Disclaimer: I don't own Forever, the show belongs to Matt Miller and ABC.

Author's Note: Rediscovering Forever randomly and for the first time since I started watching the show when it debuted in 2014, I realized how much I love the show!

A/N 2: Not beta'd so any errors that appear are my own.

Post Ep: Last Death of Henry Morgan (1.22)

"What am I to you?"

"You're my friend, my partner. Someone I care very deeply about"

"But not enough to trust, huh? Here's what you've been to me. You are someone who has frustrated me and confused me and made me look at life in a different way. Most importantly, you have me made feel again. For that, I will always be grateful. Get out, Henry!"

For Detective Jo Martinez, today of all days had been a long and tough day. Tough because of the homicide case of Blair Dryden. But long because of something else entirely.

As the case they have put the pieces of the case puzzle together, Jo figured out that Henry was hiding something big. She was none too happy that he couldn't trust enough to tell her of his secret. Saying what she wanted to say, Jo asked him to get out of her car but regretted it as she didn't give him a chance to come clean. It took her to give him his watch, and a nudge from Abe a dated photo back for him to tell her. Henry began the long tale of his life.

Once she finally heard the whole story suffice to say, it overwhelmed her. Bidding them good night, she left the antique shop made it home on autopilot, and after a quick shower and salad for dinner, she was on the couch, and she thought over what he said to her. The most major the bombshell was his age and how he can get killed by never die, well not yet.

She thought Henry is over 230 years old? Mind-boggling for sure.

Finally, the adrenaline wore Jo soon fast asleep on the couch. However, as luck would have it, Jo had barely fallen asleep when he heard, "Ms. Josephine, it's time to wake up. You're getting married this afternoon."

Jo shook his head as he opened his eyes and thought, 'Huh... wait a minute, me getting married? I just got home!'

He woke up and realized he was not in her townhouse in NYC but a big Antebellum home, and there were several antiques in her room. As day and dream progressed, she learned she was the daughter of a wealthy banker in South Carolina and that she was to marry someone of equal importance in society. Everything was a blur, and before long, she was in a gown about to walk down the aisle. There was no expense spared. There were roses decorated everywhere, every nook and cranny. There she had seen the groom standing. She realized it was a replay of her and Sean's wedding with Sean but with more grandeur. However, when she arrived at the altar and saw the groom, it wasn't Sean, it was Henry's. Suddenly Jo was awakened by a distant sound, the knock of a door. Jo was drawn back to reality. She looked around and saw that she had fallen asleep where she sat.

Stretching and redoing her hair quickly and went to answer. Having her gun near her, she checked and saw it was Henry. She asked, "Can I help you, Henry?"

When Henry saw her in a form-fitting top and shorts, he was gob-smacked. He knew that Jo was beautiful inside and out. But what he saw her in made him speechless. Half irritated, and half-amused Jo asked, "Henry?"

Shaking his trance, Henry cleared his voice and said, "After you left, I thought about my actions. Jo, I am profusely sorry I wasn't able to confide in you when we were in your car. I just wasn't sure if you would believe me. It took my last encounter with Adam to make me realize one thing."

Jo asked tersely this time, "And that is what?"

Henry stepped closer, invading her personal space, which he knew could backfire for him. But he didn't care; he now knew what he wanted. He said, "I want you in my life. Not just as a colleague or a friend, but as a...well, this will help."

Henry steps even closer, invading her personal space, places his hand on her waist, pulled her in, and kissed her hard. While Jo was surprised, she did a mental victory dance. Yes, she was mad at him for taking a long time to her his secret, but he was the one who helped her feel again.

Just as she was about to respond when he pulled away, she thought darn it Jo. Your timing is getting slow.

Henry pulled away, thinking he screwed it up. He said, "I guess you don't feel the same way. I don't blame you. I will go and in the morning put in a request for a transfer."

Jo was not about to let a good man walk away. Before Henry could move away and go back home, he felt Jo pull on his hand and into her residence. Once they were in, Jo had Henry pinned to the wall closest to the door. Holding him in place with her hands, she fused not only her body to him but also returned the favor and crushed her lips to his setting a sizzling kiss. Henry responded by wounding his arms her waist and settled them on the small of her back and passionately made out like horny teenagers.

When they parted lips to get air, the new-minted lovers rested their heads together, and he saw that Jo had the biggest smile on her face. Jo spoke, "I love you too, you lug, and from now on, we don't keep any secrets, okay?"

He said, "I completely agree with you, my dear Jo."

Hearing him call her dear made her heart leap. Following a brief moment of silence, Jo said, "Henry, also thank you for helping me fulfill a fantasy."

Intrigued, Henry asked, "What fantasy would that be?"

Jo explained, "I have always had the fantasy of being an ordinary girl being kiss the popular boy."

Henry smiled. He leaned in for another kiss, which Jo didn't even hesitate to deepen. However, before it got to heated, Henry broke the kiss, causing Jo to whimper at the loss of his soft lips. While he wanted to take her to bed now, he wanted to do it the right way. He spoke softly, "Jo, I want this done properly. You deserve to be courted and treated like a queen. You deserve to be worshipped. I want to do that and show how much you mean to me."

Jo smiled. There were no words to describe Henry except the gentleman who wanted to do things the right way. She asked, "Dr. Morgan, are you asking me on a date?"

Henry replied cheekily, "Why indeed I am Detective Martinez. Be ready tomorrow night at seven. The dress is formal. That is all you get from me."

She walked him to the door, and after pulling him in for another kiss and they bid adieu. When Jo closed the door, she knew her heart belonged only to one Henry Morgan.

A/N 3: Thanks for reading "Their Feelings". Keep an eye out for the missing scenes for this story.