Slightly different story than what I usually write, but I just wanted to do something fun instead of serious! And I think we can all remember how fun Greg could be during the first few CSI seasons! ;)
Minor spoiler warning for 13x16...

"How on earth did we get stuck having to clean this place up?"

Greg turned around to face Morgan, who was looking at the shelves filled with boxes. He didn't blame her for complaining: having to go through all those boxes wasn't his first choice of work either of course. But since it was a quiet night, Russell had thought it was a good idea for them to clean up the old storage room. What also hadn't been in their advantage, was that their own idea to get through their shift (playing table soccer with coffee beans in the breakroom) hadn't exactly been approved by everyone.

"I'm sure it says somewhere in my contract I was not hired to do this," Morgan stated while crossing her arms. Greg raised his eyebrows. "Feeling too good to clean? Wow, being the sheriff's daughter now sure has changed you!"

She playfully nudged him between his ribs. "I'll bet you I'm a lot better at cleaning than you are, Mr. I'll-do-everything-I'm-told-no-matter-what-it-is!"

"I don't do…" he already started, but seeing her teasing smile, he realized he was wasting his breath.

"So, what is it we're supposed to do?" Morgan pointed to the boxes around them. Greg picked one up and placed it on the table in the middle of the room. "We're supposed to go through them to see what's inside. All the boxes are filled with things collected from suspects, but never used in any cases and either never returned or claimed. We have to see if it's possible to return them and if there's no information about the owner…"

"It's going straight into the trash can," Morgan finished his sentence. "Already, let's get started then! And since I'm a lot better than you at table soccer, I get to choose the first box!"

"You are not…" Even though he loved seeing that teasing smile on his face, he hated himself for falling for it every time again. Without saying a word, he took the box she was holding and put it on the table to go through it. He heard her laughing behind him and couldn't help smiling. No matter what, he'd always love working together with her!

For a while they worked in almost complete silence, only speaking up when they had found something weird. Suddenly Greg heard Morgan say: "Hey!"

He looked up from the candle he had just been looking at to see what she had found.

"This is Sara's," Morgan said, pointing to the notebook she was holding. "What's that doing in here?"

"It probably got put in there by mistake," Greg shrugged. He continued looking at the candle that had been taken from a suspect in interrogation (who walked around with a candle in his pockets) until he heard Morgan shout: "Seriously?"

She started laughing, looking at something in Sara's notebook.

"What is it?" he asked. She looked up, still laughing. "This really is too funny!"

"What is it?" he repeated, not understanding what could possibly be so funny that she was nearly crying from laughter.

"You!" she laughed. She turned Sara's notebook around so he could see what she was looking at. It was a photo Sara had taken of him years ago, when he was still working as a DNA tech. He was wearing a flowery Hawaii shirt, a glove as a hat and a mask over his mouth with vampire teeth drawn on it.

"This is how you used to work in DNA?" She was still laughing and actual tears started to run down her face. She wiped them away, but couldn't stop laughing. "You look ridiculous! Oh, I wish I had known you back then! I would have taken thousands of photos of you!"

"Morgan, can I please have that photo back?" he asked, trying to sound patient. She shook her head. "No way, this is going home with me!"

"Morgan, please give me back that photo!"

"No way!" she said again, holding the notebook firmly in her hands. "Besides, it's not even yours, it's Sara's!"

"Morgan, please give me that photo!" He reached out to it with his hand, but she quickly pulled her arm back. He tried again, but for the second time she was too quick for him.

"Morgan…"

"No!"

"That photo…"

"Nope!"

"Please!"

"Missed again!"

After twenty failed tries, he gave up, which made her smile proudly. "You give up?"

"I want that photo back," he insisted.

"Why?" she asked, lowering her arm. "I just think it's a funny photo, that's all."

"That's the whole point!" He knew he sounded angry, but he couldn't help it. "That's not who I am anymore, it was who I was years and years ago! I did a lot of stupid things, which everyone seemed to enjoy, but it took me forever to get people to realize I could be serious! I don't want people to go back to thinking I'm just a crazy guy who jokes around and occasionally gets his work done!"

"Hey…" Morgan took a step towards him and looked him straight in the eye. "I know you're not just a crazy guy who occasionally gets his work done. You're a great CSI, Greg, and I know how serious you can be. And if anyone says something different about you, let them come see me and I'll set their minds straight. I never meant any harm with that photo, I'd just like to keep it, that's all. But I'd never show it to anyone else, I promise. You can trust me about that, honestly! Or don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you," he reluctantly admitted.

"But you still want that photo back," she understood. "Well, alright, if you want it back, then you have to try and catch it first."

She held the photo in front of him, but pulled her arm back as soon as he reached out to it. He tried to grab her arm, which of course didn't work either. She slowly stepped back, holding up the photo. "Come on… Don't tell me you're slower than a girl!"

Oh, that smile of hers! He couldn't ignore it, he had to go along with her playful mood. He tried it one more time: "Morgan, please give me back that photo!"

"No!"

"Fine, you have it your way!" He took a step towards her, knowing she'd step back. Grinning, she kept walking back, while he continued to try and grab the photo. "Morgan, please give me that photo… Morgan… That photo! Morgan, please… Morgan!"

She just kept laughing, walking back and shaking her head. Good, she was walking towards the wall, he noticed. "Morgan, give me back that photo…"

"No… I…" Surprised, she looked behind her, only noticing the wall now. He held out his arms so she couldn't get away. "Can I please have that photo back now?"

The only option she had left, was turning her back towards him, which he had been prepared for. He quickly wrapped his arms around her to try and grab the photo she had firmly pressed against her chest with crossed arms. She wriggled to escape and suddenly their faces were only inches apart. They both looked at each other, feeling the tension between them. Later, neither of them could remember who made the first move, but just that they had kissed. He felt her relax in his arms and giving up her fight, only paying attention to his lips. Breathlessly, they broke apart. All of a sudden, she realized something. "You took the photo!"

She looked at her empty hands and then at him. He grinned proudly, holding up the photo. With her mouth open in amazement she stared at him. "You only kissed me to get that photo back? But I thought… You used me!"

"Just a clever way to get what I wanted!" he grinned. She nodded, her eyebrows raised up high. "Oh, to get what you wanted? How about what I want?"

As soon as she had said those words, he should have realized what she was up to, yet she still surprised him when she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him so passionately he was convinced his heart stopped beating. When they broke apart, he felt like he had just run a marathon because of how out of breath he was. He looked down, expecting her to have taken the photo back, but he was still holding it himself.

"Can I please keep that photo?" she asked him.

"How about we discuss that after shift, maybe… during dinner?" he suggested, slowly realizing she hadn't kissed him back to get the photo, but just because she had wanted to kiss him.

She smiled at him. "I like the sound of that…"

They both got back to work, not mentioning the photo again. Greg couldn't help but smile every now and then. He had changed a lot since Sara had taken that photo and he was happy he had, but he was even happier that things had finally changed between him and Morgan.