Up in his room, DJ had laid across his bed on his back. He stared up at his ceiling for awhile. He heard the front door close so he figured his dad finally left the house. He let out a breath of relief. He hadn't even noticed he was holding his breath. It was like his dad had him on pens and needles when he was home. DJ and his dad use to be really close but once he hit high school it just went down hill from there. DJ wasn't a bad kid, he was just- young. He wasn't a follower which was a good thing but he wasn't the best choice maker to be a leader either. It was rough being a Jr. to a highly ranked FBI agent. So much was expected of him.
DJ rolled over to his side and stared at his blinking laptop. It seems he had an instant message. He sighed and shifted so he could sit up straight. He reached for the laptop placing it on his lap. He clicked on the link to the message and read:
"DJ, what's up man. Haven't heard from you in days, hope your pops didn't burry you in the backyard. When you get this talk to me."
DJ let out a soft chuckle. Kinda like the one his dad throws around. He was a lot like Derek in so many ways it wasn't funny. He was strong and had a nice chiseled body like his, athletic type, same eyebrows and crinkles on the outer side of his eyes. Visibly the only thing he had different from his dad was he had a full head of hair. Black curly hair. He thought about cutting it a few times but his mom insisted that he keep it. So he did cause he knew it reminded her of the baby him. He had the same baby curl since birth and without it she would have to except that her baby wasn't so much a baby anymore. That he was going on 17 in a few days.
DJ typed back to his best friend:
"lol hey Tommy, yeah I'm still alive and I got my laptop back this morning. how's life in the outdoors? man I'm going crazy. Mom and Dad won't even let me come to school til next month when I'm off groundation. Home studies suck ass bro"
DJ sent the message and waited. Tommy didn't respond quick enough so DJ hopped on Facebook. He logged in and seen he had tons of notifications and messages. He smirked a little and checked them. Most of them were silly pictures from his party that he took with people or tagged statuses about how cool his party was even though it got shut down. He rocked his head to the side with a grin feeling pretty proud of himself. Cops shutting down his party or not it was still the talk of the school for awhile. He soon moved to his messages. He had had girls galore thirsty in his inbox. The usual flirting starters and some nude pictures. No big to him. He's seen it all before. He shrugged it off and responded to a few ladies knowing it would make their day. He had fans.
Tommy finally replied:
My man, that's wasup. Glad you're alive. yeah that fuckin sucks but Hey there's a college party tonight at Weston. Wanna come? I mean, you're already in trouble so who cares if you get caught."
DJ stared at the message blankly. He wanted to type fast to Tommy and tell him "hell no!" and that he was crazy for even thinking he could do that but then it hit him that maybe he could do it. Tommy was right, he already was in trouble and his dad was gone. He knew his mom and sister would be sleep soon. He contemplated.
"Are you crazy!? You know my parents will kill me this time around ya know? ...but you're right. I mean, you only live once right?
DJ smiled sheepishly at the screen. He looked over at his closet already thinking what to wear. He got up from his laptop and walked towards his door. He opened it slowly and peered out to the hallway to see that his sisters light was on in her room. He stepped out and peeked over the banister down to see if his mom was still in the kitchen which she wasn't. It was dark downstairs. He was about to turn back towards his room when he heard a voice.
"Derek Junior what on earth are you doing?" Penelope asked with curiosity in her eyes. She sounded still frustrated with him.
"mom, you scared me." he took a breath relaxing then continued, "but nothing. what are you doing?" bit his lip because he was wrong to ask her.
Penelope eyes snapped and she was going to scold him for asking her a question in return but she was too tired to continue a fight with him. She hated being so upset with her son, it wasn't in her to hold grudges but she was so disappointed in him still from throwing that house party.
"Your father left for the convention. I'm going to bed. Don't be on that laptop all night mister, you hear me?"
"Yes ma'm." he responded giving her a nod as he walked back into his room shutting the door.
Penelope sighed and pushed her glasses back into her face as it was sliding to the brim of her nose. She went into her room and got ready for a shower.
DJ heard the shower water running and knew this was his chance to flee quietly while the shower water was running. He began to get dressed in some jeans and a dark blue fitting top. Oh good lord, he even dressed like his father Derek Morgan. He went to check his laptop again and read his friends reply:
"Wooooo! my boy Derek is back in action. here's the address bro, and I'll meet you at the Circle K in 15."
DJ knew what he was attempting to do was bad but he didn't care. He wanted to have some fun. He threw his ID in his back pocket and his cell phone that was off. His parents had shut it off when he got in trouble but he thought he'd bring it with him to at least collect some phone numbers. He slipped out of his room quietly and went to Tara's room. If anybody was gonna drawl attention to him being gone it was going to be his little sister, but to his surprise she was knocked out in bed. He smiled with relief, clicked off her bedroom light and headed back to his room window. He couldn't go out the front door because he knew his mom armed it and their security system talked so he had to go out his already opened window. He's done it plenty of times his sophomore year when he started dating his girlfriend Kylie so he was a pro and was down on the ground within minutes. He strikes across his lawn making sure not to crunch any leaves so his mom won't get the urgency to look out her window. He headed down the street. Little did he know he was being watched.
Across the street from them was Agent Emily Prentiss house. She worked with Derek and Penelope and knew the family very well. She watched as DJ strode down the streets broad shouldered and swagger like his dad. Emily shook her head knowing he was grounded so she knew he wasn't allowed out. She let out a sigh as to she had to be the bad guy. She chose to shoot Derek a text to inform him of what she saw instead of Penelope. She had forgot he was at Rossi's convention tonight.
She put her phone down and shook her head again.
"Oh god DJ please don't get murdered tonight." she said to herself out loud
