He nodded affirmatively as her wrinkled hand confidently grabbed the chair across from him. Her long bright red nails distracted him for a moment each finger glittered with diamond and gold rings. She stared at him hungrily as she got comfortable in her seat.

"That was quite impressive." She began.

Without saying a word he took a long sip from his mug.

"I'm glad to know that chivalry is still alive and well. My name is Zelda, the owner of this fine establishment."

"Greg Mathers and you can thank my mama."

Greg Mathers was the cover name Jordan had chosen for him. He hated it; it was too far from his real name and he looked nothing like a Greg Mathers.

"Are you new around here? Most of our customers are regulars."

"I'm in town on business."

"Business. Well, judging by what I just saw, I could use someone like you."

"I'm not looking for a job, lady." He responded uninterested.

"Everybody's looking if the price is right."

"Well, I'm not interested in being a waiter or a bartender, but thank you anyway."

She smiled and licked her red painted lips leaning forward toward him.

"That's not quite what I had in mind. Why don't you join me at my table."

Morgan looked at his watch. He didn't want to seem too uninterested but he also didn't want to be too eager.

"Thank you but it's getting pretty late…"

"Come on, you just got here. Please, just for a few minutes?"

He inhaled and smiled at the woman.

"Sure for a few minutes."

The two stood and he followed her to where her entourage eagerly awaited. The other men looked him up and down jealous glints in their eyes wondering what he had done to pull the mistress from their grasps. Reluctantly the men made room so that Morgan ended up next to Zelda. Quickly she snapped her fingers and one of the envious young men, poured him a glass of champagne. She then draped her arm around his shoulder pulling herself close to him; her heavy cologne threatening to choke him to death. His body stiffened from the intrusion and she chuckled.

"Relax…I don't mean any harm."

The others chuckled too as if on cue. He looked around at the men who obviously made their livings surrounding this old woman and feeding her ego. Two weeks he moaned to himself. No way was he going to last to weeks of being surrounded by Zelda and her posse.

"So what sort of business brings you to D.C.?"

"Just here to look up an old friend from my Navy days. I was hoping he could hook me up with a job with a security firm he works with."

"So you are looking for work. Well maybe I can make it worth your while and you won't need your friend to hook you up."

"Really? I might just be interested."

"I tell you what, meet me for lunch tomorrow and I'll see if I can beat any offer your friend may have."

Morgan looked at his watch again.

"Sounds good. Just let me know when and where."

She then reached for his arm and without even a snap of her fingers this time one of the youngsters behind her placed a pen in her wrinkled, bedazzled hand. He watched dumbfounded as she wrote her name and number on the inside of his arm smiling afterwards as she stared into his eyes. All he could do was stare back and pray that the marker wasn't permanent.

"We'll I know it's getting late…don't let me hold you any longer…"

"No that old…No she didn't… she did! Did she just dismiss me? Derek Morgan? What!"

So many thoughts ran through is mind past his bruised male ego as he stood up, kissed her tarnished gold diamond ring, said goodnight and waded through the crowd toward the door.

She had to admit that man was fine as hell! He wasn't like the other men she'd pulled into her web. No, he was different he had a lot to offer a wealthy, successful and powerful woman like herself. She suspected he was going to present a challenge and if her hunch was right she might even have to break him. Either way, she was going to have him and she was going to enjoy making him a part of her life. But for now, there was business and it always came before pleasure. She looked up at her crew all waiting for instructions to take their next breaths…they were good…she felt loved…adored even. She chose one he hadn't been given a task all evening she saved him for the more physical tasks. So with a smile and a wink of her blue eye shadow dusted right eye:

"Follow him!"

Home of Penelope Garcia –

She missed him. He should be here right now but her little temper tantrum had caused him to be snatched away from her for the next two weeks. He'd told her about the time he'd gone undercover…deep cover while he was with the Chicago Police Department. As she listened she knew without a doubt that he was leaving a lot of the details out of his retelling. She later hacked into the CPD database to satisfy her insatiable curiosity and discovered that he'd barely escaped with his life. Eighteen months of pretending to be someone else living in a cheap apartment in a bad part of town all to bring down a major drug kingpin who had preyed on the city for over twenty years. She shivered as she sat up in bed pulling the blanket over her body wondering and worrying about him praying that her insecurities had not put him in danger.

Morgan knew he was being followed in fact, he had expected it. Hands in his pockets he couldn't help but fiddle with his cellphone and as he walked toward his rental car he desperately wanted to call her just to hear her voice. But he couldn't it was too dangerous. This phone was setup for this case and he could not put her in danger by dialing her number. So, he unlocked the door, climbed in behind the wheel and started the engine. He saw the headlights behind him as he drove down the empty street toward the cheap motel he'd call home for the next two weeks.

It had been a while since she had been in the field. In fact, the last time was the first encounter the BAU had with Viper, the man who fancied himself an expert on how to get women. Now here she was again, working with Derek and it excited her imagination. She felt that things were about to turn around in her favor. She had to admit that it was intoxicating having power over him, being in charge of his life, every movement he made she knew about: they were partners. Her voice would be the one he heard every night before he closed his eyes. She appointed herself his handler for the next two weeks and that meant that every six hours he had to check in. She so wanted to taunt that blonde tech geek, Penelope Garcia! Why he chose her was beyond any reason for Jordan Todd. She didn't understand it especially since he'd come on to her so strongly at the coffee shop on the first day she'd met him. Now he barely gave her the time of day. Even tonight he left her standing at the bar…that wasn't a part of the plan!

Then, her phone buzzed on the counter drawing her out of her rant. She looked at the display screen and the name flashing brought a smile to her face. She picked it up and answered the call.

"Hey, Jordan. It's Morgan."