Greg and Russell walked into the Tangier's grand ballroom donning tuxedos. Greg grinned and scanned the room taking in all the elegance of the mayor's retirement party.

"Thanks for the invite," he said to Russell.

"Thank the airline who delayed my wife's flight from Seattle," Russell responded. "Actually, I'm glad for the company. I usually find these events stuffy."

On their way to the bar, they passed by the dance floor and the overly adorned dinner tables set with fine china and flowers. A woman with beautiful blonde curls cascading down the back of her silver dress sat at the bar facing the bartender. Russell caught Greg staring.

"Well, I see Ecklie over there," he said gesturing towards the corner of the room, "why don't you find someone to entertain you while I'm gone." He nudged Greg in the direction of the bar. Greg took the hint and gave him a smirk while he went to meet the mystery blonde.

Fixing his hair, he pulled up next to the beauty's barstool trying to think of the perfect pick up line when he looked over at her.

"Morgan?"

His young colleague returned the surprised look and smiled. "Greg? What are you doing here?"

"I'm Russell's date for the evening." Greg pointed to his supervisor across the room.

Morgan smiled and nodded. "Lucky you. I'm my dad's." She sipped the martini in front of her.

"A martini, eh? No beer available?"

Morgan laughed. "I wish! No, I'm stuck being classy tonight."

Greg motioned to the bartender. "Well you certainly look the part."

"Thanks. You clean up nicely yourself." She set down her empty glass.

"A martini for me and another round for the beautiful lady," Greg said slipping the bartender some cash.

"Hey, now! Another one of these and I'll be drunk." She laughed again.

"I would love to see that. I bet you are a fun drunk." Greg grinned eyeing Morgan teasingly.

"Nope, just a cheap one," Morgan replied then cringed. "Oh my God, I can't believe I just said that. See it's already starting."

"Well I'm a clumsy drunk if it makes you feel any better. Can't stumble in a straight line to save my life when I'm wasted." The band began to play. He grabbed her hand hearing Sinatra's "The Way You Look Today" starting. "Let's dance before the alcohol sinks in."

Morgan let him help her off the stool and followed him as he led the way to the dance floor. Greg twirled her around and let his hands fall to her waist while Morgan intertwined her fingers to rest on the nape of his neck. They moved fluidly to the music catching the attention of their two superiors.

Russell smiled watching the two move around the room. "Ah, to be young again." Ecklie returned the smile viewing the flirty dance partners.

"I remember dancing with Morgan's mother to that song. God, she looks just like her. They grow up so fast." Ecklie observed his daughter's happy demeanor as she moved to the music.

Greg and Morgan's eyes locked on each other's. Greg started to lean towards her just as the song died down. The band director interrupted the moment by asking the guests to return to their seats. Morgan and Greg awkwardly broke apart and found their way back to the bar. In the background, the deputy mayor began his speech.

"Thank you for the dance," Morgan whispered to Greg while indulging in her third martini.

"The pleasure was all mine," Greg raised his glass to her and then downed his drink. He could smell her sweet perfume wafting in the air. He closed his eyes taking her in. "You are fine…a fine dancer."

Forty minutes and several drinks later, he could feel the alcohol washing his inhibitions away. Morgan had just finished telling him a story about a case she worked on in LA when he blurted out, "You smell fantastic. What is that?"

Morgan looked down and shyly smiled. "Chanel." She treated herself to a gin and tonic. Her head felt light, and she felt loose all over. She leaned into Greg's ear and whispered. "You want to get out of here?"

Greg smirked and looked entranced at Morgan. "You really are a cheap drunk." Morgan gave him a playful shove almost knocking him off the stool. Greg laughed.

"Are we interrupting?" The sheriff's voice rang out behind them. They turned to find both Ecklie and Russell waiting for them.

"M, you ready to go?" Ecklie continued.

Morgan looked at Greg and answered back. "Actually, I think I'm going hang back and grab a cab with Greg if that's okay with you, Dad."

"Sure, you're young. Enjoy yourselves." He gave them a tight grin. "Text me when you get home, okay?" He leaned in and gave Morgan a kiss on the cheek. Then he turned to Greg. "Take care of her Sanders." Greg nodded. Ecklie walked off.

"I better be going too. Need to check in on the wife," Russell said. He looked from Greg to Morgan."Hey Greg, come talk to me for a second." He helped the inebriated CSI off the barstool and led him to the side.

Holding him steady, Russell looked him up and down. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yessir," Greg slurred and saluted Russell before falling into laughter.

"Alright..alright." Russell took hold of Greg's shoulder and looked back at Morgan who was equally as wasted. Russell took a hotel room card out of his coat pocket.

"Here. Greg…Greg." He shook him slightly to get his attention. "Listen. I had reserved a room here, but without the missus, I'd rather go home. I don't think you or Morgan are in any condition to drive, let alone walk to the street to get a cab. You'd be the perfect target for muggers. Take this key, go upstairs and brew yourself and Morgan some coffee from the room. Sober up and then try to find your way home." He handed the key to Greg. "Room 1406, okay?"

"Room 1406," Greg repeated. "Thanks boss…so sorry." Russell patted him on the back. Then he turned and waved to Morgan before retreating to the exit.

Greg tried and failed to stroll back to the bar, stumbling over his feet. He leaned in on the bar counter next to Morgan. He flashed the room key between his fingers. "So, you wanted to get out of here?" Morgan's eyes fixed on his and she nodded slowly grinning.

They were a sight, laughing and stumbling to the elevator in all their splendor. The doors opened and they fell into each other while climbing in. Greg pushed the button for the 14th floor and the doors shut leaving them alone. He stared at Morgan and leaned in.

"I'm having a great time," he said.

"Me too," she whispered back. Their foreheads were touching. Greg pulled her closer just as he pressed his lips against hers. The elevator lurched and the doors opened. They pulled away from each other and moved aside as another couple entered.

Soon they arrived on their floor. Greg took Morgan's hand and they hurried down the hall to find the room. Locating 1406, Greg handed Morgan the key. He stood behind her trailing small kisses down her neck as she opened the door. Leading him in, Morgan turned and pulled Greg into a passionate kiss while sliding off his jacket. She stepped back and slowly slid the straps of her dress down her arms slithering out of the sequined gown. Greg looked her up and down lustfully. He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up. He kissed her fervently. She wrapped her legs around him and begin unbuttoning his shirt. Together they fell on the bed in a sensual embrace.

Morgan's head swam. She could hear a buzzing noise and willed herself to open her eyes. A bright light blinded her on the first attempt. She blinked opening her eyes once more to see a gap in the blinds as daylight leaked in. Her mind moved slowly. She realized she was in a room she didn't recognize. The buzzing continued. She suddenly felt something or someone shift beneath her. Looking down, she saw Greg sleeping peacefully. Quietly, she repositioned herself off of his chest to the other side of the bed trying to piece together the fragments of memory she had of the night before. Between the migraine and the constant buzzing, she couldn't think straight. As she pulled the sheets off, it dawned on her that she was naked. Realization of what had occurred the night before washed over her.

"Shit!" Greg stirred at the sound of her voice. Careful not to wake him, she eased out of bed and begin to dress. She check out her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She tried to wipe off her smeared make-up and ran her fingers through her tangled curls. Great, she thought, I look like a high class hooker. Just when I thought I couldn't be more humiliated.

She felt a vibration at her foot and the buzzing sound started again. She looked down to see her purse. Opening it, she took out her phone. It was her dad.
"Hey Dad," she whispered into the receiver.

"Morgan, what the hell? Where have you been?"

"Dad, give me a minute. The reception's not great here." Morgan stalled as she tiptoed into the hall. "Look, sorry! I forgot to text you. I crashed when I got home and just woke up."

"M, you had me worried sick. I almost send a squad car out to your place."

"Look, Dad. I got to go. I'll see you at work, okay? Again, sorry. Bye." She hung up before he could respond. She paused outside the hotel room door and took a deep breath. Her mind was racing and her head was pounding. She had so many questions but was afraid of the answers. All she wanted to do was go home and take a cold shower.

Nursing a hangover and a large cup of strong coffee, Morgan walked into the lab. Thankfully, Greg wasn't in the locker room or anywhere else in sight when she arrived. She was mortified to even think how that conversation would go. Why did she have to get so drunk? She loved working with Greg with his flirty banter and charming grin. Sometimes it was the highlight of her day. They were always so comfortable with each other. Now she had screwed it up.

Hodges looked up from the specimen he was examining. "Your results are on the printer. You look tired. Rough night?"

Morgan rolled her eyes picking up the report. "You are truly charming. Thanks. What have you got for me?"

"The trace on your victim's shirt was syrup. Birch syrup to be exact. Can be found in many things including sauces, glazes, beer, wine, soft drinks, and even ice cream."

"Ice cream, huh? I could drown myself in some rocky road right now. Anything else you can tell me?"

"That's all I got. You sure you're okay?" Hodges gave her a sympathetic look.

"I'm fine. Thanks." Morgan turned to leave and stopped in her tracks. Greg was right outside in the hall talking to Russell. Morgan ducked behind the doorframe inside the lab hoping she wasn't spotted. She could hear their voices.

"Greg, glad to see you made it back in one piece. I need you to find Morgan. I have a case for you two over in Henderson. An assault." Russell's voice echoed in the hall.

"Thanks. I'm on it." Greg's voice sounded sad and hoarse. Maybe she was just reading too much into it. Maybe she was just…

"Um…what are you doing?" Crap, she forgot Hodges was there. She must have looked like an idiot.

"Nothing." Scattered, she turned to walk out the door and ran right into Greg.