This came to me last night. My mind tends to wander when I'm bored. This is set after the Rubbery Homicide episode where Greg and Morgan go out for a drink. Please review! Thanks for reading!

"No. This can not be happening." Morgan's hushed voice echoed against the small bathroom walls. She stared down at the pregnancy test on the sink's counter. She closed her eyes, praying she would discover it was just her mind playing tricks on her when she opened them again. They weren't. There it was, just as it had been a few minutes earlier, in clear bright black letters: pregnant.

She groaned as she sank to the floor, the cabinet doors bristling against her back on her descent. Her mind reeled. How did this happen? But that she already knew …

Two months earlier….

"Thanks for taking me out," she said as the bartender set the tall frothy glass in front of her. "You have no idea how much I needed this." She raised the glass to her lips, the foam tickling her nostrils as she drank.

Greg shot her a small half smile. "Sure, any time." She watched him, noticing he still hadn't touched his drink and that his focus seemed meandering, moving from the table to the window beside them.

"Greg, what's wrong? Are you still thinking about the case and what that guy said?" She smiled as his gaze shifted to her. "I told you already; you are more than just what others think they see. Don't let it get to you. Besides, your beer is getting warm and will be stolen by me if you don't watch it." A playful gleam danced in her eyes as she reached out and patted his hand. "Come on, cheer up." She took another swig.

"Yeah, it's not just that though," he answered leaning in as he pick up his beer. "You know how I said my job doesn't define me? Well now that I've been thinking about it, it kind of has lately.

"What do you mean?"

"Well this is the first time I've been out doing something that wasn't work related in months. I haven't been on a trip in probably a year and I can't even remember the last date I had." He sighed and downed his beer. "It's depressing to think about. I might need a few more of these just to make me forget how pathetic my social life has become." He signaled to the bartender for another round.

Morgan studied him, a concerned expression crossing her face. She had been thrilled when Greg had asked her out for a beer, but she was hoping for a night out with the upbeat flirty guy she was used to, who had become quite endearing to her, not this sad mopey man before her.

"Greg, you are anything but pathetic. Other people we work with I might be not able to say that about and keep a straight face, but not you. Greg, you have accomplished more than I probably ever hope to. I mean you've written a book, traveled to Europe, and have more hobbies than I can count. Hell, you're even psychic." This brought out a laugh from him. "You're just going through a low point right now," she continued. "You'll get through it."

"I guess you have a valid argument there, Brody." He picked up his fresh beer. "Sorry, enough about me and my problems. What's going on with you?"

"My dad's getting married again. Wife number four," she said.

"Really?"

"Yep." She took a sip glancing out the window. "Is it sad that he's getting married before me…again?"

"No. Not at all. You've got plenty of time. Besides, the longer you wait the smaller the chance of there being a husband number two." He caught her eye. "So… are you seeing anyone?"

She smiled shyly and shook her head. "No. I did try one of those blind dating apps a couple of months ago, but I think it just solidified the fact that there are no guys in Vegas for me."

Greg stared at her, watching her brush her hair behind an ear. "I do miss sex though," she continued meeting his gaze. He took a big gulp of his beer, digesting what she just said. She shrugged and laughed, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that followed her last comment. "Sorry, that must have been the alcohol talking."

"You know, sex might be just what I need to pull me out of my slump." He smirked as she stared at him now, wide eyed. "If you're offering, that is." He winked and gave a small chuckle.

"Okay," she said cutting off his laughter abruptly.

"What?" he said stunned. "Are you serious?" She arched an eyebrow and smiled as she sipped on her beer. "Don't tease me, Morgan."

"Who's teasing?" she said. She ran her finger over the condensation on the side of her glass, not looking at Greg. "It could just be a one night thing. We don't have to make a big deal out of it or question how it will affect our relationship if we go into it knowing it's only one night. Tomorrow we can just pretend it never happened." She looked up from her drink to gauge his reaction.

Greg nodded, unable to hide his enthusiasm at her suggestion."So your place or mine?"

Greg was in the break room talking to Sara and Hodges. Their laughter floated out into the hall as Morgan watched from a distance, contemplating how she was going to tell him. They had done a good job of tiptoeing around the events of that night, never once mentioning it. But despite the promise that nothing would change between them, she couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered a little more on her now or how her heart sped up a beat whenever she was in his presence. She thought about suggesting that maybe they should try to start up a casual dating relationship just to see where it went, but now…well this was much more than asking for a romantic dinner. This was going to change both of their lives, and she had no idea how he would take it.

"Hey guys," she said causally as she entered. "What's going on?"

"Greg was just telling us about this horrible date he went on last night," Hodges said. Morgan stared at Greg, surprise written on her face.

"Really? You met someone?" She hoped he couldn't hear the hurt in her voice.

"A friend needed someone to go out with his wife's co-worker for some charity event, so I volunteered. I deeply regret it now." He wouldn't meet her eyes.

"She hasn't stopped calling him all day," Sara told her, smirking. She turned her attention to Greg. "You do attract some crazies."

"Like that serial killer…what was her name?" Hodge snapped his fingers trying to remember.

"Ellen?" Sara helped, taking a sip from her coffee cup.

"Okay, no more talk about my love life. What's going on with you, Morgan?" Greg looked at her now, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"Actually, can I talk you in the hall for a few minutes?" she asked him, avoiding everyone else's quizzical stares.

Greg's smile vanished as he nodded, getting up. Awkwardly, they walked out into the hall together.

"Morgan, look-" he started.

"Greg, I have-" she cut him off but was interrupted herself by Russell.

"Oh good, you're both here," he said walking up to them. "I have a case for you. Double homicide. Here's the address." He handed Morgan a piece of paper. "Better hurry. I think David's already there waiting on you."

Russell walked past them into the break room to talk to Sara. Greg and Morgan exchanged an uneasy glance.

"Well, guess we better get going," Morgan said.

"Didn't you want to talk about something?" Greg asked as she begin to walk away. She briefly closed her eyes and then turned to face him.

"It can wait," she said, plastering on a smile.