"Why the fuck would you not tell me, Spencer?" Savannah shouted, her hands sliding down her face in frustration. She paced back and forth around the room, her mind racing as she tried to process the words. "Your father is our main suspect." It replayed in her mind over and over, Morgan's voice never leaving.

Spencer sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Because I knew you would freak out." He spoke gently, his gaze staying on Savannah.

She shook her head, laughing in disbelief. "Spencer, my fucking father is a murder suspect! Of course I'm going to freak out!"

He winced, the reality of it all finally hitting him. "I didn't think it would be that serious, Savannah. I thought you didn't care about him anymore." His words were firm yet gentle. "I'm sorry."

"That's your problem. All you do is think, and you thought wrong." She spat out, her finger pointing at Spencer like a sick accusation. "I don't fucking care what you thought, he's still my father."

She shook her head again, her arms crossing over her chest. "Why do you never tell me anything? Why does it always have to be some stranger I don't know?"

He was about to speak before the door opened. "Let me talk to her, kid." Morgan spoke firmly, stepping into the room.

Spencer stammered before nodding. "I'm sorry, Sav." He said as he walked out of the room.

Her breath hitched in her throat, the old nickname feeling like a punch in the gut after she had yelled at him. "Why do you want to talk to me?" She mumbled as she sat down in one of the chairs in the middle of the interrogation room.

Morgan shrugged before sitting across from her. "Would have never guessed you to be his sister." He murmured, ignoring her question completely.

Savannah scoffed, "And what does that mean?"

Morgan chuckled, the sound beautiful to Savannah. "Nothing bad, gorgeous. You two just are very different." He said as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "Listen," He spoke, his tone gentle. "I understand this is a lot to process, but you will get through it."

He handed her a small folded piece of paper. "If you ever need to talk about anything."

Savannah hesitated before gently taking the piece of paper, her hand lingering a second longer than needed. She unfolded the paper to reveal his phone number, a small heart drawn next to it. She looked up at him confused, "Why?" She whispered softly.

His hand reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his hand lingered on her cheek before falling to his side. "Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on." He said with a warm smile.

She smiled softly, "Thank you, Morgan." She murmured, her gaze going to his hand. He touched her, and she could have sworn their atoms touched.

"Derek, call me Derek." He corrected, his voice firm but not unkind, "We don't work together, you don't have to be professional."

Savannah nodded, "Derek." She repeated, the name spiraling throughout her mind. "Is this all you wanted to talk to me about, Derek?"

He chuckled, the sound low and guttural, "Yeah, I just didn't want Spencer to think I was hitting on his sister."

She shook her head with a gentle laugh of disbelief, "Embarrassed?" She teases while leaning forward in a gentle mock of his pose.

"Why would I be? If I were to hit on you, I'd let everyone know what I was thinking, Savannah."

Holy shit.

SAGE YAPS!!!

BOO! did i scare you? anywho! this chapter is very short and i apologize dearly 😭 i hope you enjoyed 🩷

proof read again by my lovely itsjinxus <3