His little display although impulsive, seemed like a good idea at the time but now as he sat in the office of Seymour Addison, Unit Chief for Counter Terrorism, he wasn't so sure. To his right sat Jordan wearing an irritating Chesire Cat grin across her face. He wondered if she had anything to do with him being here; he knew the answer, he wished he didn't however. He could do this, it was only two weeks; besides, he was going undercover which meant he didn't have to be in the same room with her. Yeah, he could do this a piece of cake, right?

Penelope was fuming…again. She knew Jordan had something to do with Derek's new assignment. It was all she could do not to go snooping around to find out what Jordan's plan was. She couldn't imagine not working with him for two weeks. Going under also meant that she'd have to spend her evenings alone and her mornings too. This was her fault, she thought to herself. If she hadn't made such a big stink on Valentine's Day, he would not have felt the need to make such a grand splash and get himself banished to CT…but…she loved him for it and the looks on the faces of all the women as he willingly mad a fool of himself for her was priceless. Now to get through the next two weeks…

"Agent Morgan, thank you for agreeing to help us on this very sensitive case."

"I wasn't aware I had a choice in the matter."

"We always have a choice, Agent."

Morgan noticed Jordan from the corner of his eyes. She was looking rather smug and she was definitely enjoying herself.

"Truth is, you come highly recommended for this assignment by Agent Todd here and after hearing about your little performance earlier, I'm inclined to agree."

Z's Bar – Evening

Morgan had heard a lot about the upscale bar where one could easily spend a grand in one evening of drinking before even getting drunk. The city's elite, politicians, foreign dignitaries and businessmen frequently gathered here to be seen and to indulge themselves in every desire imaginable.

The owner, Zelda Cromley sat in the far corner. She was a woman who had managed to convince herself that she didn't look her age and that young men still found her attractive. Not that she wasn't but she was every bit her sixty-five years and no matter how much makeup she piled on her face or how tight her skirt, she was that woman against the ropes in a losing battle with Father Time.

She was surrounded by several young men at least thirty years her junior, each fawning over her and vying for her undivided attention. It didn't take her long to notice him as he walked up to the bar and took possession of one of the few empty stools. He ordered a beer more to settle his nerves than for his cover. It had been a while since he'd gone under but as he sat patiently waiting for his opportunity to make an impression, he felt the adrenaline running through his veins.

Zelda had been on Counter Terrorism's watch list and it was believed that Z's was just a cover for her real agenda. According to the intelligence community, Zelda Cromley recruited and trained assassins that she would later hire out to her clients to eliminate "problems." She had an appetite for much younger men both in business and in her bed and she made no excuses for it. So it was no surprise that she locked her sights on him when he walked in.

Senator Kirk German who was heading a special committee on banking and international trade regulations was recently found dead in his home in upstate New York. Initially the coroner had ruled it a homicide but when another similar murder was discovered in Miami, it forced another and closer look at Zelda and her secret fraternity of killers.

Jordan walked through the door dressed to kill. She was gorgeous Morgan couldn't deny it but he wanted to kick himself as he watched her confidently saunter in and approach the bar. She reminded him of how much time he'd wasted not taking the time to go beyond a woman's exterior. In fact, contrary to what most who knew him believed, he didn't really have a type; no, he had only two requirements, that she be female and willing. At that moment, he missed Penelope and he was glad that he'd finally taken the chance on real love and convinced her to give them a chance.

Ignoring him, she took the stool two down and to the right of him ignoring the fact that he was even in the room…she was good at that, he thought to himself. After she had ordered her drink she saw the young rookie enter appearing already tipsy. He'd trained him on self-defense and this assignment was his first in the field. Morgan hoped he didn't get too cocky and confident and screw up a simple assignment. He never felt comfortable relying on rookies. Sipping on his beer he watched and listened.

"Hello Beautiful!" The young man slurred. "Can I take you home?"

"Easy Cowboy!" Morgan whispered to himself.

"I don't think so." She answered pretending to be polite.

"Ahh…come on! Don't pretend you came here just to sit here all alone." He persisted.

"It looks like you've already reached your limit. Now, if you don't mind I'd like to be left alone."

Morgan chuckled. She was so good at bitchy.

The man placed his arm around her shoulders and leaned in close to her face refusing to be denied his conquest.

"What? You don't think I can afford your uppity ass?"

This sounds so life like, he thought to himself. She is an uppity…

Just then the volume on their conversation escalated, as she again demanded he leave her alone. Morgan took that as his cue sliding off of his stool and stepping smoothly over two spaces.

"The lady has asked you twice to leave her alone."

Jordan loved the sound of his voice…too bad this was all a game.

"Get your own trick! She's taken for the evening."

"Step away before you cause a scene."

Then the young man made the same error, even though it was all planned, that every outrageous drunk made when asked to take a hike…he swung, hard toward Morgan's face which Morgan dodged with a slight lean catching the young man's fist in the palm of his hand and swiftly turning and twisting in one move bringing the man to his knees in pain. The rookie had heard about his cunning and had even been in his classes but it didn't compare to being a first hand recipient of a Derek Morgan ass whooping.

The scene although handled rather discreetly even with one of the men ending up on the floor on his knees, had not gone unnoticed by the owner of the upscale establishment. He knew he was being watched by the older woman as he pulled the young agent to his feet and walked him through the restaurant and shoved him out the door.

Jordan smiling watched as Morgan returned to the bar. Now it was her turn as she focused on him scooting close to his side dragging her drink with her.

"Not bad. I guess I was right." She whispered leaning well into his personal space.

"Yeah well let's not get to confident."

Without so much of a glance back at the gorgeous woman he took his drink and found an empty table closer to the center of the room. Stunned at the dismissal, Jordan turned watching his cold retreat hands on her hips and shaking her head unbelievingly. She had to remember this was work and this was all an act; surely if this was real, he wouldn't have left her standing alone at the bar, or would he?

A waitress brought a fresh beer to Morgan's table as he drained the first one. Surprised he looked up at the young woman confused.

"Courtesy of the house." She said nodding toward Zelda's table.

Smiling he nodded and took a sip from the over flowing mug. He felt the old woman's eyes on him and he felt a little dirty. He began to dread his actions from this morning. He remembered why he hated deep cover; it was filled with the uncertain and it was lonely dangerous work. What he wouldn't do to be home with his Baby Girl right now. Damn Valentine's Day! All this because of some stuffed animals, candy, house keys, and a crazy assortment of unmentionables.

He let his eyes roam around the room studying the faces of the guests who were engaged in conversations accented with expensive food and alcohol. He tried memorizing everything about the place, the employees and the customers. He envied Reid and his big brain. It would be a piece of cake for the young genius who would be able to see and store the scene with ease. He missed the rest of his team too and again he wanted to kick himself as he focused his eyes intently on the bottom of his drink. He didn't even see her leave her young male harem. Suddenly she was standing in front of him, studying him and waiting for him to look her way.

Morgan lifted his eyes and saw an even older looking woman, overly made up and doing way too much with the sparkling evening wear and he had to admit that distance had been kind; it was hard looking into the wrinkled landscape of her face without shuddering. He had to maintain calm and the uprising in his stomach if her were to be successful in finding a way into her organization. So, he smiled…slightly.

"May I join you?"