The Inevitable Demise

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Chapter Eighteen

Elijah was standing at the crime scene at six in the morning, the sun barely rising, and he saw all the blood that was everywhere. The body was beaten to mush. His neck was practically torn off. His blood was drained from his body, and was all over the ground.

However, what Elijah felt here, something else happened.

He knew Morgan, so he knew what he did with Jaymin.

Elijah was staring at the body because that’s where he felt it, the extreme passion left behind after the most intense moment happens.

He realized he could never be enough.

This entire scene showed what Morgan wanted.

“...faced extreme trauma from blunt hits with a baseball bat, was cut at the throat with a thick knife, something that would get every blood vessel.” Joe said, Elijah finally listening again.

“We’re not assuming they knew that though.” Natasha said as she got down to see the body. With just a glance, she could tell so much was going on.

“Guessing they took both murder weapons with them, can’t seem to find the knife or bat.” Nick said as he walked around the scene, careful to step over the blood dried on the ground.

“Found hair on the victims clothes. Two sets. One auburn, another brunette and black. Only one had DNA sample that can be extracted.” Joe said.

Elijah wasn’t focused. He had his mind elsewhere. He was thinking about how the two of them were practically rolling around in blood, enjoying themselves as if they hadn’t even done anything wrong. It was bizarre. He knew what he was dealing with but it was still crazy to him.

“We already know who the hair belongs to.” Elijah said.

“Well, one of them-”

“I know who the other is.” Elijah was already sure.

He was lost in thought again. He wanted to detach himself form the scene, but he physically couldn’t. He was the only one that knew something else had happened here. Of course he wouldn’t tell, but he ached to get some answers.

“You okay, Elijah-” Nick tried to get his attention, but only ended up startling Elijah out of his trance.

“I’m going home. I have to be up early.” He said, leaving the scene despite having to give a report. Someone else was capable of doing that.

Elijah spent most of the morning thinking about how to approach the situation. He laid in bed quietly, staring up at the ceiling in a daze. His head was spinning with so many scenarios and plans and he didn’t know how best to get his results. He didn’t want to take a chance because he won’t win like that.

He had to be methodic and strategic, but what was the best way to do that? How was he going to get what he wants in the end?

All morning he thought.

He was clouded by his thoughts when he got to work.

Elijah had debated whether this was a good idea or not to actually expose Morgan like he wanted. He couldn’t understand the point, unless it was personal. If it was personal, then Morgan was doing it to keep distance and Elijah wasn’t sure what to do with that. He came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter if it was a good idea or not. He was going to do his job like he was supposed to.

He had a plan.

He had a good plan, a plan that should work.

“Jaymin Rose has an accomplice.” He paced around slowly as he told the others. He stopped and opened up the folder at the edge of the table. “The second groups of murders are being done by Morgan Caverly.” He put a picture up on the board. “He was a former FBI agent assigned to the initial case up north involving Jaymin, but apparently he snapped and they ran away together.” Elijah explained.

“Where did this come from?” May asked.

“Extra files Harley’s team sent to me.” he lied easily, as he turned away. “Anyway, he’s just as dangerous as Jaymin, if not worse. The recent arson was done by him-”

“Wait a second.” Someone stopped him. ”That was a terrorist attack.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t.” Elijah said. “It’s just not one of the big groups.” he made it seem so simple but the others were having a hard time believing that one person could kill more that many people in one go.

They just had no idea what they were dealing with.

“He recently went by James Blair, but because he is with Jaymin, we can assume that his identity has changed again.” Elijah said and paused for a moment, thinking again.

This time he didn’t know what it was.

He didn’t know where they were either.

He knew where they were planning to be.

“Word is that they’re trying to leave the country, but they’re halted for some reason.”

“Would explain the multiple identities that’s been popping up and disappearing every few days.”

“They aren’t dumb enough to be in broad daylight-”

“No.” Elijah said. “They’d surround themselves around people. They know we won’t want to cause a blood bath to get to them.” he corrected.

“We need to find who they’re getting their passports from.”

“The recent murders of drug lords and money launderers were clear targets. Who would know better than to cross the border than people who do it themselves?” Elijah continued to pace around. “When they talked to us, they became a liability.”

“Most of them accepted the charges and went to jail anyway. You don’t think the hit from the inside was because-”

“Jaymin can’t get what he wants.” Elijah finished. “Like I said, liability. He doesn’t trust people easily.” He said.

“So who’s next then. There has to be another person that they’re going to.” May said.

“Actually, I know who they’re trying to get their passports from.” Elijah remembered the last two names on a list that was given to him. He didn’t try to go after the last few because there was no point. Until now. “This is how we’re going to find them.”

He had the identity of another man and placed it up on the board. There was a second photo as well that he showed everyone.

“These two are, of course, drug dealers.” he pinned both photos on the board. “The DEA has been tracking them for months because they’re one of the big ones.” Elijah said. “Emilio Jiminez and Hugh Frank. Word is that they’re rolling in millions of dollars. It wasn’t till a few nights ago that Vice found their warehouse, some port for gasoline.”

“They’re the ones distributing out of the country supposedly.” Another agent spoke up.

“So of course they know how to get someone across the border easily.” Elijah said.

“There’s no way-”

“Two murderers finding two drug Lord’s within days while it took months for vice to get close? I don’t believe it.”

Jaymin made a few friends and he did it rather quickly. Elijah knew not to underestimate him. If he needed to get Morgan out, he needed a full proof plan to do it, and it starts with these two drug dealers.

Elijah didn’t have to say anything or defend himself on the claim. He knew he was right.

“The DEA is not going to like us interfering with their bust.”

“We’re just going to ask that they push their arrest ahead of schedule. I need to speak with those two.” He was more than determined.

“What are we going to do then?” May asked.

Elijah hesitated, not because he didn’t know what to do but because there were too many people in the room. He needed to keep this as concealed as possible. It should only be between him and May, no one else for the moment, not until Elijah was sure there was no way to stop what he planned to happen. He stared at May and gestured that the others leave so the two of them could talk.

Everyone got up from their seats to leave until it was just May and Elijah in the room.

“This better be good.” She said as he took a seat in one of the empty chairs.

“I want to keep the bust quiet for a day or so, don’t let anyone know that they were caught.” Elijah said. “We know these two need to get everything they need to leave the country, so let’s let them think that they can.”

“We’re setting them up.” May figured it out.

“Let FBI come down here, swarm the warehouse until they show up, and there we have it.”

It was that simple.

“So Emilio and Hugh will be on board to become a snitch?” May asked.

That would be the hard part, but Elijah wasn’t going to make them snitches. He’s not asking for information anymore. He’s just changing the original plan.

“I’ll be right back.” Elijah said as he got up to leave.

Elijah would have to talk to the DEA agents on the case personally if he wanted to get his plan to work out in a matter of days. Well, he wanted everything done by tomorrow so he could make two arrests by the following morning. He didn’t know when they were going to leave so quicker was better.

He needed this to be done and handled with.

He waited for someone to show up to talk to him. His name has been circulating around between the agents so a few were scared and wary to talk to him. An older man in a Hawaiian shirt, his badge hooked to a chain around his neck, walked up to Elijah who was actually sitting patiently instead of causing a problem.

“Elijah Milen.” A DEA agent looked at him; his beard had sprinkles of white hair at his chin, his face showed the stress of being a working agent for years, he even started losing his hair which he thought was a little early for that. And it wasn’t helpful that Elijah was causing his stress, especially when there has been word that he might interfere with a huge case. “Heard you’ve been stirring up trouble.” He said, getting a good look at the man that’s been handing them a lot of drug cases.

“You’ve had a great couple of weeks, haven’t you?” Elijah was the one behind all of the drugs busts that the DEA has cleaned right up.

“What do you need now?” He gestured for Elijah to follow him.

“The case you have with the Emilio Jiminez and Hugh Frank, I need you to speed it up-”

“Um-” The agent turned to look at him, a little surprised that the first thing Elijah wanted was to call the shots. “We’ve had this planned for a year-”

“I know. I just need these two in handcuffs immediately, like tonight.” Elijah said. The agent made a face, like it couldn’t be done. “That’s all I can ask for. You can have them both right back when I’m done.”

“What do you need them for?”

“Catching my two psychos.”

The old man laughed. He thought it was a funny joke. What did Elijah expect to happen? “Like hell are they gonna help the feds. You’d be surprised how they’d want to go to jail instead of snitching.” He laughed.

“They won’t snitch. They’ve seen the news.” Elijah had that much faith. “I just need them for thirty minutes, and that’s it.”

“You’re a wild one, aren’t you?” The agent turned away to walk down the hall but Elijah wasn’t going to leave him alone until he got what he wanted. “I’ll see what I can do, okay. I have to talk to Vice and give them a heads up.” He said.

“I need them tonight.” Elijah said again.

“Alright, alright.” The old man groaned as he turned away. “I’ll get them to you.” he said, trying to think of a way to best come up with what Elijah needed.

It was definitely going to be a hassle to have happen, but Elijah needed this. Badly.

Just one step at a time. That’s what he told himself. It was one step at a time, and everything will come out the way it’s supposed to. If he was lucky, he would be able to get them both, and that would be a huge accomplishment.

So, he was going to wait. He hoped that later tonight he would get a phone call about the two drug dealers that he needed. Until then, he needed to sleep. He needed to eat. He needed time to rest and settle himself before he consumes himself in his work for the next few days.

He walked up the steps to his apartment, seeing someone standing outside his apartment. The sunglasses wasn’t enough to hide their face, but he was sure this man was hiding his bloodshot eyes. Elijah sighed as he pulled his keys out.

“You know, alcoholics anonymous is a really good program-”

“For...” Morgan pretended to be confused because why would that information help him? “...alcoholics.” he finished slowly, hoping Elijah wouldn’t call him an alcoholic to his face.

Elijah left the key in the door and turned to look at Morgan. The first thing he did was pull off Morgan’s glasses to see his eyes. He wasn’t hungover, at least not yet. Was he using cologne to mask the scent of alcohol? It was done well, but Elijah had enough drinks with Morgan to know the smell of his favorite drink.

“How much have you had to drink?” Elijah asked.

“One.” Was Morgan’s only answer as he looked around, guilty.



Elijah sighed again. He was dealing with an alcoholic, he knew that but he wanted Morgan to know that. His constant denial of his alcoholism was a problem.

What else was he denying?

“I’m leaving.” Morgan said, and he meant leaving, like soon, he won’t be here.

And that was true. Soon Morgan won’t be here. He will be gone, out of the country, far away that no one would be able to find him. What he will do with his new life, he didn’t know yet, so the possibilities were endless.

Elijah mashed his lips together. He knew it was going to be soon. He expected that the two of them would be gone by tomorrow night.

Morgan took a breath. “I just wanted...”

“To say goodbye?” Elijah didn’t believe it but he didn’t show it.

With what he had in his mind, Morgan wasn’t going anywhere. If things go as planned, he’ll be stuck here.

But at least, even under the impression that he was about to leave, he had the decency to tell Elijah he was going.

“You know I’m going to send people after you.” Elijah said but Morgan rolled his eyes. “You won’t get away too easy.” Elijah wanted to be serious but Morgan started to smile.

“You’ll put me in a mental hospital, right?” He asked.

“And I’ll see you everyday.” Elijah reminded him.

It was such a nice thought to have someone who would actually help him. But now he didn’t think of himself as broken. He didn’t think he needed to be fixed. After cracking and crumbling, Morgan was fine with being in pieces. At least now, the hurt and the pain was just a numb buzzing feeling he would get. Maybe he won’t have to drink so much to hide everything.

“ want to come in?” Elijah asked the question, and Morgan felt like there was another meaning to that.

He didn’t think he could do that again.

“Maybe we could just have a drink-”

“Of water.” Elijah finished so Morgan didn’t think he was suddenly going to get a glass of an alcoholic beverage. “I would really appreciate it if you didn’t ruin your liver.” Elijah said.

Morgan laughed quietly. In his mind, he said he wasn’t an alcoholic, but he wasn’t good at proving it. When Elijah opened the door, Morgan wanted to tell him that he couldn’t stay, that this was a quick visit, but Morgan was easily tempted just by the look on Elijah’s face.

He wasn’t going to stay for a drink.

A drink would be just about ten minutes, maybe if they got talking, probably an hour or two.

Morgan stayed much longer than that which was not planned.

He found himself picking his clothes off the floor later in the evening, putting them on as he tried to clear his mind of what just happened, for a second time. He pulled his shirt on, sleeves first, and fixed the cuff before buttoning it up. He sat on the edge of the bed, mostly to not show the expression he had on his face. He also didn’t want to be tempted by Elijah, so again he tried to distance himself.

He hasn’t been that successful.

Elijah was laying in bed, most of his body covered by his blanket. He watched as Morgan dressed himself slowly, as if he didn’t want to leave. It was always flattering when Morgan chose to stay around.

“You never told me where you were going?” Elijah said, though he could figure it out.

“France.” he said.

Elijah was right. “Can you even speak French?”

“I took a few classes back in college, so I’ll have to find out if I forgot or not.” Morgan said as he got up, pulling his pants on and tucking in his shirt.

“So, you’re just going to live there?” Elijah asked, genuinely curious about what it was going to be like.

Would Morgan continue to take lives?

Even that question struck Elijah when it reached his mind. He couldn’t forget what he saw this morning. There was no forgetting that. There was one part of him that told him to leave Morgan alone, to treat him as a deadly serial killer, to not feel what he actually felt for him. The other part was consumed in a fire, one that only burned when Morgan was around.

Get Morgan away from Jaymin.

That was always the plan.

Elijah was going to make it work.

“I...don’t know.” Morgan wasn’t sure how things were going to go from now on.

But all he knew was that he couldn’t be here, not with Elijah here. He wanted to stay, but he knew what was better. He couldn’t let Elijah cloud his judgment because one thing was clear, Morgan definitely was not going to change. Not again. He doesn’t have the strength to fight it anymore.

“I didn’t think you were going to actually say goodbye to me.” Elijah said.

“I didn’t think I was going to stay over longer than I was supposed to.” Morgan picked up his jacket off the floor.

“When are you going to leave?” Elijah asked, wanting to know when Morgan was going to disappear from here.

“Tomorrow night. Hopefully.” Morgan sighed.

“I was serious when I said I’m going to send people after you.” Elijah didn’t want any confusion in that part. Morgan would be surprised if there wasn’t an issue tomorrow. If anything, he knew that Elijah would put his job first.

Morgan asked for this.

“I know.” He said as he sat down next to Elijah in bed.

If they were caught, then so be it. But Morgan didn’t think it would happen. He wasn’t scared, he didn’t think he needed to be. Jaymin was always the one cleaning up the mess; if he didn’t have a plan then nothing would work. The faith Morgan had in Jaymin, that was something he couldn’t put into words.

Elijah looked at Morgan and wondered what he thought about. He always had that sad look in his eyes. Maybe Morgan didn’t want to leave, but that had to be a feeling deep down inside. To go to France, that would be such an abrupt change, would Morgan do okay with that? He’s always asking to change his environment, to start over, to do something new, was it okay for it to be this drastic? The look on his face, was he regretting it? Elijah got close again, wanting to see that expression change. He liked it better when Morgan wasn’t so sad.

His forehead pressed to Morgan’s, feeling his hair brush against his skin. Morgan was looking right at Elijah, not telling him to stop or move away. He was good at eye contact when he wanted to be. He certainly was earlier. This was probably the last time that they would be so close. Morgan knew he had to give this up, though he hoped he wouldn’t have to. It was moments like these that made him think he could honestly bring Elijah along with him.

That couldn’t happen.

Morgan actually was sad about it. He knew what he wanted but couldn’t have it.

Elijah didn’t need to see Morgan like this. He had to cheer him up.

“So...” he started quietly. “There’s a couple mental hospitals in the area, I was going to pick the nicest one with flexible visiting hours.”

Morgan couldn’t hold back his smile no matter how hard he tried to. He started to laugh when Elijah brought up the mental hospital again. It was actually endearing in it’s own weird way.

Was this really going to be their goodbye?

They were quiet again, Morgan didn’t have a sad expression on his face. He needed to leave even if he didn’t want to. It was for the best, if anything.

Before he got up, he whispered, “Thank you.”

It was for everything.

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