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It was hours later when Morgan woke up in bed she looked around to ajust her eyes to where she was. She rolled over to the opposite side of the bed looking at the time. "Hmm 6 PM, I still have time." After laying in that spot for just a few more minutes, she finally got up heading to the living room in attempt to find her phone. After finding it on the floor next to her heels, she heard the voicemail from Russell asking her to come in as soon as possible. She let out a grunt, heading for the shower to get ready.
After the shower, Morgan stood looking at her appearance in the mirror her eyes find their way down to the top of the dresser and picks the ring up sliding it on her left ring finger as memories of the night before and the last 3 days flooded into her mind. He had taken a whole weekend off. They spent much time together in that weekend.
He would come over to her apartment they would watch movies, have dinner, play card games. She would go over to his house and do the same. It was a weekend of fun. Until last night when they were siting on the couch together and he looked at her. "Let's change things up, let's go out to eat and have some drinks together." She accepted. They were having a good time. She even taught him a few moves at the pool table, which turned out to be a bad idea considering he already knew them. As they were walking down the strip after a night of fun, he grabbed her hand turning her towards him. "Let's get married." It was something that through her off guard. She couldn't decide if it was the alcohol talking or him. She knew she should tell him no and that he was crazy for thinking this. But those words aren't what came out of her mouth. "Greg. We do this and there is no going back. You know that right?"
"Yes I do know. That's why after these past few days of dancing around each other and the feeling I have of being around you. I had to ask. The fact you didn't say no, it means you feel the same. These past few days of us just spending time together. And the way you fell asleep with you head on my shoulder. I just don't want to spend anymore time bearing the feelings I have for you it's just not worth it."
She had a slight tear in her eye. "Me neither."
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes, let's get married."
Morgan shook her head as she snapped back to the present, she looked back up at the mirror with worry of the risks that this could bring written all over her face. She turned around her back against the dresser looking at the bed as another memory from last night surfaced in her head.
They were kissing as he unlocked the door to the apartment. He had already started to remove her shirt as soon as he pushes the door closed. She slid his over his head. They moved closer to the bedroom. Halfway there he picks her up and carries her the rest of the way. He lays her down on the body getting on top of her kissing her lips then moving his mouth along to her neck and down her body towards her stomach. He unbuttons her pants sliding them off of her, leaving her in just a matching black bra and panties. She shifts So she is now on top of him. He runs his hands up her body to roaming in her hair as they kiss. He then unclasps her bra and tosses it to the floor. One hand travels to one of her breasts while the other still in her hair as he keeps kissing her. He quickly turns her over to where he is back on top. Sending kisses down her neck again as he makes his way to her other breast opposite of his hand and kissing and sucking, moving to other side to do the same. After awhile he moves his mouth over her stomach again down to where her panties her getting up slightly he removes them. He quickly finds his way to her clit sucking and licking her for many moments as he can hear her moan his name "Greg... Please... I want you in me now." He removes his pants and boxers as he thrusts into her and they become one as he kisses her lips. The both release at the same time from exhaustion as he collapses beside her. They both fall into a deep sleep.
Morgan leaves the bedroom. Not being able to handle it anymore from the feelings she is having. Grabbing her purse and keys she gets in the car to head toward work. Instead of turning right at the light, she goes straight. A route she hadn't taken in the past week.
Catherine went to the locker-room. "Sara, we have to go to the autopsy." She said to the brunette woman who sat on the bench and looked into her locker.
"Yeah, I will meet you there in 10 minutes. I still need to get something." Sara replied.
Catherine walked into the room. "Are you alright?"
Sara looked at the older woman. "Yes, of course."
"I know that something is wrong. What is it?" The blond woman sat down next to her and when Sara didn't answer she continued: "Is it because of my marriage with Gil?"
Sara shook her head. "No, of course not. I'm actually very happy for both of you." She looked into her locker again. "You two always had a great friendship. I wish you two only the best." Sara smiled slightly.
Catherine smiles too. "Thank you, Sara." There was silence for a few minutes. "So you're not mad or anything?"
Sara looked at Catherine again. "No, I'm good. I actually found someone else." She smiled and looked down. "I knew I should move on because when it's over it's over, right?"
Catherine nodded. "Yeah." Now it was her turn to look into Sara's locker. "Nick?" she asked when she saw a picture of her former co-worker, Nick Stokes.
Sara looked at the picture too and smiled without wanting to. "He moved to San Diego to be the lab director."
"I know. I'm proud of him."
"Me too."
Catherine saw another picture in Sara's locker and took it. "Is it Nick? Your new boyfriend?"
"Yes, he is." Sara told the blond woman and looked at the picture of her and Nick on the beach of San Diego. "I hope our relationship won't be destroyed by the distance. My last long You wedistance relationship didn't work that good."
Catherine looked up to watch the woman who sat next to her. "Sara…"
"He has a job there. I could work there as a CSI." She took the picture into her hand again. "I don't know if I should go there."
Catherine took Sara's hand into hers. "Take your time to think about it. But I think it would be good to start new." Sara slowly nodded. "Think about it. It's good chance."
"I will." Sara smiled at Catherine.
"CSI Sidle. Special Agent Willows." Greg said from the door and grimed. "We have to see Dr. Robbins."
Sara placed the picture back into her locker and closed it while Catherine walked to the door. "Then let's go, CSI Sanders." Catherine said and laughed.
Greg laughed too. "I think special agent Catherine Willows sounds great. I finally have a friend from the FBI."
Sara smiled while she watched her two friends leaving the room. She laid her hand on her stomach and thought about what Catherine said. After a few seconds she followed Catherine and Greg.
Morgan walked into the semi dark room, taking a seat in the chair beside the bed, she slowly grabbed the petite woman's hand in her own. After a few moments of just sitting there. "We are here for you, all of us. Never doubt that. I'm sorry I haven't came by in a while. Work has been not so much fun without you. You have to open your eyes and come back, give us all something to believe in again. We can't do this job with you, please." Morgan took a breath before continuing, "Russell has changed so much. He isn't the same anymore. We all know its because he misses you. But then again we have all changed. Not a day goes by when your name doesn't come up. We miss you so much." Morgan paused for a few minutes, just sitting there watching her friend. Looking down at her hand still comfortably holding Finn's she felt the need to tell her, even if she didn't hear. "I married him Finn. I don't know what I was thinking. Or even if I was, I followed my heart and not my head. You have to wake up and tell me what to do, because I have no idea how to handle this."
After no response at all after a couple more minutes of sitting there watching her, Morgan sat up straight, she squeezed her friend's hand one last time before getting up to head out of the room. As she got to the door about to exit, she heard the voice very low but clear "Do you love him, Morgan?"