Okay, so I wrote a few one-chapter stories about Greg and Morgan getting together as a couple, but I thought it would be fun to write a story about when they're actually a couple already. Hope you guys like it!

Chapter 1

After parking her car Morgan walked through the hallways of the CSI headquarter to the locker room. To her surprise, she only found Greg there. They both looked around and when they didn't see anyone else, they shared a quick, but passionate kiss.

"You're still coming over after shift, right?" he asked, holding her tight. She smiled at him and ran her finger down his face. "Absolutely!"

Footsteps down the hall told them someone was coming. They quickly stepped away from each other and changed the subject of their conversation, so that when Sara entered the locker room, all she heard was Greg complaining about a cashier at the supermarket.

"They're advertising all over the store that it's two for the price of one now, but no, I have to pay for both of them!" Greg complained with a tone of annoyance in his voice.

"That's so unfair!" Morgan said, shaking her head. "Oh, hi, Sara."

"Hey," Sara smiled. "You okay, Greg?"

"Yeah, just not having a great morning!" he reassured her, while he avoided looking at Morgan. Thanks to her, his morning had been everything but not great!

"Well, I best go see what Russell has planned for me today," Morgan decided. "I'll catch you guys later."

She started to leave the locker room.

"Oh, Morgan, wait!" Sara quickly turned around. "I came to tell you that there's someone here to see you. Someone named Tim Johnson…"

Morgan frowned. "You sure that's his name?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Sara nodded. Morgan groaned. "Please tell me you told him I don't work here anymore or something like that!"

"Eh, no, sorry…" Sara said, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Who's Tim Johnson?" Greg asked. Morgan sighed. "He's this guy I used to work with back in LA. I couldn't stand him! He kept asking me out, he didn't know anything about personal space and when I left LA, he kept calling me every five minutes until I changed my phone number. I was hoping I'd never have to see him again!"

"Sorry, if I'd known, I would have told him you had transferred to the crime lab in Timbuktu," Sara said with a smile. Morgan smiled too. "Thanks! Well, I better go and face him… Will you come with me, Greg? I may need someone strong to prevent me from doing something stupid to him!"

"Sure," Greg said with a grin. "Where is he?"

"I left him in the break room," Sara told him.

"Alone, I might hope!" Morgan said with a frightened look on her face. Sara bit her lip. "He was talking to Hodges…"

Morgan put the fakest smile on her face she could manage. "Perfect! Well, I guess it's safe to say my day is pretty much ruined! Come on, Greg!"

They left the locker room and started for the break room.

"I'll try to rescue your day after shift," Greg whispered in her ear. Morgan smiled at him. "I know you will…"

She had force herself not to take his hand when they walked into the break room. Hodges was there alright, talking to a guy with short brown hair and a fake sun tan. When he smiled, he showed a perfect set of teeth, which clearly had been whitened.

"Morgan!" he exclaimed, jumping up from his chair. He walked up to her and hugged her so tight that even Hodges frowned. Morgan quickly turned her head away so his kiss ended up on her cheek and not on her mouth.

"Hi, Tim," she said, pushing him back as much as she could. "What a… surprise to see you here…"

"I just missed you so much!" the guy said with a sad look on his face. "You don't respond to my emails, you don't return my phone calls… Please tell me you haven't forgotten about me!"

"I could never forget about you," she answered truthfully. If only she could… "I see you've already met David… And this here is Greg Sanders, we work together and we're really good friends."

If Hodges hadn't been there, she would have immediately introduced Greg as her boyfriend, whatever the consequences of that introduction might have been. She just wanted Tim to go back to LA so she'd never have to see him ever again.

"Greg, this is Tim Johnson, we used to work together in LA," she said, turning to look at him.

"Hello, Tim," Greg just said. No 'Nice to meet you' or anything, just 'Hello'. Morgan fought the urge to hug him in front of Hodges.

"I couldn't believe it when I heard you had left LA!" Tim said, ignoring Greg. "It took me ages to find out where you had gone! Why didn't you choose a crime lab closer to LA? We could have still seen each other on our days off!"

"What can I say? I just love Vegas," Morgan answered, looking at Greg. Even though Hodges was still there, he quickly touched her hand to let her know he knew what she meant.

"David here told me all about your father and his mother dating," Tim continued. "We should double date some time, I've never met your father!"

And hopefully you never will, Morgan thought. She managed to smile a little. "As… interesting as that sounds, you'll have to excuse me now, I have work to do. You coming, Greg?"

He immediately followed her out of the break room.

"I'll keep your friend company!" Hodges called after them. Morgan stopped, clenched her fists and looked at the ceiling, muttering something Greg could only translate as cursing. After looking around, he put an arm around her shoulder for a moment. "Come on, let it go! We'll go and see Russell and we'll get out of here together, okay?"

"Okay," she sighed. "Let's hope he has found a murder to investigate in the Sahara desert or something like that, I want to get as far away from that guy as possible!"

She and Greg walked over to Russell's office.

"I'll take anything, as long as it's far away from here!" she immediately said. Russell looked up from his papers with a questioning look on his face. Reluctantly Morgan told him about Tim's visit.

"Aha, I see," Russell said with a nod. "I hate to disappoint you, but the best I've got is a robbery at a hotel just off the Strip."

"Well, it's not as good as the Sahara desert, but I'll take it," Morgan sighed. "Come on, Greg!"

"Hold it!"

Both Greg and Morgan stopped and turned around. Russell got up from his chair. "Are you two going to work this case together?"

"Yeah, unless there's a problem with that," Morgan slowly said. She tried to look just as confused as Greg.

"You two have been working a lot of cases together lately," Russell said, taking his glasses off. "Maybe you should work separately for a change."

"We've solved all the cases we've worked together on the last few weeks," Greg said, still looking confused. "Why break up a team that catches all the bad guys?"

He felt his heart beating faster than usual. Did Russell know he and Morgan were dating?

"I guess that's true," Russell hesitantly agreed.

"Great, that's settled then!" Morgan quickly said before he could say anything else. "Let's go, Greg!"

They nearly ran out of Russell's office, afraid of what else he might say.

"Want me to drive?" Greg offered. Morgan nodded. "Be my guest!"

Not long after that, they arrived at their crime scene. It was a small store in a hotel and casino, just off the Strip. Detective Jenkins told them what had happened: "A guy came into the store when there was no one else, threatened the cashier with a gun and left with a load of money. There's no video footage as the camera broke down a few hours before the robbery."

"That can't be a coincidence," Greg said. "Any witnesses?"

"None," Detective Jenkins replied. "And apparently no one heard anything either, because when the robbery took place, a band just started to perform in the casino. The music was so loud people on the eight floor complained about it!"

"Thanks," Greg said before following Morgan under the police tape into the small hotel store. On the left, he saw the typical Las Vegas souvenirs, on the right the products every hotel sold.

"Nothing of real value here," Morgan said, noticing what he was looking at.

"And look at the prices!" Greg pointed to the price tag of a towel. "How much money could have been in the register? Two hundred, maybe three hundred dollars at most?"

"This couldn't have been at the money," Morgan agreed with him, putting her kit down. "Unless it was someone who had lost so much money in the casino he couldn't pay his hotel bill anymore!"

"I know this hotel, you have to pay for your room when you check in," Greg told her. "And you always have to leave your credit card details, so that if there's any extra charge, they won't have any problems getting the money."

Morgan gave him a curious look. "How do you know that?"

"It's not what you think!" he defended himself, knowing that she was thinking he had brought dates to this hotel.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" she teased him. He looked at her, but when he saw her smile, he realized that she was really just teasing him… and that detective Jenkins was only a few feet away.

"Why don't you check the register, then I'll see if I can find out about that camera," he suggested.

"Sure," she nodded.

They both got to work and didn't talk for a few moments. Morgan collected a few threads that she would have to get back to Hodges to examine, even though she was pretty sure they were from the robber's clothes. Greg found the camera and managed to collect a few prints off of it. Just as he wanted to go back over to Morgan, he heard a voice he knew all too well: "I'm telling you, that's all I know!"

He turned around to have his fears confirmed. The girl who had been working as the cashier during the robbery was no one other than his next-door neighbor and best friend Nikki. He immediately hurried to the other side of the yellow tape to see her. "Nikki, are you okay?"

She smiled at him. "Hey, Greg! Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry. Just a little shaken, that's all."

"Can you tell me what exactly happened?" he asked, still having the worried look on his face. She nudged him. "Sure, if you stop looking so worriedly! I'm fine, honestly! I was just counting off the minutes until my shift ended when this guy came into the store dressed all in black and wearing a black hat to cover his face…"

The guy in black pointed his gun at her. "Give me all the money… Now!"

Her hand slid down to the alarm button and pressed it. She had no idea how long it would take the police to get here, but at least they had been warned. She looked at the guy and tried to look a lot braver than she felt. "Get out, loser, I'm not giving you any money!"

The guy moved a little closer. "I said 'now'! Give me the money!"

"Not a chance!" she said angrily. "Get out of here!"

She wondered if he had heard her last words as the music from the casino was so loud now she could barely hear herself.

"Give me the money!" he shouted. Before she could say anything else, he fired his gun. His shot missed her completely and went into the wall behind her, but it had hit her last little bit of courage. She quickly opened the register and started to get the bills out of it.

"Hurry up!" he said, waving his gun. He reached over the counter and grabbed a handful of bills, which he put in his pocket. Another handful went into his other pocket. He then pointed his gun at her one last time before running out of the store.

"Wait… You're telling me the guy only took two handfuls of money?" Greg said. Nikki nodded. "Yeah, that's all. It's a bit strange, don't you think?"

Greg looked at Morgan, who had walked over to them.

"Yeah, very strange," he agreed with her. He looked at Morgan again, who now smiled at the young woman. Before she could say anything, Nikki already called out: "Oh, you must be Morgan! I've heard so much about you already!"

Surprised, Morgan looked at Greg.

"Nikki lives next door to me," he explained. "We've been friends for years."

"I see," Morgan nodded. She looked at the young woman and tried to figure out if they could have been dating. Stop it, Morgan, you're acting as if you're jealous now, she told herself.

"Nikki just told me what happened," Greg continued. "Nikki, you said the guy left the store. Did you see where he was going?"

Nikki pointed to her right. "That way. Means he either went to the elevators or to the emergency exit, there's nothing else that way."

"Thanks," Greg smiled. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes!" Nikki laughed. "Now go on and investigate before you're not going to be okay anymore!"

After another smile Greg walked off in the direction Nikki had pointed out. Morgan followed him. When she was sure no one could hear them, she said: "She seems nice…"

Greg turned around to look at her. "You're not telling me that you're jealous of her, are you now? She's eleven years younger than me, she's like my little sister!"

"Then why didn't you ever tell her about me?" Morgan asked. "You clearly told her about me!"

"Look, can we talk about this later?" Greg said, afraid detective Jenkins might hear them. "We promised that we'd keep personal and work life separated, remember?"

Morgan sighed. "Yeah, I remember. I'm just curious why you never told me about her."

"After shift I'll tell you all about her," Greg promised. "Can we focus now? Why don't you go and find out if there's video surveillance in the elevators? Then we can check if the robber took the elevator."

"I don't think that's necessary…" Morgan passed the elevators and walked over to the emergency exit. Just in front of it, on the floor, she found a one dollar bill.

"One dollar?" Greg said, looking at the bill.

"I'll bet you ten it's from the robber," Morgan said in response, bagging the bill after she had photographed it.

"Oh, I believe that, but… a one dollar bill? How much money did he actually take?" Greg turned around and walked back to Nikki. "You said he took two handfuls of money from the register. Did you notice what kind of bills he took?"

"Yeah, he grabbed all the one dollar bills and some of the five dollar bills," she grinned. "I don't think he'll ever get rich if he keeps working like this!"

Greg looked at Morgan. She could almost read his mind: this was definitely not about money!

"Do you remember anything about the guy?" she asked Nikki. "Did you notice any piercings, tattoos, unusual things… Scars maybe?"

Nikki shook her head. "Nothing. His legs and arms were covered, his face was too. I could only see his eyes, they were kinda dark brownish. Oh, I do remember one thing! When he talked, I could see his teeth. They could have been in a dentist ad, cause they were all perfectly straight and white!"

Greg's mind immediately went back to the smile he had seen in the break room earlier. Tim's teeth were all perfectly straight and white. Could he be the robber they were looking for?