Another story for you Morganders fans! I know I already wrote a story once about Greg dreaming about him and Morgan, but this time it's Morgan's turn to dream! A bit more of a crime story as well, hope you guys like it! :)

Chapter 1 - A dream start

When Morgan woke up and she realized she was in bed all alone, she groaned softly. Not again! The past week she had had the same dream over and over again: that she fell asleep next to Greg and that she woke up in his arms. Waking up in an empty bed after that always annoyed her, but that wasn't all the dream was doing: it made her feel weird around him at work as well. How could she act the same around him after dreaming about him? Strangely enough her attention always seemed to go to his arms most of the time now. What would it be like to be in those arms? He might seem skinny, but she had seen more than once he was definitely strong.

After another few minutes of daydreaming about Greg she got up and took a shower. With a towel wrapped around her she then hesitated in front of her closet, something she did every day. She wanted to look nice at work – for Greg, of course – but she didn't want to overdress. As usual she spent way too much time in front of her closet, so she had to hurry to be at work in time.

In the locker room she immediately ran into Greg. Because it was still hot outside, even though it was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, he was wearing a simple short-sleeved T-shirt, giving Morgan a nice view of his arms. She tried hard not to blush, already thinking about her dream again. Focus, Brody, she warned herself. As casual as possible she just said: "Hey."

He smiled at her. "Hey! Wow… Can I say you look nice tonight or would that make you feel weird?"

She smiled back at him. "No, you can say it."

"Okay: you look nice tonight."

She grinned for a moment, but then turned it into a polite, but amused smile. "Thank you."

After her words he left the locker room, leaving her with a wild beating heart and butterflies in her stomach. At least she hadn't wasted her time in front of the closet! With a happy sigh she leaned against her locker door. Suddenly she realized what she was doing. Again: focus, Brody, she told herself. You're acting like a teenage girl who's madly in love! Truth was she felt a little like a teenage girl who was madly in love – she was head over heels for Greg, but she was still unsure whether or not he felt the same. She knew he had had a crush on her when she first started working at CSI and back then she had often enough heard and seen things that proved to her he liked her, but after that things had become a bit… vague. One day they were obviously just friends, the next day they were flirting, the day after that really close friends, then just colleagues again, a day later they looked like boyfriend and girlfriend before being just friends again the next day… It confused Morgan sometimes, even though she never let Greg know. She knew what she wanted – after all she hadn't been dreaming about him for no reason – but what did he really want?

After their short locker room conversation Morgan went to her office to finish her paperwork on the case she had closed at the end of last night's shift. It had been a simple case, so she had been working alone, something she didn't really mind since she had first dreamed her dream. Working with Greg now would just be too much distraction and working with anyone else made her fear she looked different and would be forced to talk about her dream.

She was still working on her case report when Russell walked in.

"Hey," he greeted her. "Are you available for murder?"

"Well, that depends: who are you trying to kill?" she joked. He grinned at her. "I didn't know I looked that violent!"

He handed her a location on a piece of paper. "Let me put it this way then: are you available to catch a murderer? They found a swollen body in a sewer pipe!"

With smiling eyes Morgan got up from her desk. "Now you're talking! I'll grab my kit and I'll go check it out! Feel like coming? It sounds interesting!"

Russell grinned again. "It sure does! No, I got my own body – sliced up into pieces in a hotel room."

Morgan made a face. "Boring!"

"Yeah, it is, isn't it? But don't worry, you won't have to enjoy the lovely environment of the sewers alone: Greg's already at the scene," Russell told her. She tried to keep a natural face, but inside she was groaning. Why Greg?

"I know it's not the most romantic place for a date, but I'm sure you'll make it work," Russell continued. Morgan faked a smile. "We're not dating, remember?"

"Why do you keep saying that? If you're worried about dating and working together, then stop, cause I won't mind. You two are made for each other!"

Ignoring his words Morgan held up the piece of paper he had handed her. "Sorry, Russell, but I got a swollen body in a sewer pipe waiting for me!"

"Nice excuse!" Russell called after her. Morgan ignored him again and went to get her kit. Why did Russell always have to joke about her and Greg? And why did she have to work with him on this case? Russell probably meant well and a week ago she would have loved going out into the field with Greg, but now she just wanted to keep her distance until the dream had stopped.

After she had gotten her kit, Morgan drove to the location Russell had given her. Of course it wasn't difficult to find the scene as it had been taped off. When she got out of her car, she stared at the scene in surprise. What had happened here? She saw the body of a man stuck in a sewer well, stuck halfway as his body was too big and swollen to enter the real sewer pipe.

"Nice look, huh?" Greg grinned at her. David Philips looked up at him, a little annoyed. "Maybe for you two, because you're not the ones who have to get him out of here!"

Morgan quickly grabbed her kit to get to work. Something this weird always made her want to get started right away.

"What do we know?" she asked Greg.

"Well, he's male," Greg started. "And… that's about it. David's working on an ID, but if it's in his pocket, it might take a while."

David looked up at him again. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Hey, we're not supposed to touch the body until you say it's okay!" Greg reminded him. "And since you haven't asked us for help…"

He winked at Morgan, which immediately made her heart skip a beat. Come on, Brody, focus, remember? She turned her attention to David. "Would you like us to help you, David?"

"Oh, hey, there's an idea!" Clearly annoyed David tried to pull the body out of the well again. Greg quickly rushed over to the well to help him. Butterflies flew wildly through Morgan's stomach as she watched Greg's strong arms at work. Inside she was cursing herself and her body even more. What was happening to her? Couldn't she even focus at a crime scene anymore?

"Yeah, he's moving…" David groaned as the body moved a little.

"Can I… help?" Morgan hesitantly asked. She wasn't quite sure what to do and just looked at the two men trying to get the dead body out of the sewer well. Well, technically she was only looking at one man… Enough, Brody!

"Only if you have a better idea to get him out of there than pull!" David commented. Morgan shook her head, an apologetic look on her face. "No… Sorry!"

"Alright, let's pull again!" Greg said. "One, two… three!"

The two men started pulling again and this time Morgan could clearly see the body was moving. It still took Greg and David another few minutes to fully get him out. Morgan quickly took some photos and then waited for David to check for an ID.

"No wallet," he told her. "I'll try to give you time of death."

While he checked the man's liver temperature, Morgan looked at the man. He was wearing jeans, a white, dirty T-shirt and old sneakers. She had already seen his hair was greasy, like he hadn't washed it in weeks. Was that really so or was it because of what had happened to him?

"I estimate he's been dead about six hours," David interrupted her thoughts. Greg checked his watch. "Six hours? That puts his time of death around six o'clock, when it was still light outside. How come no one saw him until two hours ago? Russell told me the call had come in around ten, but since no one from swing shift was available, they waited for us."

"Well, he could have been killed somewhere else and then placed here when it was dark," Morgan suggested. She looked around. "It doesn't look like a quiet neighborhood, so if he's been here since six, someone definitely would have seen him before ten o'clock."

"Can you tell us anything about the way he was killed?" Greg asked David. The assistant coroner shook his head. "Not right now. I don't see any visible stabbings or gunshot wounds, so I can't really tell you anything right now. I'll take him back and then let you know."

"Good luck taking him back!" Morgan said. "Do you think he'll actually fit in your van? I mean, look at his size! Is he really that swollen up or is he just really this big?"

David checked the man's clothes size.

"Yeah, he's just really this big," he said. "Do you think you could help me get him into the van, Greg?"

"Sure," Greg said. Morgan quickly decided to take more pictures of the scene and then to start collecting evidence so she wouldn't be distracted by Greg's muscles again.

"A lot of candy wrappers, but that's all I can find so far," she told him when he came back. "Maybe they were in the guy's pocket."

"Well, one thing's for sure: he didn't fall into that sewer well," Greg said. "His arms were next to his body, completely stuck, that doesn't happen when you fall in."

"Or try to climb out," Morgan said. She shook her head. "What happened? How does someone end up like this? And who would do something like this?"

"Hey, it's Vegas, people do anything here!" Greg reminded her. Morgan grinned. "Yeah, that's true. Do you think we have any chance of surveillance videos somewhere?"

She had seen a few stores along the road.

"We'll have to come back tomorrow and ask them, maybe someone saw something," Greg said. "But let's first work the rest of the scene."

They spent another full hour at the crime scene, but they couldn't really find anything helpful, not even when they checked down the sewer pipe.

"Don't you ever feel like Russell always gives us these kind of jobs?" Morgan said after she and Greg had both climbed out of the sewer well. Greg grinned. "Yeah, he loves to have us dig through trash indeed! Not that I really mind, I mean – it's not like I have a girlfriend to go home to who will tell me how bad I smell."

"Can I say it?" Morgan innocently asked him.

"Sure. Just remember I'll say it back to you."

Morgan pretended to be offended. "And earlier tonight you said I looked nice!"

"You still look nice, you just don't smell so nice anymore."

Playfully she nudged him with her elbow to which he just smiled at her.

"Why don't you go back to CSI and take a shower?" he suggested. "I'll put the evidence we found in my car and meet you there."

"In the shower?" she frowned. His bright red face made her heart skip a beat again. She tried to smile as she had only meant it as a joke of course, but somehow she couldn't.

"Sure, that's fine," she murmured and then rushed to her car. Damn it, Brody, what is wrong with you? She knew what was wrong with her: she just wanted Greg, just like in her dream.