Soul Purpose Chapter 12

New York – Evening –

He loved her cooking but tonight was the best meal he’d ever had. She was a great cook and he was overjoyed. Sitting down for dinner with his girls made the food taste even better. Saraya was in her own world making an utter mess of the mash potatoes and gravy. Penelope had cut up her steak in tiny pieces and she’d even managed to make a mess of that along with her peas. Both Derek and Penelope chuckled at the little girl who was a perfect blend of them both.

“This was amazing, Baby Girl.”

“Why thank you, Handsome.”

“Did you go grocery shopping because all I had in the refrigerator was water, milk and a few frozen hamburger patties?”

“Let’s just say the market on the corner delivers.”

“Oh yeah since when?”

“Since Savannah decided to come all the way here from Quantico to bring you two bags of groceries, that’s when!”

“She what?”

Penelope knew that this was going to be a heated conversation she could see the questions and the anger in his eyes. Then she looked over at her daughter who’d done all she was going to do with her meal. This was a conversation that she didn’t want to have with her around.

“Talk to me, Garcia!”

“Oh yeah not a conversation for baby’s ears.” She thought to herself.

Penelope stood and moved toward their daughter grabbing a towel to wipe her hands and face.

“I’ll tell you what, why don’t you take your daughter, give her a bath and put her to bed and I’ll clean up the kitchen.”

“Then I want the details!”

“Every last one.”

Morgan looked at her sternly and then moved to his daughter who was covered in dinner. Shaking his head and smiling he picked her up gently and headed toward the bathroom.

“Bath time Princess.”

“Bath daddy…then story.”

“Okay, daddy will read you a story.”

“The princess story, daddy, the princess story!”

Penelope watched her husband head out of sight. As much as he tried to hide his anger from his daughter she could see it in his face and his body and the fact that he called her Garcia…now that spoke volumes.

Home of Kevin Lynch – Quantico, VA –

Kevin found it hard to believe that Penelope had stood up to Savannah. It wasn’t how he’d planned it when he’d urged her to surprise Derek in New York. The picture in his mind was much different. He wanted desperately to believe that he still had a chance with the one who he allowed to get away. She was his and his stubborn impatient pride had caused him to react foolishly to her rejection of his marriage proposal several years ago. Now all he had from their relationship was regrets.

Savannah’s account of her brief stay in New York continued to ring in his ears and while at first he found humor in her despair he could now only drown his defeat in a bottle of cheap tequila. His head hurt and so did his heart. Kevin despised Derek Morgan for what he was and what he had taken so easily from him. No matter how things appeared he wasn’t ready to concede and so with that thought and a refill of his near empty glass he dialed Penelope’s number and waited in anticipation hoping that what Savannah had told him earlier was all a gross exaggeration.

“Speak mere mortal or risk eternal damnation.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle even through his pain at her greeting.

“Plum…er…Penny, it’s me, Kevin.”

“Hey! What’s up?”

“I hope I’m not disturbing…”

“No…well not yet anyway.”

The happiness in her voice was undeniable. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall.

“Uh, well…good. I just thought I’d check on you and, and…Saraya.”

“We are uber great! I can’t thank you enough for encouraging me to come to New York.”

“Well, uh, good! Anything exciting happen so far?”

“Besides, Savannah showing up and greeting me at Derek’s door half-naked? No, not much happening here, my sweet friend.”

“What, please tell me you’re kidding?”

“I wish I were but no worries…I sent her packing much to her shock and dismay!”

“Wow, that’s not the Penny I know. I’m…proud of you!”

“Well, I owe it all to you…and JJ and…anyway, thank you, Kevin!”

“You’re welcome…Penelope. You know how much I care about you I just want you to be happy.”

“Well I am. In fact, I’ve never been happier. I’ve learned a lot through all of this.”


“Yeah. I learned that my husband’s love for me is real and pure. I love Derek with all my heart and I will never give up on our marriage.”

Kevin’s heart shattered for the millionth time. He didn’t stand a chance in winning her heart as long as Derek was alive. He couldn’t stand the thought of living without her. Kevin knew now more than ever that Derek Morgan had to die.

New York –

The sound of her daughter’s giggles as her husband read the princess story for the hundredth time was like sweet music to her ears. He’d assigned special voices and noises to each character, which brought new life to the timeless story. According to Saraya, nobody read the princess story quite like her daddy. It was hard to believe how much her life had changed in less than twenty-four hours. It was only yesterday that she thought her marriage to Derek was over. Now here she was in his new apartment finishing up dinner dishes and excited about spending some quality time with him. It had been a while since they’d shared the same bed and she’d missed him terribly.

Penelope put away the last of the dishes. It had gotten quiet in the other part of the apartment so drying her hands she made her way toward her daughter’s room. She smiled at the sight of her daughter wrapped in the big strong arms of her daddy, with the princess book laying across the two them. They’d fallen asleep and as she stood in the doorway shaking her head, she knew her reunion with him would have to wait until later. So, she quickly turned around and headed to the bathroom for a nice hot shower.

The steaming hot water felt good against her skin. The day had finally caught up with her and she was exhausted but she relished the thought of being there with Derek and her daughter. So lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear him enter the bathroom or the shower. His arms snaking around her waist startled her momentarily until he pulled her gently against his naked body.

“I thought you were asleep?”

“I was but I’m awake now.”

“Yes, I can tell.”

He moaned against her neck as he planted kisses on her wet skin.

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear.

His hands began to reacquaint themselves with her body reminding her how much he’d always admired her ample breast as they lingered there playfully. Her moans motivated him and he turned her to face him and without another word he kissed her like a man starving and thirsty. She was hungry too as they fought for control but it was he who won out in the end as she felt her control waning and her knees getting weak. He lifted her anchoring her body against the tile then just before going any further he kissed her again while staring intently into her eyes. Then he asked her a very important question, one that really needed no answer.

“Are you ready, Baby Girl?”


Morning –

She was reminded that it had been a while since they’d made love. He’d wanted to be gentle and take his time but neither of them could wait. He’d apologized over and over for devouring her…taking and marking her in ways that would leave her bruised and sore for days. It didn’t matter she belonged to him and the physical evidence to that fact made her smile. She’d left her own marks on his body as she glanced at his back now streaked with evidence of her. He was hers too and last night both of them had surrendered to those facts over and over again. For now she watched as he slept peacefully with his arms across her body. She’d been a fool for thinking that Savannah could ever steal him away. Nobody could do what they did to and for each other. Glancing at the clock she silently moaned knowing that it was time for him to get up but her body was telling her she wanted just a few more minutes, just one more reminder…that he was hers…in every way…forever. His hands began to roam her body disappearing beneath the sheets that covered the bottom half of her. She loved how they were so in sync with each other. She moved her leg a little more to the side toward the edge of the bed as his hand found its desired target. With feather-like strokes he touched her…she was fully awake now. Slowly his eyes opened and drowsily he smiled at her red-flushed face.

“Good morning Baby Girl.”

“I’ll show you a good morning, Hot Stuff.”

“Me first…”

Then his head disappeared beneath the sheets meeting at the same place where his hand had arrived moments before.

One hour later…

He walked the three long blocks to work. After last night and this morning he needed to clear his head. There were things going on at work, things that he was beginning to uncover that required his undivided attention. Penelope had always made it difficult to focus and right now his mind was on her…every glorious inch of her; her smell, her soft ivory skin and the way she moaned under his touch.

Grabbing a cup of coffee from the corner street vendor, Derek entered the large building and headed toward the elevator. Just as the doors were closing Agent Christiansen stepped inside. The two men nodded their greetings and road the elevator up.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“Agent, Christiansen, right?”

“Yes Sir.”

Derek half=smiled. He’d never been called sir so much in all of his years with the bureau it would take a while to get used to that.

“So, how do you like New York?”

“I definitely never expected to live here but it’s fine…I guess.”

Derek took a sip from his coffee as he secretly profiled the man across from him. He was confident all most blatantly so as if his stance was a challenge. He had grown comfortable in the belief that he’d never get caught for his crimes. But Morgan was confident and capable and his desire to go home to be with his family was just what he needed to bring this man and whoever was working with him to justice.

“I thought the same thing. I’ve been here twenty years now. This place has a lot to offer and it’s home now.”

“I’m not ready to call it home just yet.”

Just then the elevator pinged and came to a stop. Christiansen stepped out followed by Morgan. Before heading down the hall, the other agent turned and extended his hand.

“Let me be the first to say, welcome to the big apple.”

Morgan reluctantly shook his hand and nodded.

“Thank you.” Morgan watched as the agent walked away quickly disappearing around the corner.

Christiansen could feel the man’s eyes on his back as he rounded the corner. His phone began to ring and he pulled it from his pocket frowning at the familiar number.

“It’s a little early for you isn’t it? I took you for a mid morning man.”

“Well it’s definitely too early for your jokes that’s for sure.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this call, Lynch?”

“You idiot!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You guys are getting sloppy! I thought Leo was supposed to be monitoring Morgan’s computer activities?”

“He is.”


“The geek was acting crazy…saying Morgan was on to us. I just thought…”

“You thought you were dealing with some average agent, right? You three think that you’re smarter than everybody else!”

“Wait a minute…calm down! Now is not the time to panic besides, I just met the man in the elevator…he’s clueless.”

“I’ve been monitoring his activity too. Leo’s right you need to be worried and you need to be careful!”

“I got this. You just handle things on your end. Besides it looks like you have enough to worry about your own damn self!”

“I just hope that when the time comes, you’ll be able to do what needs to done.”

“Mark my word. When the time comes, I’ll pull the trigger myself. It’s only a matter of time…Derek Morgan is a dead man.”









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