Reece arches her eyebrows in surprise when she enters Henry's office and sees the size of our little gang. "Mr. Wahl, Mr. Thatcher, you're part of this as well?"

"Mr. Thatcher?" I frown. "Who's—oh."

Steve from IT raises his hand. "That would be me."

"Sorry." I'm not that sorry. It's not my fault we didn't do formal introductions, I'm not the social secretary here. Oh, God help me, I'm starting to think of this as an actual club.

"Now that we all know each other," Reece says, "would someone like to tell me what's going on?"

Henry clears his throat. "Lieutenant Reece, may I assume that you just received a rather…unexpected email?"

"You may." She isn't giving him an inch. Man, she's good.

"Then like the others here," he gestures to all of us, "you have been dragged into a scheme to blackmail me. Even if I could produce the large sum of money he has demanded, I have no intention of paying. Which means that unless we can find him and stop him by 5:00, that video will be widely broadcast, and the life I have built here in New York will be destroyed."

"Are his claims true?"

I can practically hear the wheels turning in Henry's head, but honestly, what are his options right now? He looks her straight in the eyes. "They are."

"Is your secret illegal?"

Henry frowns, and so do I. Her question catches us both off-guard. "To the best of my knowledge, no."

"And does it interfere with your work for the NYPD?"

He answers honestly. "Occasionally, yes, but mostly I believe it makes me better at my job."

Reece considers for a moment. "Then we are going to put an end to this, and afterwards, you can decide how much to tell us, or not tell us. I hope everyone here will respect that."

Henry nods and gives her a grateful smile. "Thank you, Lieutenant."

All of us gather around behind the IT guy. He's flipping at high speed between screen shots and lines of code and tech stuff I don't get. Reece asks, "Where are we with finding our suspect?"

"He's being smart about this," Steve says. "He uses a new email address for each message and bounces each one through a different series of servers. With more time I could trace them, but as it is…"

"Have you found anything else in the file itself?" Henry asks.

Lucas points to a building on the screen. "We think we've pinpointed the apartment building it was shot from, but there are dozens of units facing that street."

"We ought to send a few people to that location," Reece suggests. "At least then when we learn more, we'll be ready to act, assuming that the blackmailer is sending from the same apartment." Something else occurs to her. "Or is Detective Martinez already standing by?'

We all look at Henry. Again. "Jo is not yet aware of my…unusual circumstances."

Reece's eyebrows arch again, more slowly this time. On the way up, they manage to question Henry's trust in his partner and his suitability as boyfriend material. I swear, this woman is an eyebrow samurai. Out loud, she only says, "I see."

Henry squirms. "It's…complicated." This time even he winces at how pathetic that sounds.

"With only one reveal left before his 5:00 deadline, there is every chance that she will be the next recipient," Reece points out. "Is that how you want her to find out, Henry?"

"You're right," he says, "she is the most likely target." He turns to Steve. "Is there any way to block her access to email temporarily?"

"I could…" The new guy is giving Henry kind of a dirty look. Actually, we're all giving him dirty looks.

Lucas speaks up first. "Henry, are you sure you still want to keep her in the dark? Even when all of us know?"

Henry looks at us, his newly expanded Secret-Keeping Club, and quickly realizes that we double as the For God's Sake, Tell Jo Club. Finally, he says, "I know I need to tell her—but you're right, Lieutenant. This is not how she should find out. I would also prefer not to force it on her with a ticking clock behind us. I suspect that your predictions have been correct and she will be…less than thrilled by how long it's taken me. Please give me the chance to make this a little easier on her." That earns him a few narrowed eyes. "Yes, and easier on me too."

By silent vote, the club makes a decision. The new guy tappa-taps on the keyboard and says, "Okay, I've diverted her incoming messages into a separate account. Neither she nor the blackmailer should notice anything is wroing. Besides the no messages thing."

Henry smiles. "Thank you."

"Hey, I did it for Jo."

I snort. "Have you even met Jo, new guy?"

He sniffs. "No, but I once dated a girl for six months before she told me that she was a furry. I'm sympathetic."

Lucas nods. "I hear that."

"To be frank, why are you here, Mr. Thatcher?" Reece asks. "The rest of us work with Dr. Morgan every day. You do not."

"I have no idea," Steve says. "We thought maybe the guy wanted to prove the video was real? Or maybe he just played staff directory roulette to mix it up a little."

"Mix it up…" Henry's eyes go wide, and he's using his "Eureka!" voice.

Reece must hear it too."Henry, what have you got?"

"Steve's last name is Thatcher. Using the standard naming scheme, his NYPD email address begins 'sthatcher.' " Steve nods. "The Chief Medical Examiner is Thomas Hatcher. He uses his middle initial in his professional title, making his email 'tshatcher.'

"It was a typo," Reece concludes. "The blackmailer meant to send that file to your boss."

"So I'm not even supposed to be here?" I can't tell if IT Steve is peeved or disappointed.

Reece turns to him. "Maybe not, Mr. Thatcher, but this means that our suspect didn't expect us to have a forensic video expert. You are our secret weapon."

Damned if he doesn't sit a little straighter at that and give the screen an extra-determined stare. "I guess I can try to triangulate the location of the video shooter into a specific apartment, but it'll take a little time." And that is why Reece is in charge.

I turn for the door. "Make that a very little, and I'll head for the building. It's only about seven minutes from here."

Lucas stands up. "I'll go with you."

"Thanks, but I don't think that's a good—"

He cuts me off. "You need some backup, and it's not like you have a lot of options. Besides, I can help if things get…you know…"

"Physical?"

"Technical."

There's no time to debate. "All right, come on. Is your phone charged up? We'll need to stay in constant contact with this room."

I glance back at Henry on my way out the door, and he gives me a little nod. "Don't worry, Doc," I say, "we'll stop him." I hope I sound more confident than I feel.

By the time we're in my car and pulling out of the parking garage, Lucas has called Steve and we're all on speaker together. Steve spends the next six and a half minutes technobabbling his way through the various steps he's trying, but he doesn't sound too confident that they'll work.

Henry is trying to reassure him. "I'm lucky to have your expertise at all—thank you."

"And whatever kung fu you've got, make it quick," I say. "We just pulled up at the apartments."

"It's not an exact science," Steve says, and he sounds a little panicky. "I mean, it is an exact science, but not if I answer in the next 30 seconds. That would just be a guess."

"It's not a guess, it's instinct," Henry is saying. "Now please, we need an apartment number."

I'm out of the car and hitting door buzzers. Thankfully, the annoyed super gets close enough to the window for me to flash my badge, and we're into the hall. "It's now or never, New Guy," I say. "Use the Force or something." Lucas gives me a funny look, but I shrug. I'll take whatever works, because we're out of time.

"Okay, okay! I think I've got it! He's in 217!"

Just call me the nerd whisperer. I run for the stairwell.

5:37 p.m.

"…and then Mike kicked in the door, and we didn't see the guy at first, but then we found him sitting on the john. We literally caught him with his pants down!" We're back at the precinct, our suspect is in booking, and Lucas is giving everyone in Henry's office the play-by-play. He's obviously never been on a raid before, and judging from the self-satisfied gleam in his eyes he's cast himself as Bruce Willis in Die Hard. "I saw his laptop sitting there and took a look. He'd already sent Jo the email, or thought he had, but I knew right away that we needed to disable his network connection to truly disarm him. Declaw the beast, ya know? So I found the router in bedroom closet and ripped the cords right out of the wall!"

"Yeah, it was very dramatic," I say. You wouldn't believe how dramatic he made it. Chasing down an armed suspect or defusing a bomb is nothing compared to his flair for cord-ripping. Of course, when he realized it was a cable modem he had to stop hulking out long enough to crouch down and unscrew the little coax connector, but I'll let him have his badass moment and not mention that now.

Reece turns to me. "So who is this guy?"

"Darius Powell. Small-time drug dealer you crossed paths with last year, Henry. Remember the charming gentleman who sold you dope for research purposes?"

"Ah, yes," he says pleasantly, and Reece rolls her eyes at the memory.

I go on. "Apparently, he recognized you out his window and thought he might get some valuable footage of the fancy police doctor scoring dope again. Imagine his surprise when he saw…what he saw."

"This all seems pretty ambitious for your average drug dealer," Reece comments.

"He's been taking online computer science classes, trying to upgrade from dealer to hacker, and this was the perfect 'class project' for him." I turn to the guy sitting at the computer. "We would never have found him in time without you, new guy. Nice job."

Steve is smiling and basking in the glory of Henry and Reece's congratulations when Lucas leans over to me and mutters, "He told us 217—and you went straight for 219. How did you know?"

I shrug. "There was a sugared-up chorus of 'Let It Go' coming from 217. Unless our blackmailer was hosting a six-year-old's birthday party on the side, I figured the new guy got us close…but not quite." Lucas smiles.

"There's something else," Steve says to all of us. "I can't guarantee we've destroyed every copy of that file. He probably has backups on servers scattered all over the place."

"I think I have that taken care of," Henry says. "I sent a message to a hacker friend of mine. She promised to see to it that this video is never seen again."

Lucas whistles low. "Calling in favors from the Faceless? That is so badass. It's like your secrets have secrets."

"What secrets?"

We all turn to see Jo standing in the doorway.

Jo is reading the room like the good detective she is, starting with her partner and moving to each of us in turn. "Mike, Lieutenant, Lucas…sorry, who are you?"

Steve puts up an awkward hand in greeting. "Steve from IT. Nice to meet you."

Jo circles back around to Henry. "Henry, what's going on? Don't tell me they were all helping you with your 'delicate intestinal matter.' "

We all turn to Henry. Maybe this shouldn't be any of our business, but at this point, it pretty much is. Time to step up, old man.

Henry turns fully to Jo and looks at her like she's the only person in the room. "Jo, the next time you check your email, you'll find a message from a man who meant to blackmail me." I hear the tapping keys of Steve taking the hint and quietly rerouting her mail back to normal. "There is a video attached that is…rather disturbing. I won't tell you whether to watch it or not, but I am asking you to let me explain first."

Jo gets a dawning look on her face. "This is it, isn't it? The thing you weren't ready to tell me about." She glances around. "And they all know, don't they? Even the IT guy." The room gets distinctly shifty and uncomfortable.

Lucas clears his throat. "Honestly, we only know the bare minimum. I'm sure the Doc is going to give you the royal treatment." His eyes go a little wider. "Wait, are you royalty?"

Henry clenches his jaw. "No, Lucas, I am not."

"Okay, no, that's cool."

"Not all of us know, Detective."

Everyone looks at Reece in surprise. I say what we're all thinking. "But Lieutenant, didn't you get the email?"

She nods. "I did." She turns to Henry. "I received a message that was obviously meant to harm or discredit a member of my team. One look at your face told me that whatever that video file contained, it was no hoax, so I didn't watch it."

Henry frowns. "I don't understand. If you knew it was true, why didn't you watch?"

Reece smiles a little. "No one deserves to be judged by how their enemies see them, Doctor. If you wish to tell me in your own way, you will." She looks over at Jo. "But I think your partner deserves to know first." Just like that, she crosses the room and opens the door. "Come on, everyone. Time to go." Forget samurai; that woman has Jedi powers.

We all file out starting with Reece, who heads for the elevator as cool as anything, as if we'd only been discussing the weather. Lucas and Steve are making plans to bond over pizza and Xbox later, and I can see the writing on the wall. By tomorrow there will definitely be a code word or secret handshake for this club. I'm debating between "no, thanks," and "hell no!" for when they ask me to use it.

I try to make eye contact with either Jo or Henry as I leave, just to make sure they're okay, but they don't even know I'm here anymore. They're already staring intensely into each other's eyes, gearing up for their first major Couple Talk. I pull the door closed behind me with a click and finally, three hours and three(ish) reveals later, I escape the morgue.

I feel a little twinge of sympathy for Henry—just a little. Most guys only have to reveal jealous exes or criminal records to new girlfriends, not unexplained supernatural powers. Mostly, though, I'm happy for Jo. How she deals with the news is completely her prerogative, but she deserves to know. The dizzying number of issues involved with having an immortal boyfriend makes me want to finish off that bottle of Pepto in my desk, then chase it with a few beers, but if anyone can handle the ridiculous situation that is Henry Morgan, it's Jo.

Honestly, I'm happy for myself too. I may always be the founding member of the precinct's I Know Too Much About Henry Morgan Club, but at least my days as president and sole member are over. I'm also willing to bet that Lucas will be thrilled to take over playing getaway driver after Henry's next skinny dip. Aside from pink goo, that's as close to a remedy as I'm gonna get. I'll take it.

Thanks for reading, and enjoy the rest of the ficathon!

A/N: I named the story after the Henry Ford quote that Mike mentions, but later on I realized that Jason Mraz's song "The Remedy" is also strangely fitting.