AN: Set a little after CSI Down, no spoilers that I can think of. I wrote this for my friend who is a fellow Morganders fan, although she calls it Grody.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own CSI, if I did Greg would have asked Morgan out a long time ago.

This is my first fanfiction ever. Please review xxx

Morgan POV:

I sighed softly as I swirled the dregs of my mud coloured coffee around the bottom of my cup staring into its murky depths. I knew I must look like an idiot, sitting alone in the break room looking at coffee. But I didn't really care; I haven't slept properly in weeks, not from lack of trying. I just didn't have time and now that all the coffee was gone I was feeling the fatigue wash over me. I glanced wistfully at the empty coffee pot wishing that it could magically refill. I sighed again, more audibly as I realized that it couldn't and stifled a yawn.

"Morgan?"

I jumped out of my skin and spilled the reminder of my coffee on the table as I looked around wildly for a culprit. It was Greg, his chocolate brown eyes infused with concern and worry.

"Morgan, are you okay?" He asked slightly tentatively.

My eyes widened slightly and my cheeks darkened when I realized I had been staring at him not really paying attention to what he asked me.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat the question?" I asked my pale eyes not leaving his but still feeling my face burn.

"Okay…" He replied looking confused and more worried, "Are you feeling alright? Do you want me to drive you home?"

"No I'm fine." I lied easily "I don't need you to drive me home. Did you want something or did you just want to make me jump?" I snapped before I could stop myself.

I looked intently at him stifling another yawn. His expression was one of concern and, no it couldn't be, I was just imagining the other expression. But it was defiantly there; maybe he does feel the same way I do. I heard about him yelling at Samantha when my dad questioned me about my non-existent relationship with him. Russell seems to think that there is something between us too. But if wasn't me being obvious maybe it was him, maybe he did like me. Maybe I noticed but didn't want my hopes to be crushed so I subconsciously hid it from myself, if that makes any sense. I sat contemplating this until he pulled me out of my reverie by saying,

"Umm yeah. Russell has a scene for us in a small house on the edge of the desert, a woman was found beaten to death when a neighbour went to return a screwdriver. The husband shot himself when the police arrived so Brass told me we could be there a while." He still looked worried but I gave him a look that clearly said 'drop it' and he did.

I slowly got out of the chair I had been occupying for the best part of an hour, decided I would clear up the coffee when I got back, put my coffee cup in the over flowing bin and walked over to Greg. He still hadn't moved. "I'm driving" I told him as I walked past him to my car.

The car journey started off silently. But I did feel bad for snapping at him earlier so after a while I said "Hey Greg, about earlier…. I'm sorry for snapping at you. I haven't been sleeping too well lately and I know that's no excuse but lack of sleep makes me short tempered." I was about to carry on my speech when he cut across me

"It's okay Morgan, you don't need to apologise. I understand and I'm sorry for making you jump so badly that you spilled your coffee." He replied and out of the corner of my eye I saw him gazing at me with a small grin on his face, I couldn't help myself and I grinned back.

"That's okay; lack of sleep also makes me jittery. Some of the only things I inherit from my father are things I wish I could live without." I said my grin increasing,

"Yeah Ecklie does have a short temper I remember when he used to be supervisor of the day shift he would kick me out of my lab if I over ran so the day shift DNA tech could work." He replied "Wow Ecklie sure has come a long way in such a short amount of time, it makes me feel old to think that I knew the sheriff when he was just the supervisor of the day shift" He said thoughtfully.

"You're not that old Greg, you must be in your early to mid-thirties." I replied reasonably.

At this he chuckled making my heat race. "That's very flattering Morgan, but I'm almost thirty-eight. It's my birthday on the 5th of May."

I gasped

"Really?!" I asked incredulously, I thought he was only a year or two older than me but he was almost five. "You really don't look it." I said meaning every word." Who on the team is younger than you?" I asked curiously.

He gave me another heart stopping smile before replying "Just you." It wasn't what he said it was the way that he said it that made me melt inside. (I hope he couldn't tell.)

"Damn I hate being the youngest," I said pouting.

Greg laughed causing me to shiver as jolts of electricity shot up my spine. A movement that was not missed by him.

"Are you cold Morgan? Do you want my jacket?"

I smiled, he was a real gentleman. "No thanks I'll be fine." I glanced over at him catching him looking wistfully at me. He quickly looked away blushing slightly.

I quickly changed the topic "Why did you laugh at me a minute ago?" I asked looking quickly at him again.

"Oh, it was just the way you said it and pouted, you hate being the youngest but you acted like my cousin on her sixth birthday when she found out she was the youngest cousin I have. Well at the time anyway." He replied smiling brightly again and I smiled back feeling more relaxed than I had in a long time.

The rest of the way was in a comfortable silence only broken by my hammering heart every time I stole a glance in his direction.