Hey! Just a quick note, before you start reading. The story it's narrated by Morgan. Every time that she says He or Him, she is referring to Greg. You'll understand later. Enjoy!

Morgan's POV:

I can´t sleep. I can't eat. I can't talk. Damn, I barely can breathe! Not since that day. Not since…not since…He went missing…

FIVE MONTHS EARLIER:

"Are you crazy?"-I asked with a giggle.

"You know I am."-He responded me as He kissed me.

By that time, we were dating about a month. And let me tell you, it was an amazing month. I was so in love. Well, I still am, but in that day...in that month…every time I was with Him, I felt like a teen again.

When we started dating, we decided that we wanted to keep our relationship just to ourselves. I guess, we were just afraid...we didn't want to the others to intrude in our relationship. But, one day after shift, Hodges caught us kissing in the locker room, and how it's obvious in the day after, everyone knew about it. All people around us were okay with it, even my father. Of course, he wasn't too happy with the idea of me dating Sanders-as he called Him-but, my dad knew that He made me happy, so, eventually, he accepted.

"Greg, stop it. The elevator door will open any time soon!"-I explained with a serious look and a teen smile.

"I can't solve that."-And with that, He walked backward and stopped the elevator.-"See?"

I smiled at Him, walked towards Him, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.

"I love you."-It was the first time that I admitted. I finally felt save, again. He made me felt save. He makes me feel save. In that moment, I knew He was the one.

"I love you too, Morgan."-We shared a kiss. Not a normal one, no. Every time we kissed I felt something burning inside of me, but this time was different. It felt, like the first kiss of something new, of something good and real.

"Now open the elevator, 'cause I don't like closed spaces."-I begged.

He just started to laugh. Grabbed my cheeks and kissed me, with a smile on His perfect face.

"As long as you are with me, you are saved."-He added.

I just gave Him a warm smile.-"I know, but open it!"- I ordered.

"Okay."-He mumbled with an upset face as He pressed the elevator button again. I smiled widely at him, seeing how He was trying to not to smile. I got close to him putting my hand on His chest and kissed Him. Eventually the elevator door opened.

"Rum Rum."-Someone cleared his throat. We quickly slip and looked at the entrance. My father was standing there, looking at us.

"Dad! Hey."

"Good evening, sir."

"Don't you have a scene? I'll just pretend I didn't saw this."-My dad grunted.

"That was awkward!"-He said when we exited the elevator. Since, we started dating He was acting different, for better, I mean, He was happier, more confident.

We reached the crime scene in 15 minutes. I was the one, who was driving, so how is evident, He spent the all car trip mocking with my driver skill.

Nasty crime scene, I must say. The day had been perfect…but this scene is breaking my heart. I thought.

An old couple and their granddaughter. I was told that the wife, Maria Peterson, was 67 and her husband, Jason, was 68. It appeared to be a robbery that gone bad. The place was practically destroyed, everything with value had been stolen. Mrs. Peterson was lying down on the entrance floor, stabbing marks on her chest and belly. Mr. Peterson was on his office with a bullet in his brain, and stabbing marks on his chest as well. There was blood everywhere, overkill. When I was exiting the office I saw David standing at the entrance of a closet, under the stairs.

"How bad is it?"-I asked almost with a whisper.

David, for a moment didn't say a word, and just looked at me, with a hurt look.

"See for yourself."

I took a deep breath and started walking towards the closet. When I looked inside I saw a four years old girl, with her face deformed due stabbing marks, her arms, and her chest. A tear exited from my left eye as I covered my mouth with my hand.

"Morgan, are you okay?"-He asked me.

I don't know how long I stood there just looking at the girl's body. I had seen cases like this before, where is hard to identify the victim due deformation. But every time that involves a child...is always more...that image stays in our heads...forever.

"No."-I responded, while I wrapped my arms around Him.

"Babe, relax. I'll take the closet. You can stay with the office, okay?"-He proposed. He is so sweet. He always put me in front of Him. He knew that processing the little girl was going to be hard, but He didn't care. He wanted to me to be safe. God...I miss Him so much.

I calmed myself, and went process the office.

Two hours later I had processed the office and the lobby. For two hours I didn't spoke to anyone, I just did my job.

"Greg?"-I screamed looking for Him.

I have to go there.

I entered the closet and didn't saw anything, except blood and His phone on the ground.

"What?"-I whispered.

I looked closer and saw a note near the phone.

Karma is a bitch.

"GREG!"-I screamed again. I quickly run outside and started to ask the cops, if anyone had seen Him.

"No. I thought he was inside with you."

"GREG!"-I screamed one last time before calling Russell.