coat."

"His driver's license says his name is Monroe Jessup," Lucas stood up with the victim's ID in hand.

"All right, we'll start getting some info on Monroe here," Hanson flipped his notebook in his hand, "And you two lovebirds can get back to whatever you were talking about before I butted in."

"Lovebirds?" I raised an eyebrow. Before I could get another word out, Henry already was leading me away from the scene.

His hands never left my shoulders, "Jo, talk to me. What's going on?"

"You tell me," I shook my head.

"Let's walk," Henry nodded his head in the other direction, "We're not far from the precinct."

He wrapped his arm around me like it was the most natural move in the world. It felt comfortable. It wasn't that cold outside. Why was he drawing me closer? Not that I was complaining, mind you. It was just weird. A good weird.

"What's the last thing you remember? Clearly?" Henry brought me out of my musings of his closeness. It didn't help that I could almost feel his breath on my neck from his question.

"Uh," I breathed, "The last thing I remember was last night…"

"Okay," Henry nodded as I continued, "I came into your store with my bags. I didn't want to go to Paris with Isaac…"

"Paris with Isaac?" Henry stopped in his tracks and stood in front of me, a look of concern and fear mixed on his face.

"Yeah," I nodded and swallowed a little, "Was that not last night?"

"Jo… Darling, that was five years ago," Henry replied. I was taken aback a bit by the affectionate pet name until I took in his full sentence. Five years ago? That was impossible. How could I be missing five years?

Before I could open my mouth to say something else, a pair of hands grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an alley. I could feel the nuzzle of a gun in my back, "Don't move."

"Give me your money," the man inched the gun further into my back.

"This is a big mistake, pal," I said calmly. Henry followed us into the alley. I could feel his presence behind me.

"Just give me your money and you won't get hurt," he warned me.

"I'm a cop," I said and I could feel him stiffen.

"Just drop your gun," Henry said. The robber flipped around, taking the gun off me and pointed it directly at Henry.

"Don't move," the robber was nervous, I could tell. Henry, you better not be pulling off one of your dumb moves with no self-preservation instincts. I can handle myself. I slowly reached for my own gun to take control of the situation, but Henry was already talking.

"You're the one who shot that man back there," Henry stated. I furrowed my brows and followed Henry's line of sight. A piece of the man's jacket was missing and it looked to be the same material he found on our victim not moments before.

"Henry," I warned.

Henry kept his hands in the air, "I can tell you didn't mean to hurt that man back there and I can tell you don't want to hurt anybody else… just lower your gun and you can try to make things right."

"He wouldn't let off," the man gestured with the gun, "I just needed some money… and he wouldn't shut up. He wouldn't… I didn't want to hurt him, but I needed the money so badly."

My hand wrapped around my gun, ready to draw if necessary. Henry, please don't be an idiot.

"The detective here will listen, won't you, detective?" Henry looked to me.

"Just have some questions for you, that's all," I agreed, keeping calm. The man still hadn't lowered his weapon.

"Great… I tried to rob some cops," the man was talking to himself now. Henry had been slowly walking closer to us without my noticing. Damn him. How did he do that?

Henry lowered his arms and held out his hand, "Just give me the gun… It'll all be okay."

The next few seconds happened in a flash. The man seemed to hand the gun over to Henry and then his grip tightened on the gun. A shot went off and I flinched, my own gun was out of its holster but was limp at my side as I looked on the scene.

Henry's face contorted in pain and dropped to the ground. I ran over in an instant, dropping my gun, his head in my lap. I could barely see the man behind me, his own eyes wide at what he had done before he turned the gun on himself and fired. Apparently taking a life was too much for him.

Two lives.

Henry's life.

"Henry, don't die on me, you're going to be okay," I petted his hair back off his forehead and started to put pressure on his wound. He looked up at me, partly in pain and it looked like he was confused.

"Jo," Henry let out and took my hand.

"It's okay, Henry," I could hear my own voice shaking, "I'll get some help."

Henry's hand grabbed my wrist that was holding my phone, ready to dial 9-1-1, "No, Jo."

What the hell was he doing? He was going to die if I didn't get an ambulance here. This day was too much. The scene played in my head over and over again including what Henry had said before the robber cornered us. He had said that night in the shop was five years ago. Was this the future? Was I sent to the future to see Henry's death? That made no sense. Unless I was here to see it and then go back and stop it. But why was it so far in the future?

"Jo… don't be scared," Henry held my hand. He was comforting me while he was the one on the ground bleeding out. Only Henry.

"Henry… please don't go. Please. I-I love you," I could feel the tears in my eyes threatening to fall.

"Don't be scared, Jo," Henry rasped. "Get Abe… It'll be okay, darling."

My vision was starting to get blurry from the tears, but I could see Henry go slack. What did he mean? Did he want me to tell Abe what happened? Did he-?

Where did he go?

I was staring at pavement. I looked at my hands. They were red with blood. Henry's blood. But there was no body. Then I took a double-take at my left hand. Or rather, my left ring finger. Double rings rested there – an engagement ring and a wedding ring.

I woke up in Henry's bed.

Our bed.

Hanson called us 'lovebirds.'

Henry said that night was five years ago and he kept calling me 'Darling.'

We were married.

We were married and Henry was just shot… and now his body had vanished.

What had he said before he disappeared? Get Abe. That was it. Get Abe. On shaky legs, I slowly stood up and turned around to see the dead body of Henry's killer. With shaking hands, I sent a quick text to Hanson with a half-assed explanation of Henry seeing our vic's killer and chasing him and the man shooting himself before we could do anything further. It was plausible enough. Now I had to get to Abe.

Henry was shot.

Henry was killed.

Henry disappeared.

We were married.

Married.

I was married to Henry.

And Henry just died.

Those thoughts ran through my head on a loop until I made it back to Abe's Antiques. I rushed inside and looked around frantically until I found Abe sitting at a desk, working on an antique clock. He sat up at my abrupt entrance and immediately came around his desk to see me.

"Jo? Jo, what's the matter?" Abe ran up to me.

I couldn't speak. I just kept looking at the blood on my hands. Henry's blood. Abe must've seen the blood on my hands.

"It never gets easier, does it?" Abe asked. What was he talking about? What was never easier? Henry dying?

"What happened?" Abe led me to the bathroom to wash my hands.

"He was shot… he just shot Henry in cold blood and then shot himself," I said, but it didn't sound like me. I couldn't be saying those words. Henry couldn't be gone.

"We better get to the East River then," Abe said as he dried my hands.

"What are you talking about?" I exclaimed, "Henry was just shot! He was on the ground. He was bleeding out and then he… he… he…"

I started to hyperventilate and fell to the floor, my legs giving out.

"Jo," Abe joined me on the floor, kneeling on one knee, "Henry's okay. You know he's okay. We just need to go get him."

I couldn't form any words so I just numbly nodded and got up off the floor with Abe's help and I helped him up the rest of the way. Everything passed in a blur. I think Abe gathered some of Henry's clothes and we piled into Abe's car. The next thing I knew, we were sitting near the bank of the East River. Abe got out of the car and helped me out and we stood there, just staring at the water.

Suddenly, an object bobbed up in the middle of the river. It looked like a man. It looked like Henry. The man came closer. It was Henry. He was alive. But how was this possible? He came up to me and gave a sheepish smile. Was he naked? I saw his mouth form the shape of my name, but no sound came out. All I saw next was blackness and I could feel Henry catch me before I hit the ground.

So? How do you like the first part? Drop me a review and let me know how you think I did or what you think might be going on... Thanks so much for reading! I love this show so much! :D I'm debating on if I should post the latter half tomorrow that way it'll be up before 'The Night In Question' or if I should wait longer. What do you guys think?