Greg found Morgan leaning against the passenger side door of the Denali fidgeting with her phone.

"Hey," she said softly when she saw him approaching. "I'm sorry about earlier. That was…well, the thing is I don't want to risk our friendship over one indiscretion. Can we please just go back to the way things were before?"

Greg peered into her gorgeous green eyes. "Sure, I understand." She doesn't want to lose me as a friend, he realized. Only as a friend, of course.

As he climbed into the driver's seat and started the car, Morgan could sense a shift in his mood. He was distant and quiet. In fact, the whole ride to their destination was unbearably silent. This was exactly what she didn't want to happen.

They met with the detective on duty when they arrived. He gave them the details of the case: twenty-something year old male attacked from behind with a large weapon. He flatlined in the ambulance and was being transported to the morgue. Greg and Morgan thanked the detective for the information and then began processing the scene.

It took an hour to collect all the physical evidence and photograph everything. They barely spoke to each other during the investigation. Morgan could feel the awkward tension growing. It was all she could think about as she walked back to the car where Greg was loading everything into the trunk. Not watching where she was going, her foot caught on something and she fell to the ground.

"Morgan, are you okay?" Greg called out to her.

"Yeah," she yelled back as she attempted to stand. She winced in pain as she tried to drag her foot to a position where she could stand. "No," she croaked back weakly, "I'm not." Suddenly, she felt Greg's strong arms around her as he lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. The scent of his cologne drew her in. God, he smelled good.

Greg gently set her on the passenger seat and carefully pulled off her shoe to examine her injury. Her ankle was already starting to swell.

"This doesn't look good. I'm taking you to the emergency room. I'll call Russell and see if he can find someone to meet us there to pick up the evidence and take the case." Morgan nodded. The pain was becoming excruciating. She begin to cry.

"Hey, it's going to be okay." Greg said wiping a tear from her cheek. He moved to the driver's seat and begin the trek to the hospital.

After a little over an hour sitting in the waiting room, Greg heard her familiar voice coming down the hall.

"I'm fine, Dad. Really. I'm just going to take off the remainder of the day and rest. Look I got to go." Morgan hung up her phone and thanked the medical orderly who had wheeled her into the waiting area. Greg walked over to her eyeing the bright green cast.

"So green, huh? Does it glow in the dark?" He teased as he helped her out of the wheelchair and onto her crutches.

"Haha…very funny. It was either this or bright orange." She smiled.

"Seriously, though, how are you feeling?" He gave her a concerned look.

"I'm on a few painkillers. You will be happy to know that I can't drive for a week or two. Other than that, I'm fine."

"Well, I'm taking you home. I already had Finn grab our stuff from the locker room and trade my car for the Denali."

Greg helped Morgan to her room when they arrived at her place. She sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off the one shoe on her good foot.

"Man, I wish I could take a shower." She could still feel the crime scene on her.

"Why can't you? They gave you some covers for your cast and I can help you." Greg volunteered. "It's not like I haven't already seen you naked." He smirked.

"Hey! I thought we were going to forget about that," Morgan laughed; her cheeks turning red. Greg stopped smiling and looked her straight in the eye.

"Morgan, I can't do that. I can't just forget about what happened between us. And I don't want to. That night meant everything to me. Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to kiss you, to touch you? Yeah, I know we crossed a line. But you have no idea how long I have been staring at that line willing myself to step over it. I can't just go backwards. I can't go back to just being friends, knowing what it feels like to be more than that with you. It would be agony."

Morgan looked down, afraid to let Greg see the tears in her eyes. "But what if it didn't work out? I don't think I can handle losing you. If we broke up, we wouldn't even be friends anymore. I can't lose you."

Greg knelt down next to her and lifted her chin to look at her. "What if it did work? Please just give us a chance. And if for some reason we broke up, I will still be here. I will even let you cry on my shoulder as we talk about what a complete tool I was and how I would regret letting you get away." He smiled. "I'm not going anywhere."

Morgan stared into his beautiful brown eyes. "Okay," she said. "Let's try."

Greg kissed her. "Thank you. I promise it will be worth it."

He helped Morgan undress and prepare for her shower. He stripped down also and turned on the water. Easing her in slowly, he led her under the water. He begin to wash her, kissing every place he cleaned. Their eyes met as the water cascaded down between them. Greg kissed her lips as Morgan took a careful step backwards, pressing her back against the wall. She caressed his back lightly running her fingers over his scars. Greg gently lifted her up as Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Cautiously and tenderly, he made love to her.

Laying in her pjs and Greg in his boxers, they were spread out on the bed. Morgan was asleep on her back, the only comfortable position she could manage. Greg laid propped up next to her watching her sleep. He brushed the hair away from her face all the while contemplating their future and the exciting possibilities it held. Little did he know that danger was also lurking in their not too distant future.