A/N: Hello, CSI Fandom! It's me again. I received several reviews on the first chapter, and since all of them seemed pretty excited about it and not one of them told me to go die in a hole because this pairing was a terrible idea, I've written a second chapter. This one is longer. Enjoy!

It had been several weeks since Morgan had gone down in the helicopter, several days since Greg had had any thoughts about his and Morgan's relationship, and several hours since he'd seen her, but now, as he walked away from Donna Hoppe, his thoughts accidentally strayed to her again. He thought back to when he'd been talking with Catherine, and had used the words "Morgan and I". Morgan and I. He hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but now that he thought about it, he liked the way that it sounded.

Morgan and I… are just friends, Greg thought to himself firmly. Nothing more. He couldn't get caught up in something as ridiculous as an office romance, and especially not with Ecklie's daughter. That screamed bad idea. And even if they did start to date, when they broke up—because they would, they were almost guaranteed to break up—Ecklie would almost certainly come after him, and he'd end up melted from the inside out and at the bottom of Lake Mead inside a week. Morgan, he decided with a slight frown, was off-limits.

Oh, well, he thought with a sigh for what could never be. We're probably better off friends, anyway.

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Morgan Brody, meanwhile, was sitting at the table in the break room, glumly swirling a cup of what might have been chemically similar to coffee. It was funny, though; in her experience, just because the ethers and the chemicals had been mixed together right and it was chemically similar didn't mean that what was in her cup was actually coffee. She'd seen the way Judy Robbins had been shaking, and she'd seen, too, the way Doc Robbins had fretted while his wife was being interrogated by Capitan Brass. But the reason for her rather morose expression right now was what she'd seen, safely hidden behind the glass windows of the interrogation room: Doc Robbins and his wife embracing, talking. She couldn't see what was said, exactly, but she'd seen the love in the embrace. She'd noticed how the doctor had made the extra effort of using both hands to hug his wife, trusting that they would be able to remain standing, even when he probably couldn't move.

Why can't I get a guy like that? she thought to herself, sighing. She'd never had a problem getting a boyfriend—men's eyes followed her everywhere, especially here in Vegas—rather, her problem seemed to lie within finding the right one. She'd had many relationships, but, like the coffee that wasn't coffee that she swilled in her cup, all of them had created artificial feelings, nothing close to what was between Doc Robbins and his wife.

"What was that for?" A voice startled her from her mini pity party, and she looked up. Greg was standing in front of her, eyebrow raised, holding a cup of what smelled like tomato soup.

"Uh, nothing," she said, quickly flashing a smile. "I was just thinking about the Doc."

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing. She nodded.

"Yeah," she said slowly. "Everything's fine now. I was just thinking about how, even after however many years they've been married—"

"Twenty-five," Greg interrupted, sitting down beside her.

"—after twenty-five years, they're still happily married. I mean, you saw their bedroom. They're still getting it on, they're still obviously very happy with each other," she said with a frown. "It's mind-boggling."

She expected him to laugh at her, but to her surprise, he nodded. "I know," he said, setting his cup down. "I didn't really know that sort of relationship existed. I mean, I didn't realize that you could find someone and be happy for twenty-five years."

"Most marriages end in divorce," Morgan said softly, setting down the cup of artificial coffee. "My parents' did. I guess I always figured I'd end up like them."

Greg gave a short, almost forced laugh. "Don't be ridiculous," he said reassuringly. "You'll find someone."

"Ha!" Morgan snorted. "Yeah, I just bet. I find a nice guy, we get together, start dating, maybe move in, I tell him what I do for a living, and everything goes to hell, just like that."

"Just like that, huh?" Greg asked with a small smile.

"That's how it worked before, that's how it'll work now, that's how it'll work forever," she said with a grim smile. She froze. "I don't know why I'm telling you this," she admitted.

"Hey, don't worry about it, Brody," Greg said. "That's what friends are for."

"Friends?" Morgan asked.

"Well, we're not enemies, are we?" Greg asked innocently. Morgan laughed.

"No, we're not," she said. She checked her watch and stood up, stretching.

"Well, friend," she said with a smile, "Shift ended two hours ago. Want to buy me breakfast?"

Greg gave her a half-smile and stood up. "I'd love to."

A/N: Hello, me again. I hope you enjoyed it. I have a third chapter floating lazily about in my head, I'll write it eventually. Since I'm the first one to write for this pairing and I've yet to see someone on other sites give these two a name, I decided on Grody. However, if any of you have different information and they have been named already, let me know. If not, I'm pretty sure since I did it first, I get to name them, and then Grody it is. No need to thank me, it took two minutes and process of elimination to do it. Cheers!