A/N: It was a pretty close call, but since some of you said it already - it is already written - so I decided posting it. I just copied the whole email as it was, and just so you know, this is more like an alternate ending and in no connection to the previous epilogue. And as mentioned before, this is written by my dear friend KricketWilliams who simply felt imspired LOL... Thanks to you all and see you at my next story (hopefully)...

AN: For Ulrike...because I love her...

Three months later...

"I seriously can't believe you talked me into going to this shop again," Derek teased, a cheesy grin on his handsome face that stated the polar opposite of what he had just verbalized. They both knew the truth: when it came right down to it, Garcia could talk Morgan into anything if she put her devilish mind to it.

She giggled to herself. She was going to have to stop thinking about them as Morgan and Garcia. It was going to be Morgan and Morgan very soon. In fact, that was the reason they needed to visit the psychic again.

"Come on," she said, pushing his arm playfully as they walked. "You thought it was a good idea to give credit where credit was due in getting us to open our eyes to possibilities."

"Us? Us to open our eyes?" He gave an incredulous snorrt. "Oh, no, momma. You. Not us."

She rolled her eyes.

He made a dead stop, pulling her into his arms. He looked down into her upturned face and grinned. "Woman, my eyes have always been on the prize...you. Since minute one."

She simply smiled at him, gave him a quick kiss, and then they began to walk again. It was a nice thing to think, and he'd assured her it was true, but she still thought the mystery woman had a lot to do with their cosmic love affair and how it happened so smoothly.

They turned the corner down the alley where the shop was, past the laundry and near the Chinese restaurant and halted in their steps. There was no sign out front, no sandwich board advertising, no neon light. There was no window with heavy velvet curtains and no shop bells above the door.

In fact, there was no door.

"Derek..." Penelope began, feeling somewhat creeped out.

"We must've taken a wrong turn. Here, I'm going to look at the card. It's in my..." He started digging in his pockets, first the right, and then the left, and then his back pockets. "I'm sure it's here..." He opened his wallet, and came up empty for the business card.

Penelope shivered, feeling chills rolling down her back. "Baby Boy, this was the alley...I know it."

Derek frowned. "This is ridiculous. We had to take a wrong turn."

Just then, a delivery man from the Chinese restaurant exited the building, carrying a paper bag and a box. He walked to his bicycle, not too far from where Morgan and Garcia were standing.

"Excuse me!" Derek said.

"Yes?" the man asked, looking impatient.

"Is the fortune teller's shop near here?" Derek asked. "You know, the psychic."

The man gave him the oddest look. "Who? Mister, I don't know what you are talking about."

As if he had no more time, the delivery man boarded his bicycle, ready to leave.

Putting his hand on the handlebars to halt the delivery man, he tried again, "The psychic's shop. Madame Tuillerie. She's either here or next alley."

"Sorry, mister," he said. "There's no one by that name here in this area, and I've been delivering here for four years."

At the same time, Penelope was researching with her phone. She looked a little pale at what came up. "Derek...look at this."

Releasing the bicycle, Derek walked over and Penelope shared with him the page. Madame Tuillerie, renouned fortune teller for President Lincoln. Died back in 1901. There was a picture, too...of Madame Tuillerie, dressed in period clothing.

"Oh, hell, no," Derek said, shaking his head. "This is ridiculous. Carly saw her, too. I'll text her and find out."

Penelope was still shaking. "Derek, this is beyond coincidental."

Morgan shook his head, and then showed her his text. What psychic? :( I miss U. Want to try again?

Penelope shook her head and looked at him seriously. "Well, that only leaves one thing to concur from this."

"That woman was a ghost?"

"No," she said, and then she began to smile. "That Carly is nuts if she thinks you'd want to try again."

Derek smiled, too, his beaming, one of a kind grin and wrapped his arm around her, knowing one thing: No matter how they got together, it was meant to be...and truly written in the stars.