Hey guys, a new multiple chapter story for you all the enjoy! The story was requested by a Guest who reviewed on another one of my stories, asking if I could do another story where Greg and Morgan would go away together and fall in love, like in Going Dutch. This is what I came up with, hope you like it! :)

Chapter 1

The only light in the dark room was coming from a small lamp next to the man dressed in a fancy black suit. He smiled for a moment before he spoke: "Relax, it's just an investment."

He spoke English, but with a slight French accent.

"It is a lot of money," another man said, speaking with a much stronger French accent than the first man.

"It's just the flight and the hotel, he just has to think he gets the rest," the first man said. "And like I said: it's an investment. We get him out here, thinking he's safe and sound and then…"

The third man in the room nodded. "Il est fini."

The first man smiled. "Exactly. It'll all be over. But remember, I get to kill him, you understand? His death for my brother's!"

He turned to the second man. "I think a one way ticket will be enough. Go, now!"

The second man quickly got up and left the room. Smiling, the first man leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. "Let's wait and see what the sheriff of Las Vegas says to a free trip to Paris…"


"Hey, M, are you busy?"

Morgan looked up from the screen she had been working on and made a face at her Dad. "I'm only trying to find out who killed these five women… All we know is that he's male and has dark hair."

Her father smiled at her. "Well, there's only two of those in Las Vegas, so that should mean you've definitely got a minute to listen to me!"

With a little grin Morgan turned around. "Okay, Dad, what's going on?"

"Well, as you know I often get some extras as sheriff of Las Vegas," her father started. "Tickets to a show, an invitation to the opening of a new restaurant or tickets to a game, those kinds of things. Well, this time I received a really special extra: a seven day trip for two to Paris!"

Morgan's eyes grew larger. "You're going to Paris? That's amazing! I spent six months in Paris when I was in college, you'll love it! Oh, do you know where you should go? The…"

Her father held up his hands to make her stop talking. "I'm not going."

"What?" Morgan stared at him with her mouth open. "How can you not go? It's Paris, you can't just say 'I'm not going', you just can't!"

Her father smiled at the tone of perplexity in her voice. "I wish I could see it that way, M, but it's not that easy. I have a lot of meetings to attend, official business… I just can't make it. But you can."

Morgan fell quiet for a moment before she said: "Wait… You want me to go to Paris instead of you?"

Her father shrugged his shoulders. "If you'd like to go, of course…"

"Yes, yes, yes, of course!" she called out, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you, Dad, this is amazing!"

She gave him a quick hug before she stepped back and frowned. "But, wait: you said the trip was for two… Who's coming with me then?"

"That's up to you," her father said. "You can take anyone you want! The room has two double beds, breakfast and dinner are included, excursions have already been arranged… All you have to do now is choose the person you want to take. Maybe you'd like to take your mother?"

"Morgan, do you have… Oh, hello, sheriff." Sara gave Morgan's father a polite nod before she looked at Morgan again.

"Or maybe you'd like to take Sara," Conrad suggested before smiling at his daughter one last time. "Just let me know, okay? I'll see you later."

Sara watched Conrad leave before she turned to Morgan. "Take me where?"

"Oh…" Morgan quickly told her co-worker about the Paris trip. As soon as she had given Sara all the details, the brunette smiled. "Do you know who you should take? Greg."

Just the mentioning of his name made Morgan blush.

"Greg?" she repeated with a nervous smile. "Why would I take him?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe just because… you've been in love with him for months and you still haven't told him!" Sara called out. "I don't get you two: you're both crazy about each other, but you just won't admit it! Why is it so difficult?"

Morgan shyly shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know…"

Sara nodded. "Well, I do. You're going to find Greg right now and ask him to go to Paris with you. After all, they call Paris the city of romance… If nothing happens between you two there, nothing will ever happen!"

Morgan hesitated. Of course she'd love to spend a week in Paris with Greg, but she knew she was too scared to ask him. What if he'd say 'no'? No, he definitely wouldn't say 'no', she was sure he'd love to spend time away from the rest of the team with her as well.

Why are you even hesitating, Morgan? she asked herself. You know he likes you just as much as you like him – you could even ask him to fly to the moon with you and he'd say 'yes'! Then why won't you ask him?

Sara smiled as she saw Morgan thinking. "It's hard arguing with yourself, isn't it?"

With a shy blush Morgan smiled back. "Yeah, it is… I don't know, Sara, won't he think it's… weird? I mean, dinner and a movie, okay, but a week in Paris? And how do I ask him? I can't just say 'Hey, Greg, wanna spend a week in Paris with me?' He'll think I've gone crazy!"

"No, he won't," Sara grinned. "Just tell him the same way you told me, you'll be fine! And don't worry about Russell not approving of the two of you taking time off together, Nick, Finn and I will all be happy to cover for you two! Just go ask him, please, before you start thinking of more doubts!"

"Okay," Morgan suddenly decided. "I'll go ask him!"

With a stomach filled with nerves she left the lay-out room to find Greg. She found him in the breakroom, where he was just helping himself to a cup of coffee.

"Hey," he greeted her. "Want some as well?"

He held up the coffee pot.

"Eh, no, thanks," she smiled at him. "Eh, Greg, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yeah, sure!" he nodded, smiling as well. "What is it?"

"Eh…" She nodded with her head towards the couch and sat down. He sat down next to her, a questioning look on his face.

"Eh, my Dad just came to see me," she started, a little nervous and slightly stuttering. She told him exactly what her father had told her – that he had been given a seven day trip to Paris for two with breakfast and dinner included, that the room had two double beds and that excursions had been arranged for him.

"He's just can't make it, so he asked me to go instead," she finished off her story.

"Really? That's great!" He smiled at her, a genuinely happy smile. "You love Paris, you told me so much about those six months you spent there, I bet you'll love going back now!"

"Yeah, I do," she nodded with a little smile. "I can't wait, but… Greg… The trip is for two persons…"

She saw his smile disappearing, expecting her to tell him she was taking a boyfriend he didn't know anything about.

"Well, I'm sure you'll have fun with whoever you're taking," he said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

"I hope so," she softly said. She took a deep breath (Come on, Morgan, you can do this!) before she blurted out: "Because I was hoping you'd like to go with me…"

There, she had said it. He immediately looked up at her, a look of total surprise on his face. "Me? You'd like me to go with you? To Paris?"

"Yeah…" she admitted. "If you want to, of course…"

She looked back at him, feeling more than just a little nervous. Please tell me you want to come, she begged him in silence. She was too scared to say anything else, knowing her voice would fail her. Apparently he felt the same as he just stared at her.

"You're serious about this?" he finally asked her. "I mean, we're really talking about a week in Paris, France here, right? Not some new camp side here in Las Vegas?"

She grinned for a moment before she reassured him: "I'm really talking about Paris, France, Europe here, don't worry! So, what do you say, Sanders? You and me… the Eiffel Tower… some French wine… Breakfast with croissants and baguettes… I know what I'd say if I'd get offered a free trip like this! And besides, you get to spend a whole week with me…"

She had added that last bit with a teasing smile on her face, but inside she felt almost nauseous with nerves.

"Hmm… A whole week with just you?" he repeated. "I'll have to think about it then…"

She immediately noticed the teasing sparkle in his eyes. With a pretend annoyed grin she pushed him against his shoulder. "That's mean!"

She tried nudging him, but he quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her a little towards him. "I'm only kidding, Morgan, you know I'd love to be a week alone with you!"

His face turned bright red after his words, making him quickly pull back his hand. "I mean, I…"

She gently put her hand on his arm and waited for him to look at her. "It's okay, Greg, I know what you mean. And just so you know: I didn't ask you to come with me for no reason…"

Had this been the moment? Had they just confessed their feelings for each other? No, his shy and nervous face made her realize her words hadn't been enough to let him believe she really liked him as much as he liked her.

"I'll go tell my Dad I'm taking you," she quickly said, deciding not to push the subject any further now and making him feel even more insecure. He looked up at her with his eyebrows raised up high. "Do you think he'll be okay with you taking me?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "He told me I could take anyone I wanted. I want to take you, he'll have to accept it!"

She sounded very convincing and confident, but when she was standing in her father's office minutes later, she felt her knees trembling slightly and she couldn't help but stutter a little.

"Greg, huh?" her father said. "That's an… interesting choice."

"You said I could take anyone I wanted," she softly said.

"Oh, I'm not saying you can't take him, I'm just saying it's an… interesting choice…"

She just smiled a little as response, not knowing what else to say.

"But, okay, I'll confirm everything, let them know you're coming. I will need a copy of your passport and one of Greg's as well for the online check in, I'll send you your boarding passes through email once I've got them," her father then said. Morgan nodded at him. "Sure, that's fine. Thanks, Dad! And… thanks for letting me go instead!"

"No problem, M," her father smiled. "But aren't you forgetting something?"

Morgan gave him a confused look. Her father grinned at her. "How about thanking me for not commenting on you taking Greg?"

She couldn't hide the blush on her cheeks.

"Yeah," she muttered. "Thanks for that too…"


The man with the strong French accent looked at the man in the black suit. "He's coming."

The man in the black suit slowly exhaled the smoke of his cigarette. "Excellent…"

"He is taking someone," the other man added, a little hesitant.

"Really? Well, he probably doesn't want to waste a free plane ticket!" Grinning, the man threw his cigarette in an ashtray. "It doesn't matter. Whether it's just the sheriff of Las Vegas or him and someone else, neither of them will leave Paris alive!"