I was just putting on my coat when Hanson entered the morgue. "Hello, Detective," I said cheerfully. "I hope you're not bringing tidings of another homicide."

He grimaced. "No, thank God. I, uh, I wanted to talk to you, Doc."

"Certainly," I replied, adjusting my scarf. "What's on your mind?"

"You and Jo are together." It was a statement, not a question. I froze.

"Uh…"

"I'm a detective, Henry. I know you're not going public with it yet, but it wasn't hard to figure out when I saw your rather… emotional goodbye yesterday."

I slowly lowered my hands. "I… You saw us…"

"Making out in the parking lot, yeah."

I winced. "I see."

"Now, I know you're a good guy, Doc, and I trust you. But there's something you should know about dating someone on the force."

"What's that?" I asked, trying to sound normal.

Hanson took a step forward, so that his face was mere inches from mine. His expression, normally one of good-hearted amusement, was completely serious. "You break her heart? There'll be a line out the door to break your face in." He raised an eyebrow. "You got that, Doc?"

I swallowed. "Yes – yes, I got it."

"Good." He smiled. "I'm glad we had this little talk." He turned and left the morgue, passing Jo on his way out. Jo watched him go before turning to me.

"What was that about?"

"I… uh…" I cleared my throat. "I believe he was "putting the fear of God into me," if you will."

Jo looked like she couldn't decide between amusement and irritation. Finally she laughed. "It worked, didn't it?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yes. Yes it did."

This came to me and I just couldn't resist. Because Hanson totally would pull the big-brother card and put the fear of God into Henry, right?