"Yeah, I know, sis. Look, I'm leaving now, I'll be there in a little bit," she laughed, hanging her purse off her shoulder, and closing the front door.

He lowered his body into the darkened backseat, listening as she opened and closed the driver door, and tossed her purse onto the passenger seat. The keys entered the ignition, started the engine, and brought the vehicle to life as she backed out of the drive, and headed down the road.

Carefully, as she approached a stop sign, he lifted his body from the floor of the vehicle, and pressed the blade of the knife against her neck.

"Don't scream. Don't panic. Do as I say, and you'll be just fine," he breathed into her ear. She froze up, eyes wide, and whimpered slightly.

"W-What do you want?" she asked shakily. He smirked.

"Just do as I say," he replied, wrapping her ponytail around one hand, and keeping the blade against her neck, as he whispered directions in her ear.

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The sun peaked, and ducked behind one of the few white clouds overhead, as the car came to a stop against the curb. Glancing out the passenger window, he smiled, and pushed his sunglasses back up, climbing out with his keys in his hands. He made his way up the walk, and up the steps, placing the keys in his pocket before knocking on the door. For a couple of moments, there was no answer, and he raised an eyebrow, frowning. As he lifted his hand to knock again, he heard the footsteps inside, and smiled, watching as the door opened.

"Hello…Derek? Hi!" she laughed, reaching out the door to embrace him.

"Hey, mom! How're ya doin?" he asked, returning the embrace as he stepped into the building, and closed the door behind him.

"I'm fine, I'm wonderful now that you're here," she replied, stepping back to cup his face in her hands. "Oh, it's so good to have you home." He smiled, and kissed her cheek, giving her another hug.

"It is good to be home – much more relaxing than being at work," he replied, as she led him into the living room.

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She gathered the plates, and leaned down, placing a kiss on Morgan's forehead.

"Dinner was great, mom," he said, standing to help her. "You shouldn't have to clean up – c'mon, put those down. Let me." She hushed him, smiling and shaking her head.

"Don't be silly, honey. You just got here, I'm not going to let you work," she chuckled, heading to the kitchen and laying the dishes in the sink.

"Ma, you know I can't sit around and do nothing," Morgan replied, smirking and shaking his head. She smiled over her shoulder as she flipped on the water, before shaking her head a little bit.

"There is something you can do for me, but you can't until tomorrow."

"Yeah?" he asked, grabbing a dish towel and standing next to her at the sink. She nodded, shutting the water off to look at Morgan.

"I finally met with an attorney, to set up a Will so that way you and your sisters are taken care of," she said, patting her hand on his wrist. "We agreed I would come by to get them, but I've been so busy, I just couldn't. Would you mind going there for me tomorrow? I'll call and tell them you'll be in to pick them up." Morgan chuckled, and nodded, kissing his mom on the cheek.

"Sure thing, ma. Just let me know when you call them, so I don't go before," he suggested, smirking. She smiled, flipping the water back on, and pouring soap on the sponge.

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He pulled up into the lot, and shut off the SUV.

"Yeah, I'm here, ma. I'll just see you when I get back…Love you too," he smiled, before hanging up, sliding his phone away as he climbed out of the driver's seat. As he pocketed the keys, he rounded the corner, and glanced carefully at the windows.

His eyes scanned four different display windows before he saw the one for the attorney his mother used, and smiled. Opening the door, he looked around, and shook his head. The lobby was painted white, the floor covered in dark grey carpet with speckles of various dark shades of red, green, and blue, the walls dotted with various small paintings and photographs. Two oak desks sat near the wall, side by side, a chair behind one, the computer screen black with the time bouncing from one side to the other. Papers were spread across the desktops, and the chair was pushed out, as though the person had gotten up in a hurry.

Looking around, Morgan walked around the lobby until he spotted the bell, hidden beneath a few sheets of scratch paper. Smirking, he pushed the paper out of the way, and tapped his finger into the button. There was a thud, and a groan.

"I hate that bell, I hate that bell. Hang on a second!" a female voice called, muffled slightly through the wall. Morgan put his hands into his pockets, and stepped back, turning towards the wall to examine the photographs.

Her hands gripped a few large expandable files, and she hoisted them up as she slowly and carefully walked down the hall. She tilted her head, watching her feet as she made her way towards the lobby.

"Give me just one second, and I'll help you," she spoke as she rounded the corner. Morgan glanced over, and jumped a little, moving quickly up beside her and picking up a couple of the files.

"Let me help you with that," he said, taking them and setting them on top of the second desk. She chuckled, and placed the other files in her hands down, too, and nodded.

"I really appreciate th-…You've got to be kidding me, Derek Morgan?" she asked, laughter in her voice. He looked up as she turned to face him, and couldn't help the laugh passing his lips as they curled into a grin.

"Abygayl Morel, what are you doin' here?" he asked, moving towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She giggled, hooking her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him into a tight hug, shaking her head.

"I work here, Morgan. What's your excuse?" He pulled back and patted her cheek.

"I grew up in Chicago. Came by to pick up some papers for my mom." Gayle looked at him for a second , eyebrows knitted together, before a look of realization showed on her face.

"Oh! Morgan! Oh, doy! I don't know why the hell I didn't put that one together," she said, moving around him and digging through the papers on her desk. "You are named in the Will, I kind of should have figured that one out, huh?" she laughed, finally picking up the document and holding it out to him. He snickered.

"Maybe. How long have you been working here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Gayle thought for a second, before opening the top drawer, and rustling a few pages in the small calendar.

"It will be a year next month." He paused, thinking for a second, before nodding.

"I can't believe it's been over a year since you were sitting at Headquarters trying to remember your name," he said, taking the papers she had held out to him and shaking his head. Gayle smiled, and nodded.

"I can't believe you are out here and standing in my office," she chuckled, leaning against her desk and smiling at him. "But it's good to see you."

"You too, Gayle."

The two stood in the lobby, him holding his mom's papers, her leaning against her desk, talking for several minutes, smiling and laughing, before her phone rang. Gayle jumped slightly, before snickering at herself, and holding up her hand towards Morgan as she answered. He looked around, letting her talk, and examined a sunset photograph that hung over her desk.

Gayle set the phone down in the cradle, and turned back around, placing her head on his shoulder.

"Do you like that picture?" she asked, smiling. He glanced at her, and nodded, chuckling as he turned back towards her.

"Yeah, it's a great shot. They all are," Morgan replied, motioning his free hand around the walls.

"Good. Some of them are mine. Some are ones they randomly bought," she said, motioning to the ceiling and referring to the attorneys. He chuckled, but nodded. "Hey…listen…I gotta get back to work, but…how long are you going to be around?" she asked, reaching out and laying her fingers on his arm. A smile tugged the corners of his lips, and he shrugged.

"I usually set aside a week to come see my mom and my sisters," he answered, nodding a little bit.

"Ah…well…tomorrow, do you want to get some lunch? I have the day off, but I don't want to keep you from your family for too long. We can catch up," she suggested, hopeful. Morgan looked at her, before reaching up and patting his palm against her cheek.

"Gayle, I'd love to meet you for lunch. Give me your address, I'll pick you up," he said, to which she turned around and jotted down her address on a scrap of paper. She turned back around, and placed it in his palm.

"Then I will see you then. You still have my number, don't you?" The hesitant look on his face made her laugh, and she reached down, snagging his phone off his hip. Morgan couldn't help but snicker as she pressed a few buttons, scanned his Contacts, and checked the number he had for her in his phone. "Hrm…that's my old phone," she sheepishly admitted, before going in and changing the number. She pressed one last button, and slid the phone back where it came from, looking up at Morgan.

"I'll call you in the morning," he said, as she led him to the door. Gayle stopped a few steps from the door, and reached out, hugging Morgan again.

"Good. Drive safe, Derek Morgan."

"Have fun at work, Gayle Morel," he snickered, waving as he headed out the door.