"Did you kill my son?"
It had been the third time Omar had asked him the question. Morgan's answer was the same each time.
"No."
He kept his focus on the monitors. Omar had forced him to sit in a chair placed in front of the table where the bank of monitors sat. The old man was an arrogant bastard, leaving Morgan's hands and feet free, confident that the agent wouldn't make a move against him.
"See that man?"
Morgan's eyes shifted slightly to the uniformed officer outside of his wife's room.
"He works for me. If I don't call every five minutes he knows who to kill first."
Morgan closed his eyes and inhaled trying to steady his nerves and to keep his mind clear. He'd dealt with men like Omar for the last fifteen years and he could run scenarios through his mind at a million miles per minute. This wasn't going to end well but he knew that when he left the hospital in search of the man who'd nearly killed his family. He watched the aged hand of his enemy reach for the olive green phone and dial seven numbers. Omar repeated this act, speaking a few words and then hanging up, every five minutes for the next thirty minutes.
"Family is everything. Don't you agree Agent Morgan?"
Morgan shook his head and chuckled to himself. He refused to answer his eyes remained focused on the monitors.
"You took everything from me. Now it's time I take everything from you."
Omar reached for the silver bullets on the table behind Derek and one by one loaded two of them into the revolver in his hand.
"You don't remember me, do you?"
"I don't know you."
Omar stood and it was the first time all night that he felt his composure slip. The anger he'd managed to keep firmly put and out of the way of his plans now began to overwhelm him. He stood next to Morgan and then suddenly with all of his strength swung the gun hitting his target squarely against the side of the head. He felt a rush as Morgan's blood splattered across his face and shirt. Omar didn't mind the mess that had also managed to splatter on him as well. He'd relish in the pain and damage he had caused later but for now he had to remain calm and use the man's last moments his advantage before he took his life to.
"Giuseppe Montola."
The name was familiar. He was one of a six-person hit squad who had mastered the use of the Internet to do their dirty business. Morgan and his team had recently obliterated them. They were a non-factor now. In fact, Giuseppe was the one Morgan had taken down single-handedly.
"Yeah, so what."
"He was my son."
"But the last names…"
"He took his mother's name as a safety precaution."
"Like father, like son. I know you must have been proud."
Morgan slowly lifted his head blinking through the pain and the blood streaming down the side of his face.
"I'll ask you again. Did you kill my son?"
"I did not kill your son!"
"I know you visited him in prison before he died!"
"Your son was about to tell me everything about your sick business before he was poisoned by one of the guards."
Omar began to pace back and forth studying Morgan. He had so much to tell the agent; so much to share and when he was done, the poor man would beg him to pull the trigger.
Bethesda Memorial Hospital –
"Damn it! Where is he?"
JJ had known. She recognized the look in his eyes. She also knew that there was no way anyone was going to stop him. He was nowhere in sight once they got to the hospital's exit.
"He knows."
Reid looked puzzled at JJ.
"Knows what?"
"He knows who did this!"
Garcia ran the footage again…and again. She felt helpless. There was nothing on the security footage that gave her a clue to where Morgan had gone. His phone was pinging about three miles north of the hospital and so with nothing else to go on the team headed out. The trail led them to a field. Nothing was there except the remains of Derek's cell phone and any hope they had of finding their friend.
"We met before, you and I but I don't expect you to remember. It was such a long time ago."
"I told you already. I don't know you."
"Your wife."
"What about my wife?"
"She knows me; knows me very well actually."
Morgan looked at the man wondering if this was some sort of game he was playing. Savannah was lying in a hospital bed fighting for her life and the life of their unborn child. He wasn't going to play this game with him.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to know the truth. I want you to know how it feels to lose your family."
"For a man that's made his living from killing, I can't imagine you being able to teach me anything."
"She's beautiful. You're a lucky man."
"Your five minutes are up."
Omar looked at the phone and smirked.
"Why yes; yes they are."
Once again he picked up the phone and dialed and spoke the few words he'd spoken before and hung up the phone. Then with his back slightly to Morgan he ran a finger lightly across the monitor that displayed Savannah lying still on the bed.
"All I asked was for her to do one thing; one simple thing and she fucked it up!"
"What are you talking about?"
"I gave her very specific instructions. She assured me she could handle it."
Morgan watched the man as he turned to face him. Then with steely calm he pointed the gun at him letting the muzzle rest on his forehead. Morgan closed his eyes and waited.
"All she had to do was make sure you died at that farmhouse."
Bethesda Memorial Hospital –
Even before she opened her eyes, Savannah knew she was in the room alone. Derek had promised to stay by her side but she knew that he would never be able to honor that promise. Sitting and doing nothing was not what he did. She'd never hold it against him. He wouldn't rest until he found the person responsible for her being here.
She didn't deserve him and she knew it. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with him. He was merely an assignment from the man who had raised her. Omar had refused to tell her why she needed to get to know Derek Morgan and find a way into the agent's life. Just that she had to and then to keep Omar informed of everything he did. In the process she realized that he was more than an assignment, more than just a target to be killed by Omar and his network of assassins. Derek had become her love, life and now the father of her child.
She wanted out and had thought about pleading with Omar, the man who'd loved her has a child but she knew that that same man had no place in his heart for weakness and no tolerance for her fairy tale hopes of a happily-ever-after with the man who had killed his son. So she remained silent and did as she was told and made sure that Morgan had gotten to the market parking lot in time to happen across Omar's team.
She was good at her job. Omar had trained her personally and she took great pride in pleasing him. Still her guilt nearly ate her alive and seeing the damage done to his body and his mind nearly killed her as well. Still Savannah would never betray Omar, she'd learned and had seen first hand what happened to those who did. Savannah's mother had learned too…she wasn't her mother…and it meant everything to her to know that Omar had trusted her with an assignment this important. It meant the world to her…more than anything or anyone else.
"Derek forgive me…please forgive me."
