Morgan had done her best to not think about the thing she was going to do on Sunday night. She tried to distract herself with work, and she spent half a day writing up the information Lydia had given her on Adrian and the other vampires. Of course, she left out the<i>steamier </i>parts that Lydia had described to her, but part of that was her own twisted fantasy. She had struggled with the idea of letting Lydia bite her neck, but the struggle was with how she was going to feel about it, not whether Lydia could actually go through with it. They needed anything Adrian had, and infiltrating his territory and lying would be the only way to get it.<br/><br/>It certainly wasn't looking good for herself or Lydia. If Adrian found out....<br/><br/>No, she couldn't afford to think about that, and to distract herself from more intrusive thoughts, Morgan thrust herself back into her work, helping Lukann organize and keeping herself as far away from the Commander as possible. He would want to know the results of her meeting with Lydia, and if she told him her plan, she wasn't sure she would make it out of headquarters.<br/><br/>She avoided contact with Elias and even Izzy, though she had warned the other female Enforcer ahead of time that she was going to be out patrolling, as it were. It wasn't a complete lie, seeing as Morgan<i>was </i>going to be out, but she didn't have to say if she was going with anyone. It was dangerous with the killer possibly lingering - which Izzy aptly pointed out with a careful glance at Morgan's reaction - but the Enforcer waved it off, saying she wasn't going too far out.<br/><br/>Morgan could tell Izzy didn't quite believe her, but even the best Enforcers had their secrets. Izzy didn't seem like the type to pry, and Morgan thanked the various higher powers for that fact. She really was a better partner than Elias, who would have yelled at Morgan for hours if she had told him about any part of her plan.<br/><br/>She found that for some reason, she missed his company... just a little bit. He was nothing if not consistent in his approach to life, and such a straightforward ideal was appreciated in the wake of all this mystery and sneaking around she was doing. Still, that same ideal was liable to damage what she had going with Lydia, so she didn't go out of her way to find him. Later, when their killer was caught, she would tell him what happened.<br/><br/>At the rate they were going, it felt like that was never going to happen.<br/><br/>Morgan sighed, raking a hand through her brown hair as she walked along the road toward the address Lydia had given her. She had tried to dress down to draw less attention to herself, which left her in a pair of black, cotton pants that hugged her legs and a dark red, long sleeved shirt that fit loosely on her torso. The shirt had a wide neck that showed off half her shoulder on each side, just to ensure that Lydia would have enough room to show her mark. With any luck, it would be lower on her shoulder so Morgan could hide it with her Enforcer coat when it healed over. Over the shirt, she had a black sleeveless vest that allowed her to put her notebook, a pen, and a set of small, silver knives. Silver was only supposed to work on werewolves, but she was sure she read somewhere that vampires weren't keen on it either.<i>Or was it iron? </i>she thought.<i>Shit... too late to go back now. </i><br/><br/>She still had two small bottles of holy water that she knew would at least make them angry and confused if she had to use it, but she was<i>mostly </i>relying on Lydia for protection if it came down to a fight. She was likely to be the only human there, unless some of Adrian's lackeys had pets of their own. She shuddered at the idea, sticking her hands deeper into her pockets as she walked.<i>This is just business, </i>she reminded herself.<br/><br/>As she came upon the building Lydia had told her about, she hesitated outside the door. There was no going back from this point. In reality, there had never been any going back since Morgan and Elias had found Helena's body, but Morgan liked to think there had been some point where she could have denied this case. Now, she was going to a place so far out of her element with a single vampire at her side.<br/><br/>It was going to have to be good enough.<br/><br/>Morgan snapped her hand out of her pocket and raised her fist, giving the door a few soft raps with her knuckles. The sunlight was fading from the sky, painting the stray clouds with orange and pink streaks. If she wasn't in unfamiliar territory, unarmed and quite frankly a little scared and nervous, she might have spent more time marveling at the beauty of it all.