I wrote this a while back already, but I never published it before as it's quite different from what I usually write. Hope you like it anyway! :)
It takes place after 13x21 Ghosts of the Past, but there's no real spoilers (yet)!
Finally.
The word crossed his mind as his lips crashed down onto hers. He whispered her name in her ear, only giving himself a second to say it in between kisses. It wasn't until she asked him what his name was that he realized she wasn't who he thought she was.
With her kit in her hand Morgan walked down the hotel hallway. She didn't know much about the crime scene yet, just that a man had been shot and that there were two witnesses.
As usual, the crime scene wasn't hard to find as it had been sealed off by yellow police tape. The man had been shot right in front of room 1175. A girl was standing in the doorway of it, looking at the dead man with a horrified look in her eyes. Russell was already trying to talk to her, but to Morgan's surprise he seemed angry. She didn't understand why, had the girl done something wrong?
"Hi, Russell," she greeted him.
"Morgan… Why don't you go see what David has to say?" he said when he saw who had greeted him.
"Okay…" she slowly said, not understanding why he immediately sent her away. Her eyes quickly scanned the hotel room, a habit of being a CSI, she thought with a little smile. Her eyes stopped at the bed. The sheets were on it as if the girl had been tossing and turning all night, but Morgan knew better than that. The girl had been with someone last night! Her eyes continued to scan the room, hoping to see evidence of the man the girl had been with. To her surprise, the man was still in the room. When he turned around, she froze. The man the girl had been with last night was Greg.
Morgan's heart started to beat wildly when she recognized her colleague. No, she had to rephrase that: the colleague she had been in love with for months. The guy she had thought of as a really great friend, who she could trust… and who she wanted to be with so badly. And here he was in a hotel room with a girl she didn't know and he probably didn't know either.
"Morgan, this isn't what it looks like!" he said when he saw her. She fought back her tears as she said: "It isn't? What else can it look like other than that you've had a very fun night?"
"Nothing happened between me and Lisa, I swear!" he said. She noticed he was close to tears as well, but she ignored it. She shook her head, refusing to look directly at him. "We're both CSI's, Greg, we have to follow the evidence. And right now the only thing the evidence is telling me is that you've slept with some girl you probably don't even know!"
The tears really started to roll down her face now, so she rushed out of the hotel room to find David.
"Are you okay?" he worriedly asked her.
"Just talk!" she ordered him, wiping away her tears. Before David had the chance to say something, Greg appeared next to them. "Honestly, Morgan, I did not sleep with Lisa! Nothing happened! Okay, we did kiss, but that's all! I feel stupid enough for kissing her already, nothing else happened!"
"Leave me alone!" she snapped at him.
"I didn't even know you two were dating," David noted.
"We aren't," she angrily told him. In thought she added 'And we never will be now!' How could he do this to her? Okay, so they weren't dating, but she had honestly thought that was only because they hadn't admitted their feelings to each other. Everyone knew they were in love, they just hadn't said it out loud.
"Morgan, please…"
"Leave me alone!" she repeated, fighting her tears once again. "Just stay away from me! Stay away!"
"Morgan…"
"That's enough!"
They both looked up as Russell approached them. The angry look on his face was one Morgan had never seen before.
"We're at a crime scene here, for goodness sake, act like it!" he angrily said. "You're both acting like two immature kids! Greg, go and tell Brass what you saw… now! And Morgan, you're going back to CSI. I'm calling Sara to help me here and I'm assigning you to another case!"
"Fine!" Still angry, but not because she had been taken off the case, she took off her gloves, grabbed her kit and walked away. She ignored Greg calling her name.
After Greg had told Brass everything he had seen through the peephole of the hotel room door – a man dressed in black clothes firing a shot at an already bleeding man lying on the floor and then taking off in the direction of the stairs – he impatiently waited till he was told he could leave. He was still waiting when Sara walked in.
"Hey," she said. "What happened?"
The way she asked him told him she wasn't talking about the crime, but about him and Lisa. He sighed deeply. "I made a stupid mistake, but not as stupid as it seems, alright?"
"Alright, take it easy, tiger!" Sara told him with a smile. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"
He heaved another deep sigh. "Okay… After shift yesterday I went to find Morgan, just to ask her if she needed a ride home or something else unimportant, just so I could talk to her for a few more minutes…"
He had checked the locker room and their office, but she wasn't there. He continued walking down the hallway until he reached the breakroom. When he saw who she was with, he immediately stood still, not realizing Henry was only a step behind him.
"Hey, watch it!" the DNA tech said as he took a step back to prevent Greg from bumping into him. Greg ignored him, his eyes glued to what he saw in the breakroom. Morgan was sitting on the couch, but she wasn't alone. She was with Hodges… They sat next to each other, cozily talking and laughing. They were looking at something on Hodges' phone, something Greg couldn't see. Suddenly he clearly heard Morgan say: "You are such a romantic…"
It felt like his heart stopped beating right there and then. What? No, he refused to believe it. Morgan had not just called Hodges a romantic, it just couldn't be! A nauseous feeling started to take over his body. How could she do this to him? He had been sure she was just as crazy about him as he was about her and yet here she was, calling Hodges a romantic… He started to feel his heart beating again, wild and uncontrollable. Then it seemed to break into a thousand pieces. Morgan had fallen for Hodges…
Without noticing any of his surroundings, he left CSI and got into his car. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew he had to get away from there. He drove around without paying attention to any of the street name signs and finally ended up on a parking lot of a hotel. He got out of his car, locked it and walked into the hotel, immediately heading for the bar. Why, he didn't know, because he never drank. Yet he accepted the drink the bar tender poured him and he actually took a sip as well, immediately regretting it. He put the glass down and played with it for a while, concentrating on the drink moving around in it so he wouldn't think about Morgan.
"That alcohol is actually going drunk itself if you keep moving it around like that."
He looked up and saw a girl had sat down next to him. She looked nothing like Morgan: brown hair instead of blond, dark eyes instead of blue and way too much make-up instead of Morgan's subtle use of eyeliner and mascara.
"Go find another customer," he told her, assuming she was a hooker. To his surprise, she started laughing.
"I'm not that kind of girl," she told him. "I know I look like one with all this make-up, but that's just something my boss wants. I'm Lisa, I'm the fortune-teller here at the hotel."
He didn't introduce himself back to her, he didn't feel like talking at all.
"What I tell all those tourists is completely fake of course, but I do sense certain things," she continued. "And I sense there's something wrong with you. Something about a girl?"
For a second he believed she actually had some sort of sixth sense, but then he realized it was an easy guess.
"Leave me alone," he told her, grabbing his glass again.
"Hey, I can just leave if you want me to, you don't have to throw your drink in my face!" she quickly said, a shocked expression on her face. She jumped up from her seat and started to walk away. Suddenly he felt sorry for scaring her like that.
"Lisa, wait!" he called after her. "I wasn't going to throw my drink in your face, honestly!"
She smiled at him. "Alright, I believe you. Can I sit down again?"
"Sure." Why not? It wasn't like the glass was such pleasant company!
"So, a girl," Lisa immediately started again. "You've been hurt by her, but… it's strange, I don't see why she has hurt you. Are you sure she has done something wrong?"
Of course he was sure, he had heard what she had said! She thought Hodges was a romantic, so they had to be dating. What other explanation was there?
"I don't think she has…" Lisa said, a dreamy look in her eyes. "It feels like… her heart still belongs to you… Gosh, this is tricky, I can't feel everything right! I wish I could check my cards…"
"Your cards?" Greg repeated, his eyebrows raised up high. "You mean like fortune telling cards?"
"Yeah," Lisa nodded with a serious look on her face. "Wanna come up to my room and check them with me? I promise, I won't do anything that'll make you think again that I'm a hooker, okay?"
What did he have to lose?
"Fine," he said. "Which floor is your room on?"
"And that's how I ended up in her room," he finished telling Sara his story. "She checked her cards, we talked and yes, we did end up kissing, but nothing else, I swear! I would never do that to Morgan, I love her! Even if she's dating Hodges…"
"Do you still believe that?" In total surprise Sara shook her head. "Russell told me he had to send her away because she totally lost it at the thought that you were with another girl! She wouldn't do that if she was dating Hodges and you know that! She's still crazy about you and if you don't find a way to get through to her, you're going to lose her forever!"
"What am I supposed to do then, since she won't listen to me?" he said, sounding angrier than he wanted to. "She doesn't believe me, she said we 'have to follow the evidence' and that the evidence is telling her I slept with Lisa! I don't have any evidence that I did not sleep with her, just my word or Lisa's and she certainly won't listen to her!"
"Did you not listen to what I said earlier?" A still angry looking Russell walked up to them. "This is a crime scene, remember, not some kind of bar where you can discuss your love life! Sara, start processing the scene! And Greg, have you given Brass your statement?"
"Yes, but…"
"Good! Then you are going home right now, you are on unpaid leave until this case has been solved and you can remember how to act professional at a crime scene again!"
Greg shook his head, even though it wasn't anything like him to contradict his supervisor. "I'm going to find Morgan and I won't give up until she realizes this isn't what it seems like!"
