Morgan checked his watch and headed out of his apartment out of the building and down the steps to the street. It was chilly but the sky was clear and he could feel his senses on high alert; this is how he always felt on cases that could be so unpredictable like this one. Agent Cunningham and Jordan's visits earlier had caught him off guard and he hoped they didn't jeopardize the case or his life.

Just as Morgan neared the corner where his rental was parked a long black limousine pulled up and stopped next to him. The back window lowered and a well-dressed dark-skinned man poked his head out slightly and confidently smiled at him. He recognized him from Z's; he seemed to be lurking in the shadows and intently watching the happenings around Zelda Cromley.

"Greg Mathers?"

"Yeah, who wants to know?"

"My name is Elliot Kirby, I'm Madame Cromley's personal assistant. She thought you made need a ride tonight."

"No I have my own car, but thanks anyway."

"Please, I'm afraid I'll have to insist."

Morgan's eyes were drawn to the rather large handgun pointing at him and without another word headed toward the limo. The door opened and the man slid over to make room for him to get in.

"Do you really need that?" He said nodding toward the gun pointed at him.

"Do I?"

"Not as far as I'm concerned you don't."

The driver pulled away from the curb and sped away while Morgan and Kirby sat in the back seat in silence. After about fifteen minutes, he realized that they had veered off the course that would have led to Cromley's upscale apartment. This troubled him because no one would know where he was; Jordan had Cromley's home address and if anyone were to come looking for him that's where they would go. Now things were getting dicey, he was vulnerable, out in the field with no back up. This wasn't good, not good at all.

"Wait a minute, you just missed the turn. I was supposed to meet her at her home…"

"Change of plans, Mr. Mathers."

"What's going on?"

"What's the matter, you don't like change?" Kirby said with a chuckle.

"No I guess I don't."

"There's one thing you will learn about Zelda Cromley is that she's very careful, she trusts no one and it's served her well. Besides, just sit back, you don't have anything to worry about do you, Mr. Mathers? I mean, you've been straight with her, right?"

"Right…"

Several more minutes passed in silence before the car pulled in between to large warehouses and then disappeared into the open doors of one of them. As the car came to a stop the large rolling doors closed sealing them all in the well-lit warehouse. Morgan opened the door and stepped out surveying his surroundings as Kirby came around to his side of the car still holding the gun.

"Come with me."

Morgan walked along side the man who was considerably larger than he'd imagined. As the two walked through the building towards the back they passed several other men all dressed in black pants and t-shirts and armed with an assortment of weaponry. He felt his nerves go into overdrive as he continued until they reached a room with no windows.

"Have a seat. Madame will be in shortly."

Morgan sat in one of the two steel framed chairs. The room was empty except for the chairs and a small metal table that sat against the wall across from him. He began reviewing what he'd seen so far of the warehouse and began running escape scenarios in his mind. He knew Jordan's stunts earlier had gotten him in hot water and now this case was about to crash and burn.

The door opened behind him pulling him from his thoughts. An over-dressed Zelda Cromley appeared. Her perfume preceded her as she stepped into the room and then took the seat across from him.

"Good evening, Mr. Mathers."

"I thought by now we'd be on a first name basis."

"My apologies…Greg."

She looked him up and down like a hungry vulture. Her smile exposed the wrinkles that dominated her features and he suddenly felt a quiver run up his spine.

"So sorry for the drama…a girl can't be too careful, especially in my line of work, you understand I'm sure."

"Of course." He said smiling nervously. "So tell me more about this job you want to offer me."

"Not so fast…Greg…if that's really your name."

"What do you mean? Of course it's my name."

As if on cue, the door opened and Kirby entered carrying a tan file folder. He glanced at Morgan with that same smirk he'd seen earlier in the limo, handing over the file to Zelda and then taking a stance behind Morgan's chair. This wasn't good, he thought to himself as she thumbed through the contents of the file.

"I'm glad you're a man who doesn't hold a grudge."

Looking up from the file she hands him a sheet of paper; it was a picture of him and Agent Cunningham in the park from earlier that day. Morgan's heart sunk as he sat there looking at the picture.

"And I guess you liked the young lady after all."

Again she handed him several pictures, one of Jordan entering his apartment building, then one of the two of them through his apartment window and finally one of Jordan leaving in a huff from his building.

"This is not what it looks like, I can assure you."

"Oh, I'm sure it's exactly what it looks like!"

"I can explain this! I don't know this guy, I ran into him earlier and he thought he wanted a confrontation but he had second thoughts…and the girl, I don't know how she got my address!"

Zelda looked at Kirby and the two smiled as she began to pace the room as if deciding what to do next. He wasn't going to beg for his life he had to continue to play it cool. Maybe there was a thin shred of hope that he could talk his way out of this mess. She stopped her pacing in front of him breaching his personal space and looking down at him with fire behind her toothy grin.

"I had such high hopes for you…and me. You seemed like the perfect package."

Zelda ran her index finger down the side of his face. He jerked way from her reach and tried in vain to stand but was forced back in his seat by the big muscled hands of the man behind him.

"Look, if you don't think we can work together, I can just leave we can call it a wash. No harm no foul."

Zelda again shot a glance at Kirby.

"Once again, you were right!"

"You know I got your back…always!" Kirby replied.

"I know you do, my love." Then back at Morgan. "Who are you, really?"

She leaned down her face even with his her nose a breath away from touching his and looking deep into his eyes.

"My name is Greg Mathers…you know this already…"

A searing pain stopped him mid-sentence as her open clawed hand slapped him with every ounce of strength she could summons. He felt his skin tighten where her hand had landed. He could hear Kirby laughing behind him and again he tried to stand. This time he felt the cold steel barrel of a gun on the back of his head that stilled him.

Zelda stood up adjusting her gown and once again pacing the room. She struggled to steady her breathing and control her anger as she walked around the small room.

"Can I be honest…Greg?"

Morgan watched her in silence.

"I was starting to have feelings for you. Now my heart has a little fissure running up the middle of it. I hate fissures…" She said eerily calm.

"Zelda, you've got this all wrong. My name is Greg…"

"Please!" She interrupted. "I want the truth…who you are, why you're here and who you work for!"

"My name is Greg Mathers. I'm in town to see a friend about a job, that's all."

Again, the door opened as if on cue and two large men entered dragging a limp, bloody body with them. Morgan's jaw dropped as the two men dumped the unconscious body of the young rookie agent at his feet. His eyes shot from the agent to Zelda and back again.

"Still say your name is Greg Mathers?"

"Yeah…my name is Greg Mathers."

Zelda walked over to the body slightly prodding it with her bedazzled pumps. The agent did not respond and Derek feared he was dead.

"That's not what he says…Agent Morgan!"