Soul Purpose Chapter 9

New York – Morning –

Savannah was excited about being back in the city. It had been almost five years since she’d visited New York and she’d fallen instantly in love with the life and movement and culture that seemed to cover every square inch. She’d suggested spending a quiet weekend here with Derek once but he insisted that his job wouldn’t allow the time away. She brushed the thought from her mind vowing to stay positive and to make the next two days unforgettable for both of them.

FBI Headquarters –

Morgan found the offices as he had left them the night before, empty. He’d gotten up while it was still dark and showered and dressed. Normally, he would be home in bed savoring the last few moments of precious time cuddled with his wife and anticipating the pitter-patter of little feet entering and breaking the silence in the room. Not now; now he dreaded mornings and the silence was like an anvil on his chest making it hard to breathe. He needed his family back. Nothing worked without Penelope and Saraya by his side.

Now was not the time to dwell on the things he could not change. The matter of five dead people, two of them federal agents was his focus. He couldn’t afford to slip up and get careless. His instincts not to trust where on high alert and he hated having to assume that the very people he worked side by side with were potential serial killers. Opening the glass door to his office he set down the box of files and removed his jacket. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on than he’d ever find in those files. He’d come up with three possible suspects but his gut was telling him there were more.

Quantico, VA. –

Kevin could barely stand the thought that in a few hours Penelope would be reunited with Morgan. It was his idea but it still didn’t make it any better. He watched as Penelope nervously gathered her things while he held a squirming Saraya in his arms. The little girl had never taken to him nevertheless he often daydreamed about having a child with Penelope. If things had worked out, Saraya would have been his, not Morgan’s. Perhaps if his plans worked out she would be calling him daddy soon.

“Down! I want to get down!”

Kevin frowned clueless as to how to satisfy the little girl. He was afraid he’d drop her if he didn’t put her down.

“Sweetie, mommy’s almost done then uncle Kevin will put you down okay?”

Saraya quieted and looked him in the face with her own frown. She looked so much like her father that Kevin halfway expected the little tyke to pull a gun on him.

“I wanna see daddy!”

Penelope straightened and turned to face the two who now had drawn the attention of passersby. Red-faced, she smiled apologetically at Kevin as she pulled Saraya from his arms.

“I’m sorry she didn’t sleep very well last night…”

“No worries. I get it she’s excited about seeing her daddy.”

Penelope could see the hurt in his eyes and she felt for him. They’d discussed children and marriage during the earlier days of their relationship but as time passed she knew that she could never settle for that with him.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you? For what?”

“For everything, for being a good friend and…”

“Pen…”

“No, I need to say this.”

He nodded and waited for her to finish.

“These last few weeks…I don’t know how I would have gotten through them if I…”

“If what?”

“If I didn’t know you were there…for me…and Saraya…”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?”

“Yeah, I guess. I just want you to know that I appreciate you.”

He pulled her into a warm embrace quickly letting her go when Saraya began to protest. The two chuckled and Kevin grabbed her luggage while Penelope placed her daughter’s princess backpack across the little girl’s shoulders.

With boarding passes in one hand and a firm grip on her daughter with the other, Penelope placed a light kiss on the desperate man’s cheek and headed toward the airport entrance. Filled with a mixture of hope and despair, Kevin watched the two disappear amongst the other travelers. He loved her even though he knew that her heart belonged to Derek. He couldn’t help but wonder if she would give them another chance if there were no more Derek. He could make that happen, he would make that happen. Then Penelope would be his wife and she could have his children and he’d even find a way to make Derek’s spawn love him too…or else…

New York –

Savannah had planned a special homecoming for Derek. Her new friend Kevin Lynch had placed an, “official” call to the appropriate people to arrange for her to gain access to Derek’s apartment. So, with her luggage and a bag of groceries from the nearby market she strolled through the doors and headed toward the concierge’s desk.

“Good morning, ma’am. How can I help you?”

“Yes, my husband and I are staying here and I’m afraid I left my key in the apartment.”

“Name please?”

“Derek Morgan, we’re in the penthouse suite on the thirteenth floor.”

As she spoke the man typed on the keyboard carefully studying the screen.

“Ah yes, we received a call a little while ago. I’ll take you right up.”

“Thank you you’re very kind.”

“My pleasure, ma’am.”

FBI Headquarters –

Penelope would have been proud he chuckled to himself. Even though it would have been faster, he was able to figure out what had happened to the five victims. Now all he had to do was prove it or get one of the three to turn on the others.

Agents Christiansen and Carmichael had been partners for over ten years. They specialized in sex trafficking. The two had an impressive record of arrests and were highly decorated and respected throughout the bureau. The civilian victims, Angel Potter, Corky Delaney and Mitchell O’Dale had been arrested as part of a sting operation headed by the two agents. Evidence in the case had mysteriously come up missing and the three suspects were released. Morgan had a hunch as to what was going on and if he was right, the murdered agents must have stumbled onto evidence that could prove Morgan’s hunch. Agents Christiansen and Carmichael had decided to take justice into their own hands doing the job that the courts couldn’t do. When they realized that they could make money taking care of “problems” they became hit men for hire.

“Excuse me, sir?”

The man had knocked three times before Morgan finally heard him.

“Sir?”

Morgan looked up to see Leo Tavares, the department technical analyst standing in the doorway.

“Yes?”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no…please, come in.”

Tavares stepped into the oversized office waiting for permission to go any further.

“Sorry to disturb you, Sir but…”

“No, please have a seat.”

Morgan motioned the man toward one of the two seats in front of his desk.

“I know you’re busy.”

Leo couldn’t help but notice the stacks of files on his boss’ desk.

“Wow, you don’t waste time.”

“I’m at a bit of a disadvantage, not knowing anyone and all.”

“Well I know you’ve been trying to meet with everyone in person…since I’m only a TA, I’m low man on the totem pole. I thought since I’m usually here early I’d stop by and formerly introduce myself.”

“I have been trying to meet with everyone and I think I may have underestimated just what an undertaking that is. Trust me Leo, I would have gotten around to you.”

“Well good, Sir.”

Leo abruptly stood pushing his glasses back and nervously stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Is that all?”

“Uh, yes…yes Sir.”

Leo hurried toward the door. Just before leaving he turned to face the man who’d already turned his attention to the files on his desk.

“Oh, and agent Morgan?”

“Yes?”

“If you need anything, and I do mean anything I’m here for you. Just let me know. I can probably save you some time looking through all of that paper.”

Derek glanced at the pile then back at the man.

“I don’t doubt you could. Don’t be surprised if I take you up on that offer, Leo.”

Then as quickly and as quietly as he appeared he was gone. So it began now Morgan was sure he was on the right track. One of his three suspects had just attempted to insert himself into his investigation. Derek shook his head and thought that perhaps he could use some cheese to draw out the rats. Maybe Leo would be that cheese.

The apartment was exquisite perfect for her and Derek. Savannah walked around the living room and then the kitchen imagining spending her days and nights here with him. She’d have to put her special touch on the place. Then she walked into the bedroom she saw his clothes thrown about the room and she smiled. How she’d love to be between the sheets after adding her own clothes to the growing piles. She was exhausted, the flight and the fact that she hadn’t slept much the night before, gave her an idea. Piece by piece she began to remove her clothing. Derek wouldn’t be home for a while and a quick nap wouldn’t harm anything. Besides, she would need her energy before cooking the special dinner she had planned for the two of them.

Penelope wondered if Derek would be happy to see her and Saraya. She was taking a big risk but JJ was right she needed to fight for her marriage before he got use to her not being around. Dragging her bags behind her and with a sleeping three-year old in her arms Penelope paid the cabbie and headed toward the door of the apartment building. It was beautiful but it wasn’t either of their taste but for now she had no right to judge where he lived.

Savannah made herself comfortable as she found an empty drawer for her things. She knew her stay was going to be short but she needed to get used to being there with him and she needed to leave something behind for him to remember her visit.

The bed beckoned her as she allowed her body to plop face up on the firm mattress. She imagined Derek undressing her and admiring the sight of her naked body just before making slow passionate love to her.

“Hello, Ma’am…my what a precious little girl…” Penelope smiled wearily as she shifted Saraya in her arms. “How may I help you?”

“Yes, my husband is staying here.”

“Okay, I’ll look him up. What’s the name?”

“Derek Morgan.”

The man looked puzzled as his fingers stilled over the keyboard.

“Is there a problem?”

“Uh…it’s just that?”

“Look, I’m exhausted, my daughter is exhausted and I just want to see my husband. Now please, can you help me?”

“Let me just make a call. One moment please.”

The man quickly turned his back on Penelope and nervously began dialing. Even in this upscale building he’d seen his share of strange things but this one took the cake; an FBI agent…the FBI agent…with two wives…and a child that looked so much like him it was haunting! Now this was one for the books.

The phone on the nightstand rang pulling Savannah from her idle daydream. Moaning she picked up the receiver.

“Yes?”

“Sorry to disturb you but there’s a woman at the lobby claiming to be Mr. Morgan’s wife.”

“Oh, really?”

Savannah pulled herself to a sitting position and smiled into the receiver.

“Let me guess, blonde, glasses and a little…oddly dressed.”

The man glanced over his shoulder taking a quick look at Penelope then turning back.

“Uh…yes, ma’am.” He whispered.

“Poor thing, still calling herself his wife.” Savannah chuckled.

“What should I do?”

“No worries send her up. The door will be open so she can just come on in. I’ll handle things from here.”

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am!”

The odd little man turned back to face Penelope with an awkward smile on his face.

“Thank you for waiting, ma’am. I’ll show you to the apartment.”

Penelope shook her head in disbelief while the concierge grabbed her bags and headed toward the elevators. The ride up to the thirteenth floor was uncomfortable to say the least. Penelope began second guessing her decision to come maybe the scene at the front desk was an omen that she had made a mistake. She wasn’t expecting him to be home…why was he home? Then as the elevator came to a stop she took a deep breath and followed the man down the hall.

“Here we are, ma’am…Mrs. Morgan.”

The door was open and so Penelope followed him inside. Making a quick retreat the man closed the door behind him leaving her and Saraya alone.

“Derek?”

Penelope placed her still sleeping daughter gently on the couch.

“Derek, are you here?”

Penelope gasped shocked at the woman…the last person she ever imagined she’d see in this apartment. Dressed only in Derek’s dress shirt with only the bottom button buttoned, Savannah strolled from the hallway into the living room.

“Savannah…what, what are you doing here?”

Glancing at the sleeping child on the couch, then at the luggage near the door, Savannah eyed Penelope up and down as she confidently sneered at her rival.

“I live here, where else would I be?”

 

 

 

 

 

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