Soul Purpose Chapter 25
Tinsley smiled down at the woman. He could tell that she had been crying. He almost felt sorry for her…almost. He had a job to do and emotions only got in the way.
“Mrs. Morgan, how are you feeling?”
“I’ve been better.”
Penelope watched the man who was a stranger to her. She’d seen him more in the last twelve hours than she had in her entire time working for the bureau. He was more of a phantom than a real live breathing person. Only the elite and department heads ever saw the man who had run the FBI for the last fifteen years.
“So, I don’t want to intrude I just wanted to come by and…”
The noise of the door opening stopped him. Both he and Penelope watched as Fran came in carrying two large Styrofoam cups. Fran entered cautiously examining the stranger then smoothly taking a position next to Penelope.
“Fran this is Director Tinsley with the FBI.”
Both smiled while Fran, without taking her eyes off of the man handed Penelope one of the cups.
“Director.” Fran nodded.
“Ma’am, I uh, was just telling Mrs. Morgan that I wanted to stop by to see how she was doing and to offer my condolences.”
“Agent Morgan, my husband is…”
“Was…was my son.” Fran interrupted.
Fran grabbed Pen’s hand and squeezed it lightly.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Then I guess my condolences go out to you as well, ma’am.”
“Mrs. Rossi, please call me Mrs. Rossi.”
“As in David Rossi?”
“Yes, he’s my husband.”
“It’s a pleasure, Mrs. Rossi.” Extending his hand.
Fran nodded and firmly shook his hand her stare seemed to bore a hole through to his soul. Tinsley felt slightly uncomfortable as he pulled his hand away.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Director.”
“Well listen, I better let you two enjoy your tea. If either of you need anything, anything at all please do not hesitate to call me.”
“Thank you, sir.” Penelope responded.
The two women watched as he disappeared through the door.
“I don’t like him.”
“No Penelope, there’s something about him I don’t trust.”
“I think you’ve been married to a profiler too long.”
“No, it’s in his eyes…a cockiness and coldness, you know? I don’t like him.”
“It is odd that he came by. It’s not like Derek knew him and he doesn’t seem like that sort of guy who would visit the family of a fallen agent.”
“Exactly.” Fran agreed.
Unknown Medical Facility – Evening –
It had been daylight when Dave arrived now it was dark. Dave had stood vigil over Derek for hours and now it was well after six. He had only left to use the restroom and to grab a cup of coffee. The nurses had come in every thirty minutes to check on their patient. Dave marveled at how still Derek was and the only sign that he was really alive was the movement of his chest as the ventilator helped him to breathe. The monitors seemed to keep an eerie beat while Dave sat and prayed for a miracle.
He felt like a coward somehow he knew sitting here wouldn’t change anything in Derek’s condition but it was easier than seeing the anger and disappointment in Fran’s face. She was so angry and he couldn’t blame her. What he had agreed to take part in was unthinkable and he knew even when he’d agreed to take part that he’d have hell to pay in the end.
“You need to pull out of this, son. I’m going to need your help with your mother.”
The monitors continued to beep in the background while Dave lost himself in his thoughts and worry about his family. This wasn’t supposed to happen and Derek wasn’t supposed to be shot. He knew it was risky what Derek had proposed but it seemed that someone had outsmarted them, someone who should have been on their side and someone they had not counted on being a factor in this whole nightmare.
Dave’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the sound of the creaky door. Avery stepped inside and over to the opposite side of the bed.
“Don’t you think you should take a break?”
Dave looked at his watch. He needed more than a break and he smiled slightly at his friend’s concern.
“I suppose you’re right. I have to pick a friend up from the airport anyway.”
Dave stood he noticed the sudden change on the doctor’s face.
“She’s going to want to see you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened with you two? You had a good thing going there for a while.”
“It’s kind of hard having a relationship with a dead woman, Dave.”
“Yeah but she’s alive and…”
Avery smiled and shook his head.
“Dave you know more than anybody what our work does to relationships. When she decided to move to England, I couldn’t stop her no matter how I felt about her.”
Then Avery picked up Derek’s chart pretending to study it.
“He’s strong. They must give you guys some super pill in the academy. Most men would have been dead by now. Just like…”
“…Just like Emily?”
“Yeah, just like Emily.”
Emily was exhausted and pulling her bag from the carousel seemed like an impossible task. In spite of the weight of her bag her heart was heavier. Her part in Derek’s plan was painful and trying to explain to Penelope and the others would be even more painful. The worst part was that she had unfinished business that none of them knew about except Rossi and she’d promised them after winning their forgiveness over Doyle that she had no more secrets. She lied.
Flashback…Three years ago…
Home of Avery Peterson – Evening –
Dr. Avery Peterson had violated the first rule of medicine. He’d gotten emotionally involved with his patient. He’d saved the raven-haired beauty’s life. In those first moments, hours, days and weeks of having her under his care he knew his life would never be the same. She was more than a patient, a nameless VIP who had been smuggled to his facility to be put back together.
She had lost a lot of blood and she was dying…had died at least twice but somehow his hands and the hands and skills of his staff had managed to broker a deal with God himself to breathe life back into her frail pale body. She was a fighter even in this strange place that held no promises and no future, no family or familiar faces. Still she clung to life and to him. He fought with her and for her and in the end when it seemed as if they had won the war for her life he realized that somehow in the fray, she had stolen his heart.
“You don’t have to go.”
“No, I’m serious. You can stay here…with me.”
“There are people who’d want me dead if they knew I was alive. My team and even their families would be in danger if they knew that Ian hadn’t succeeded in killing me. I can’t risk that.”
“Not even for me?”
“Oh, that’s so not fair.”
“I know and I’m sorry. I get it, I do. It’s just that… I hate this work…what we do takes everything from us and I hate it.”
“I know, so do I but we knew what we were getting into when we signed up for this.”
“Did we, really?”
“No, I guess not. I mean how could we have, right?”
He pulled her naked body close and wrapped her tight in his arms. They laid in his large bed for what felt like hours in silence. They’d made love as if their lives depended on it trying with every ounce of their beings to memorize every inch of each other’s bodies. She never expected this and never realized that she wanted it even if for only a little while.
Avery broke the silence speaking first. He loved to talk while she loved to listen. Slowly and lightly he brushed the hair from her face kissing her and then looking deeply into her eyes. She saw tears that had never been shed for anyone before and she heard unspoken promises in every word…his final words before what they had and what they meant to each other came to an end and she would be swept away by the same dark figures who had introduced them to each other so many months before.
“I love you, Emily Prentiss. I know we promised never to say those words to each other, but I want you to know that my heart belongs to you no matter what happens. I love you.”
“Shh…” He silenced her with an index finger placed against her lips.
“You don’t have to say it back. Just promise me that you will be safe…promise me that you will be happy.”