Starting a new story for you guys, hope you'll like it! I do mention some things happening in Season 14, but I'm not sure if I should call them real spoilers or not...
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Chapter 1

It had been a day like any other so far. After he had gotten home, Greg had gone straight to bed, sleeping till three o'clock in the afternoon as usual. He had woken up and he could still remember his dream. It had been about Morgan – as usual. Ever since he had first met her hardly one day had passed without her on his mind. He had immediately liked her when he first saw her and after that, he had slowly fallen deeper and deeper in love with her. Sometimes he thought she liked him as well, but there had also been plenty of moments where he thought she was interested in someone else – Nick, Hodges or even Yeager, that guy from Dayshift.

But now Yeager had switched to the Denver crime lab, Hodges was still not interested in women since his break-up with Elisabetta and since the office Christmas party Greg was convinced Nick felt something for Finn, something Morgan knew as well. He remembered the two of them talking about it yesterday, when there had been computer problems at the lab and they hadn't been able to upload their crime photos yet. It had been a fun conversation, full of smiles and easy, enjoyable moments.

Greg remembered another conversation he had had with Morgan, nearly two years ago already. She had joined him in the breakroom and she had said out loud with that shy smile on her face that he was a hot guy, smart, funny, a total catch… He still remembered those words as if she had said them just yesterday. And he? He had joked around, apologized for walking out later, but then nothing again when she had said those other words he still remembered as if they had been said yesterday: 'The best is yet to come'.

One year, ten months and three weeks had passed since then and he hadn't done anything.

Nothing.

Zilch.

Nada.

It was like those three words had been put on a gigantic neon sign and they were blinking in front of his eyes right now like he was walking down the Strip. He had done absolutely nothing in return! He hadn't said anything to her to show her how he felt, he hadn't asked her out, he hadn't even gotten her his own gift for her birthday last month – he had just written his name on her birthday card and given Sara the money for the present she was going to buy on behalf of all of them.

Suddenly he felt like a total chicken. Maybe she didn't even like him back, but he finally had to do something! Tonight, when he saw her during shift – he knew they'd be working together as they hadn't finished their case from yesterday's shift yet – he would ask her if she wanted to have a drink with him and maybe catch an early movie. And then he'd finally tell her how he felt.

Satisfied with his decision he poured himself a cup of coffee. Then his cellphone went off and he forgot all about his decision for tonight.

On the other side of Vegas Morgan's day had started as usual as well – she had watched TV for a while after shift and made a list for the supermarket before she had gone to bed. She had gotten up earlier than usual, though, as she was planning to finally clean her whole house today.

Funny, she thought as she put the last chair back in its place, spring cleaning – even if it's June already – always makes me think about the past. Maybe not even just spring cleaning, maybe just cleaning in general…

She looked at the photo she had framed over a year ago. It was taken at the LVPD – CSI softball tournament, when she was about to hit. In the back, Greg was cheering for her. She had always loved the photo. Not because she was in it, but because of Greg being in the photo together with her. It was the only photo she had of the two of them together, actually. They had cameras around often enough, but they never ended up in front them. She had tried, of course, asking him to stand still for a second, saying she wanted to test the camera at a crime scene, but she hadn't been able to figure out a way yet how she could test the camera and be in the photo herself at the same time.

Greg, she thought with a sigh as she cleaned the glass of the photo frame. When she thought about the past few years, he was in almost every memory. Losing her job in LA, but moving to Vegas to face her father for the first time in years had led to meeting Greg. Thinking about being in the hijacked helicopter always made her remember how he had run up to her after the police had found her. When her father had been shot, he had been the first to show up at the scene. And when she had gotten shot herself after having been kidnapped he had been the first one next to her side, along with her father.

Thinking back made her realize she had been through a lot since she had moved to Vegas. And not just her, Greg as well. The case with his ex-girlfriend Alison, when he had gone back to the slaughter house all by himself and he had ended up being there with the murderer, the time he had been accused of planting evidence…

And then of course there were a dozen other things they had been through together. Fun things – the chocolate case, which had been their first case together, that he had turned out to be her secret Santa, finding a crucial piece of evidence together – but also less fun things, like digging through trash and finding a body stuffed in a box together. They weren't even such bad memories, she realized. It hadn't been fun of course, but still… She had been together with him and that immediately made it a little more fun!

She looked at the photo again. All those memories in her head made her realize something else. She loved him, she just couldn't put it any other way. And it was about time to finally tell him!

When she arrived at CSI that night, she felt a little nervous. Of course she could just wait for or plan the right moment to tell Greg how she felt, but that wasn't like her. She had made a decision and she wasn't going to waste any more time.

"Hey, Sara, have you seen Greg anywhere?" she asked her co-worker after having checked the usual places.

"No, I haven't seen him yet," Sara confessed. "If you need him, just try his cell."

"Thanks," Morgan smiled at her. Why hadn't she thought about that herself? She quickly dialed Greg's number, which of course was number one on her speed dial. To her surprise, he didn't answer.

"Strange," she muttered to herself. She went to find Russell, hoping he could tell her more.

"No, I haven't seen Greg," he however told her. "He was supposed to work tonight, but he hasn't come in."

"He hasn't?" She started to get worried now. There wouldn't be something wrong, would there?

"He's not answering his cell either," Russell continued. She shook her head. "No, I know, I tried calling him myself."

"And he's still not picking up? Okay, that's not right," Russell said, standing up. "I can imagine him ignoring my call, but yours… You know where he lives, right?"

"Yeah, I…"

"Good. Drive over to his house and see if he's there. Call me once you've been there," Russell ordered her. She immediately wanted to rush outside, but Russell stopped her for a moment. "Please drive safely. If something's wrong with Greg, you're of no help if you get hurt yourself."

"Okay," she quickly nodded. "I'll be careful."

She got her car keys and drove to Greg's house, quickly, but carefully. When she walked up to the front door, she already saw the entire house was dark. She still rang the doorbell, but it didn't surprise her no one answered. She next checked the street. Greg's car was nowhere to be seen. She knew she was supposed to call Russell, but she decided to first talk to his neighbors.

"I saw him earlier," his next-door neighbor remembered. "He took off in his car, rather quickly, I must say. I just figured he got a call out and that he was in a hurry because of that."

"Thank you," Morgan said before grabbing her cell phone to call Russell.

"I'll see if I can track his navigation system," Russell said after she had told him what she had found out. "You best come back here."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

When she was back in Russell's office, he had already managed to figure out where Greg had gone to.

"The airport," he told her.

"The airport?" she repeated. "Why was he going there in such a hurry?"

"I checked with all the airlines: he flew out to LA," Russell knew.

"LA?" she repeated, still not understanding.

"I made a few calls to LAX and I found out he rented a car there," Russell continued. "The person who rented him the car remembered him as Greg told him he didn't need any driving instructions, he knew exactly where he was going…"

She finally understood: "San Gabriel. He was going there, he must be going there!"

"That's what I thought as well," Russell agreed with her. "Listen, Morgan, it's not like Greg to suddenly take off like this. I'm… I'm worried about him. I want you to fly to LA and then drive up to San Gabriel to find him. I could just call the local police stations and hospitals to find out what's going on, but if something is indeed wrong, I want you to be there for him. If something is wrong, he… he'll need you."

Morgan nodded without saying a word. Yeah, if something was wrong she was the only person whose help he would accept.