AN: What is it about writing fanfiction for this site that turns my ordinary, very dull life into an instant circus and drama city? First it was a personal thing and now a very dear friend who had been battling severe depression for years has quit work and simply walked away from everything. Completely gone.

If you are battling severe depression and your friends offer to help, for God's sake let them. Don't sit alone in your misery and don't try to drown your problems - the damn things float.

If you're the friend, don't take it personally. You cannot do it alone.

I will try to complete this story, but it may take time.

Dr. Morgan was depressed. That had too be it; the only other alternative Mike could see was that the ME had gone insane.

It started innocently enough - after the investigator had left Mike asked a logical question, "Maybe it'll help us find your stalker if we can figure out why he's stalking you." Jo had piped up a demand for the absolute truth and gave Dr. Morgan the most pointed look, as if she knew something. As if she knew he'd lie and had lied before.

Henry swallowed nervously, shooting Mike a glance that instantly made him feel like an unwelcome invader. Mike could feel the edges of his temper fraying.

"Jo, I..." Morgan's voice faded. "Please Jo." he pleaded. Jo remained stone-faced and silent.

"Look Dr. Morgan, we're trying to help you. This man is trying to hurt you and all we want to do is help you. Instead of keeping secrets, you should trust us and let us help! Why won't you cooperate?"

"Because I'm afraid."

"Of what?" Mike restrained himself from slapping the table in frustration.

"Of what you'd think of me."

"Please." Mike snorted, rolling his eyes, "We're not as fragile as all that." Jo was suspiciously silent. It was unnerving actually. She looked as if she was sorry.

"What do you think of Adam?" Dr. Morgan's question seemed to come from left field.

"What?"

"It's a plain question."

"He's a megalomaniac," Mike began. "I suspect being immortal has driven him crazy. According to that book Griffin showed us, he's been living since Ancient Roman days. I think he can no longer connect with normal people because he can no longer handle the pain of losing loved ones. I suspect that there is a part of him that is jealous of others who are still able to make those kinds of connections. Perhaps even jealous enough to commit murder."

"How do you think he'd react to another immortal?" the Doctor pressed.

Mike paused a minute trying to wrap his mind around the implications of that question. "I don't know. I'm not a shrink, but I imagine he'd be very interested -" Mike's eyes grew very wide. "Are you implying he thinks you're immortal?"

"He's already tested his theories." Henry Morgan stated simply, like a man resigned to his fate. That's when Mike's world turned on its head.

"Oh shit," he breathed.