One week later
Morgan yelled at the mischievous baby who was laughing and toddling away. Morgan sighed as the doorbell rang. "Saved by the bell, you tiny terror." Morgan scooped up the baby, who was happily twirling one of Daddy's ties around.
Morgan smiled as she looked out the peephole, seeing who waited outside. She opened the door and took a step back. "I am surprised to see you." Morgan replied.
"I took a chance." Jason replied, "Can I come in?"
"Do you want to talk to Frank?" Morgan asked, putting Michael down.
Jason smiled as he watched the little boy toddle around the room. "No, came to see you." he replied.
"Good. He's still pissed about you shooting him." Morgan replied, punching Jason in the face.
"Bloody hell woman!" Jason swore, grabbing his nose. "What the 'ell was that for?"
"For shooting my husband," Morgan sweetly smiled.
"Bubby!" Michael smiled, trying to repeat the new person in the house.
"Michael, don't repeat that!" Morgan chastised.
"Well, if the wanker listened to you, I wouldn't 'ave shot 'im." Jason said in his defense. "At least he don't 'ave a broken rib. I came to get me letter."
"I don't have it anymore." Morgan replied. "And Frank has his arm in a sling."
"You sent it?" Jason whispered.
"No," Morgan replied, "I tore it up and threw it away."
"Why?" he asked, amazed Morgan would so that.
"You're like Frank, too stubborn to die." Morgan smiled. "Besides, Frank tried to send it anyway."
"If it means anything, I'm sorry for what I put you and the little guy through." Jason honestly said.
"I know." Morgan replied.
"I owe you me life." Jason laughed.
"Why?" Morgan laughed, thinking how interesting it can be to have him owe her a favor.
"Wasn't for ya bein' a crack shot, Robertson would've finished me off." Jason admitted, "Good thing one of ya knows how to handle a gun."
"Sure it was me that saved you?" she asked. "Could've been Alex, Jake or Frank's shot that saved you."
"I'd rather owe ya than one of the others." Jason winked.
Morgan shuttered as she thought back to that day. Frank and Jake had their guns aimed at Robertson, while he had his trained on a hurt Jason. She couldn't help but wince when she remembered the pain on Jason's face as Robertson kicked him again.
She and Tom took their positions to help take Robertson out. They knew it was turning bad when the helicopter took off with Lily in it and Robertson screaming as it rose in the air.
"Frank, we're behind Robertson. When I see the chance, I'm taking him out." Tom stated.
Donovan nodded. "Give up, Robertson!" Donovan yelled, "You've lost!"
"I won't be the only one!" Robertson yelled back.
"I'm taking it!" Tom yelled into the headset. He squeezed the trigger just as Robertson did the same.
Robertson jerked as the bullet slammed into his shoulder. Jake stumbled back as the bullet grazed his arm.
Donovan bent down to check on Jake as Tom ran over and kicked the gun away from an unconscious Robertson.
"Jason," Morgan asked, caressing his cheek, "can you hear me?"
"I'm a bit knackered out." Jason replied, holding his side, "Wait, scratch that, I need a doc."
Morgan rode in the ambulance with Jason and held his hand the entire time.
"How is Lily doing?" Morgan asked.
"Guess she's dealing." Jason replied.
"You haven't seen her?" she asked.
"Better that way I think." Jason answered. "Her Mum is with 'er. They 'ave a lot to talk about. My superior told me Lily's seeing a doc for nightmares."
"It's not your fault." Morgan said placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Absobloodylutely it's my fault!" Jason hissed, moving away from her. "I'm the one who talked 'er into goin' back. She could've died because of me! I'm bad news to everyone. I'm better off without anyone."
"That's something you need to work out yourself." Morgan bit out. "Now what are you going to do? Go back to London and drink your life away in a pub?"
"That seems like a good start." Jason hissed, heading for the door.
"So, you're not going to find her and explain everything to her?" Morgan asked. "Who would've thought Jason Williamson is afraid of something."
"I'm not afraid!" Jason protested.
"You are, admit it!" Morgan goaded, "You're afraid to face Emma."
"You read my letter!" Jason accused her.
"Yep, and how Frank hates you for being romantic at a time when you thought you were doing to die." Morgan smiled. "Go back and find her and win her back."
"And if she won't take me back?" Jason asked.
"I'll fly over there and talk some sense into her," Morgan winked, "and a smack here and there to help."
"You win." Jason smirked, placing a cigarette in his mouth and walking out the door.
"Invite us to the wedding!" Morgan shouted after him.
"Bubby!" Morgan winced as she heard Michael repeat Jason again.
"Morgan!" Donovan yelled from his den.
"Maybe I should go with you." Morgan muttered heading towards her husband's voice.
Morgan yelled at the mischievous baby who was laughing and toddling away. Morgan sighed as the doorbell rang. "Saved by the bell, you tiny terror." Morgan scooped up the baby, who was happily twirling one of Daddy's ties around.
Morgan smiled as she looked out the peephole, seeing who waited outside. She opened the door and took a step back. "I am surprised to see you." Morgan replied.
"I took a chance." Jason replied, "Can I come in?"
"Do you want to talk to Frank?" Morgan asked, putting Michael down.
Jason smiled as he watched the little boy toddle around the room. "No, came to see you." he replied.
"Good. He's still pissed about you shooting him." Morgan replied, punching Jason in the face.
"Bloody hell woman!" Jason swore, grabbing his nose. "What the 'ell was that for?"
"For shooting my husband," Morgan sweetly smiled.
"Bubby!" Michael smiled, trying to repeat the new person in the house.
"Michael, don't repeat that!" Morgan chastised.
"Well, if the wanker listened to you, I wouldn't 'ave shot 'im." Jason said in his defense. "At least he don't 'ave a broken rib. I came to get me letter."
"I don't have it anymore." Morgan replied. "And Frank has his arm in a sling."
"You sent it?" Jason whispered.
"No," Morgan replied, "I tore it up and threw it away."
"Why?" he asked, amazed Morgan would so that.
"You're like Frank, too stubborn to die." Morgan smiled. "Besides, Frank tried to send it anyway."
"If it means anything, I'm sorry for what I put you and the little guy through." Jason honestly said.
"I know." Morgan replied.
"I owe you me life." Jason laughed.
"Why?" Morgan laughed, thinking how interesting it can be to have him owe her a favor.
"Wasn't for ya bein' a crack shot, Robertson would've finished me off." Jason admitted, "Good thing one of ya knows how to handle a gun."
"Sure it was me that saved you?" she asked. "Could've been Alex, Jake or Frank's shot that saved you."
"I'd rather owe ya than one of the others." Jason winked.
Morgan shuttered as she thought back to that day. Frank and Jake had their guns aimed at Robertson, while he had his trained on a hurt Jason. She couldn't help but wince when she remembered the pain on Jason's face as Robertson kicked him again.
She and Tom took their positions to help take Robertson out. They knew it was turning bad when the helicopter took off with Lily in it and Robertson screaming as it rose in the air.
"Frank, we're behind Robertson. When I see the chance, I'm taking him out." Tom stated.
Donovan nodded. "Give up, Robertson!" Donovan yelled, "You've lost!"
"I won't be the only one!" Robertson yelled back.
"I'm taking it!" Tom yelled into the headset. He squeezed the trigger just as Robertson did the same.
Robertson jerked as the bullet slammed into his shoulder. Jake stumbled back as the bullet grazed his arm.
Donovan bent down to check on Jake as Tom ran over and kicked the gun away from an unconscious Robertson.
"Jason," Morgan asked, caressing his cheek, "can you hear me?"
"I'm a bit knackered out." Jason replied, holding his side, "Wait, scratch that, I need a doc."
Morgan rode in the ambulance with Jason and held his hand the entire time.
"How is Lily doing?" Morgan asked.
"Guess she's dealing." Jason replied.
"You haven't seen her?" she asked.
"Better that way I think." Jason answered. "Her Mum is with 'er. They 'ave a lot to talk about. My superior told me Lily's seeing a doc for nightmares."
"It's not your fault." Morgan said placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Absobloodylutely it's my fault!" Jason hissed, moving away from her. "I'm the one who talked 'er into goin' back. She could've died because of me! I'm bad news to everyone. I'm better off without anyone."
"That's something you need to work out yourself." Morgan bit out. "Now what are you going to do? Go back to London and drink your life away in a pub?"
"That seems like a good start." Jason hissed, heading for the door.
"So, you're not going to find her and explain everything to her?" Morgan asked. "Who would've thought Jason Williamson is afraid of something."
"I'm not afraid!" Jason protested.
"You are, admit it!" Morgan goaded, "You're afraid to face Emma."
"You read my letter!" Jason accused her.
"Yep, and how Frank hates you for being romantic at a time when you thought you were doing to die." Morgan smiled. "Go back and find her and win her back."
"And if she won't take me back?" Jason asked.
"I'll fly over there and talk some sense into her," Morgan winked, "and a smack here and there to help."
"You win." Jason smirked, placing a cigarette in his mouth and walking out the door.
"Invite us to the wedding!" Morgan shouted after him.
"Bubby!" Morgan winced as she heard Michael repeat Jason again.
"Morgan!" Donovan yelled from his den.
"Maybe I should go with you." Morgan muttered heading towards her husband's voice.