Cover Apartment of Greg Mathers (Morgan) Later-

Morgan had made headway in getting closer to Zelda Cromley, which was good and bad. He knew what she had in mind and it made his flesh crawl. He changed into his sweats and t-shirt; he needed a run to clear his head before his meeting tonight. Looking at his watch it was time to check in with Jordan.

"Jordan Todd."

"Jordan. Morgan."

"How was lunch?"

"She offered me a job and I'm meeting her tonight at her place."

"What time?"

"Ten. She has an assignment already because she's a man down."

"Yeah she is. The body of a man was found downtown in an alley near the financial district."

"And what does that have to do with this case?"

"We believe he was one of Zelda's men. The way his body looked he probably failed an assignment and she made an example out of him. Hell hath no furry like a very pissed off woman."

"Well, I guess I better make sure I don't fail, right?" He said casually.

"Morgan, don't take this lightly. This woman has severe anger issues and has a reputation for violence that is way over the top!"

"Jordan, this isn't my first time undercover. I can handle myself."

"I'm sure you can but I just don't want anything to happen to you that's all."

"If I didn't know better, Jordan I would think you cared." He joked.

"That's not funny, Morgan! Just…just promise me, you'll be careful."

"Okay, I'll be careful. I've got to go. I want to go on a run before it gets too late."

Morgan ended the call and without a second thought about Jordan's drama headed out toward the park. Just as he ended his third lap a familiar face appeared near the wrought iron bench at the far end of the park. He couldn't believe it; this was not good not to mention it was dangerous.

"Agent Cunningham, what are you doing here?" He said restraining his anger.

"Agent Todd sent me to make sure you were okay."

"Are you both trying to blow my cover?"

"I-I- don't understand, Sir."

"If Zelda has someone on me, which she probably does, they're going to wonder why I'm talking to the man that only the night before I threw out of her bar!"

"I'm sorry…I didn't think…"

"That's the problem! You and Agent Todd weren't thinking!"

Morgan quickly looked around the park to see if there were eyes on him. He didn't see anyone but he'd felt like he was being watched ever since he'd left Z's the night before.

"Get out of here! Now!"

Agent Cunningham, shaking in his boots as he watched the anger dance in the older agent's eyes, turned and made a hasty retreat out of the park.

He knew something wasn't right with, 'Mr. Wonderful' from the moment he threw that drunk jerk out of the bar last night. Zelda couldn't see past his muscles and perfect features but he knew better. She was a bad judge of character and it was always up to him to clean up her mistakes whenever she insisted on leading with her hormones.

"If I had a dollar for every picture I took to show the boss lady the errors of her ways, I'd be a wealthy man." He chuckled to himself as he followed Morgan out of the park.

FBI Headquarters –

Jordan cringed when she saw the bubbly blonde heading towards the elevators. She had played Morgan all wrong; maybe if she had dressed up like a clown maybe he would have looked twice at her. She just didn't get it she'd spent countless hours at the gym and thousands of dollars at the Mac counter to attract men like Derek but he fell for Penelope Garcia!

Jordan had to admit that there was something about the Techie that was different; she was confident in her quirkiness. It made sense that he'd fallen for her because she was more than the result of mindless hours spent on satisfying one's vanity. No she was unique, smart self-assured…she was herself and that is what she had used so masterfully to grab Morgan's heart. Still, Jordan wasn't ready to concede defeat and she had little less than two weeks to change his mind and make him all hers.

As her eyes followed the elevator upwards she thought it would be fun to pay a visit to the Oracle of All-Knowing, the one and only Penelope Garcia; after all, she was probably missing her Baby Boy and she was just the one to fill her in on how he was doing.

Penelope had barely set her bag down when she heard a knock at the door. Before she could turn around, Jordan Todd poked her head through the door. Not a great way to start her afternoon, she thought to herself.

"Jordan, hello."

"Hey Garcia! How are you holding up?"

"Holding up?"

"Well, it's just that with Derek on this case, I'm sure you're missing him like crazy."

"Of course, but it's only been a day or so…"

Penelope wasn't about to let Jordan know that her conniving and manipulative plan was getting the best of her.

"I get it but…look, heard that you two are in a little hot water after that stunt he pulled the other day."

"And you wasted no time working it to your advantage did you Jordan?"

"Why, I don't know what you're talking about." Jordan replied feigning innocence.

Penelope's coffee was getting cold and without her after lunch dose of caffeine she was not in the mood to play games.

"Look, we're both intelligent women, Jordan. You and I both know that you had dozens of other agents that could have handled this case. Whatever you're up to it's not going to work!"

"Penelope, come on, really? Derek was chosen for this assignment because he is the best man for the job, nothing more. The only agenda here is bringing a criminal to justice."

"Let me just make myself clear, Agent Todd; if anything and I do mean anything happens to my Chocolate Stud Muffin, you will be spending your next birthday digging your ass out of fifty feet of snow because your next assignment will be in the basement of the FBI's offices on the North Pole!"

"Ooohhh…I'm shivering already." She responded sarcastically.

Penelope wanted to strangle her but for now she was the only one who knew where Derek was and so she'd have to wait until he was safely in her arms before she erased Agent Jordan Todd.

Cover Apartment of Greg Mathers (Derek Morgan) – Later that evening –

It was eighty-thirty and Morgan was getting antsy; his nervous energy was getting the best of him. He knew Zelda had another not so hidden agenda for the evening but he needed to find a way to keep it strictly business without setting this woman off. She was known to be quick tempered and vindictive and he did not want to irritate her before getting the evidence he needed to bust her and bring down her ring of killers. The knock on the door caught him by surprise but he was even more surprised to see her standing in his doorway.

"Jordan?"

"Hey…I just thought I'd check in with you before you met with…"

He interrupted her by grabbing her arm and yanking her into the apartment. This couldn't be happening; first Agent Cunningham and now Jordan. This was not good.

"What the hell are you doing here? First the rookie earlier and now you?"

"You hurt my arm!" She protested.

"You know better! Are you trying to get me killed? You know this woman, she's bound to have someone watching me…she's a paranoid narcissist and if she thinks I'm up to something…I'm dead!"

"I'm sorry, I was worried, okay! I had to see you!"

She sounded like a schoolgirl not an experienced agent with the FBI and finally he had to admit that there was more to this assignment than bringing down a killer. She was no rookie and she'd run operations like this before bringing down terrorist cells so this move was self motivated and she was willing to put him danger to get what she wanted.

"You've got to leave and please don't do this again! I'll call you after I meet with Cromley. You know better than this!"

This just kept getting better and better the man thought as he watched the gorgeous brunette enter the apartment building across the street. She was the one from Z's; Mathers had "rescued" her from the young creep that he had seen a few hours ago in the park talking to Mathers, if that was really his name. He continued to watch their silhouette from the window, things seemed a little heated between them and before he knew it the woman came storming out of the building and sped off in a sedan that seemed more suited for an older, stuffy man.

He laid the camera on the seat next to him careful not to bump the large high- powered lens. He could just see the boss lady now, pulling out her new nightie fresh from a spur of the moment shopping trip; she was quite smitten with the young Greg Mathers; it made sense really, he was absolutely gorgeous, gallant, highly skilled for their line of business and … a complete fake! Yup, he hated to say, I-told-you-so, but he couldn't wait to see his boss after he shared his latest photographs with her. He could hardly contain his glee at the thought of her smile turning upside down…then the real fun would begin, he smiled as he sped away.