So here's the finale. All my thanks for reviews, favorites, and follows (especially supercl529, for the loyal reviewing); not to mention sticking with this, you've been great.

This chapter is kinda random, but cute. Thoughts are appreciated. Hope you enjoy.

Early the next morning Jo pulled up infront of the antique shop. A stack of mail lay before the door, she picked it up before knocking. While waiting she flipped through the envelopes. Coming across two and knowing what they were about, she separated them from the rest. When she looked up she saw Henry walking through the numerous antiques toward her, no jacket and his vest unbuttoned.

"Good morning, Detective."

"Morning, Henry. Aren't you dressed for work yet?"

He looked at her rather confused. "I'm not going to work, seeing as I haven't a job. I don't have a valid license. Rememb-"

"Oh really?" She said holding out the two envelopes for him.

His brow furrowed in bewilderment, he accepted them from her hand. The creases smoothed as he read the reinstatement letters, one from some medical board regarding his license and the other from the OCME giving him back his job. Finished, he looked back at her with his usual crooked grin. "I'll be right with you, Detective." He made to run in.

"Here's your mail." She hurriedly handed the pile off to him before he ran up to the living quarters. Henry returned mere moments later fully dressed, scarf and all. "Looks like the old Henry's back."

"I most certainly am. Would you be so kind as to-"

"Get in the car Henry." She replied, cutting short his highly mannered request.

"Thank you, by the way." He said once the car was underway.

"I don't know what you mean." Jo claimed, not looking at him.

"Yes you do."

"Yeah, I do." She admitted. "But you should thank Hanson; he's the one who put it through, quite the rush job too."

They arrived at the precinct and cautiously entered, Henry trying to attract as little attention as possible. The last time he had been in this hall his presence had not been nearly a subtle one. His inconspicuousness was not to be however.

"Henry!" Lucas called as he spotted his returning idol., running to give him a crushing hug. "You're back! Are you back? Please tell me you're back."

"Yes, I'm back." At this news Lucas tightened his embrace. "Lucas." Henry managed, sounding somewhat suffocated.

"Sorry." He apologized letting go of Henry and stepping back. "glad you're back."

"Glad to be so. I've heard you've been doing very well in my absence. I therefore see no reason for a demotion to your former position."

"I'm okay with my old job. I like my old job." Lucas was quick to reply, feeling very overworked and unprepared for do much responsibility.

"If that's how you feel, perhaps we can arrange for some greater responsibilities to be added then."

"Cool, thanks Henry."

Henry noticed Jo beginning to head toward the elevator. "I'll be back down in a moment, Lucas." He assured, then followed the detective upstairs to hoomicide. Standing near Jo's desk, as he usually did, waited Hanson.

"Morning Jo."

"And you. Look who's back with us." She said tilting her head to indicate Henry.

"Hey, Doc! You're looking better than when I last saw you." He greeted, discreetly mentioning the circumstances of their last seeing each other.

"Yes. The rest did me a great deal of good."

"Time to rest will do that."

"Thank you for allowing it to be a short time."

"No problem, Doc. We've missed you up here." Jo left the two a moment to get some coffee, once she was out of earshot Hanson spoke again more quietly. "So what was this whole thing about?"

"A buildup of stresses and personal issues caused some problems, which are now resolved." Henry summarized, as vaguely as ever.

"Come on Doc, you know you can't keep all that in. That's what causes… well whatever just happened."

"It shan't happen again, I assure you. I've... found a confidant." Henry said taking a quick glance toward the returning Jo, who answered the look with a quick smile.

"You guys talking about me?" She asked as she rejoined the pair, who were both looking at her oddly.

"No." Hanson answered innocently.

"Why in heavens would you think that, Detective?"

Jo just looked between the two suspiciously passive faces a moment then shrugged, shaking her head in defeat. "I chose insanity." She restated, remembering the decision she'd made at Henry's last return.