Soooo sorry for the late update! This week has been kicking my butt. I hope y'all enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I still don't own CSI…

Chapter 3

When Morgan woke up, the sun was shining bright through her window, and onto her face. She stretched, and let out a yawn. She hadn't slept that good in a while. She hopped out of bed, threw her hair up into a ponytail, put on her sweats and laced up her sneakers. To be honest, she was nervous about tonight, and when she was nervous or stressed, she ran. She loved going for the traditional run, rather than running on some machine in a room with a bunch of other sweaty people and staring at your disgusting self in a mirror. She headed to her favorite park down the street from where she lived. She was in the middle of running her second lap when she saw a guy making his laps towards in the opposite direction of her. Meaning he was basically coming straight for her. Morgan pegged him to be in his late twenties to mid-thirties. He was pretty good-looking too, she had to admit. He had that kind of college look to him, but it was clear he made the look older, somehow. Morgan couldn't place it, and before she knew it, they had bumped into one another.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" he had actually stopped to see if Morgan was alright. Strange since usually when a runner is on a pace, he won't stop for anything.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I've been hit harder than that, trust me." She forced a small smile.

"Oh, um, well, I guess that's good for me, but I'm sorry to hear that…" he ran a hand through his hair.

She forced a laugh, "Yeah, well, better get back on track…" she said, turned and took off running again.

When Morgan arrived home, she took a shower, dressed in a tank top and sweat pants, and grabbed a little something to eat. She had heard the food at the Snake Bite was good, and didn't want to 'ruin her dinner'. That was when she realized it was almost five o'clock and she only had three hours to get ready. She bolted to her room and began digging through her closet.

It's amazing that when one is trying to impress, one simply has nothing to wear… she thought. After trying on about five different outfits, she opted for the thick strap, v-neck black dress that came down about mid-thigh. She put on her black boots that only came up to her ankles, and a black fleece jacket, hoping it wouldn't be too cold out there. She then decided to head into the bathroom where she proceeded to do her hair and make-up. She threw her hair up into a ponytail with some bangs curled at the sides of her face. She then used only a touch of mascara and the cherry red lipstick she had bought for special occasions such as this. She then put in her big silver hoops and took a look at herself in the mirror. Perfect. She smiled. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this excited to be on a 'date.'

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Greg was stressing. What the hell was he going to wear? It had been a while since he had been on a date – longer than he cared to admit. He wondered what Morgan was wearing…He decided to be safe and go with the black dress shirt to which he had the sleeves rolled up, dark jeans, and black shoes. Can't go wrong with this, right? He looked in the mirror and ran his hand through his hair a couple times. That should do it… He looked at the clock. It read 7. Perfect. He grabbed his keys and headed for the door, hoping he wouldn't need a jacket. He headed to the local flower shop, and grabbed a bouquet that he hoped Morgan would like, and then he made his way to her place. It was seven fifty when he finally pulled up to Morgan's door and he was cursing traffic. He rang the doorbell. She opened the door not too long after looking absolutely beautiful. Greg should have bought an oxygen tank.

"What? Too much?" Morgan asked, looking down at herself.

"N-no. You look absolutely amazing." He still hadn't, couldn't remove his eyes from her.

She looked up at him again and smiled, seeing the flowers in his hand, "Are those for me?" she said, pointing at them.

"Um, what? Oh, these, yes, here you go." He handed them to her awkwardly.

She giggled, "Thank you." She took them from him, inviting him in and put them in a vase full of water. She put the vase on the counter. She turned around, "Oh, and by the way, you don't look so bad yourself…" she walked up to him and put her hands around his neck.

For a moment, Greg thought she would kiss him. Scratch that, Greg wished she would kiss him, but instead, she was fixing the back of his collar.

"There," she said when she was finally finished, "And now you look amazing." She narrowed her eyes at him.

Greg smiled, "Are you trying to seduce me?" He had no idea where this newfound confidence had come from, but he liked it. And apparently, so did Morgan.

She smiled right back, "We'll just have to see how the rest of the night plays out, won't we? By the way, we should probably get going…"

"That we shall." He said, and they walked outside. After she locked up, he held his arm out for her and walked her to his car. He opened her door, she got inside, he shut her door and got into his side.

When they finally arrived, the club was packed. It had been forever since Morgan had been to a club/bar. She was so going to kill her friends for leaving her out of this, but she was also grateful to them at the same time since now she was here with Greg.

"I'm going to go grab a drink. You want anything?" he asked, practically screaming over the crowd.

"Yeah, sure, I don't care what though…" she yelled back.

"Okay. Stay here." He said, and started parting his way through the crowd of people.

That's when she saw him - the jogger from this morning. What were the odds that he was here at the same time as she was? He noticed her at the same time, and recognized her immediately. He made his way over.

"Hi…I don't believe I caught your name this morning…" He said, running a hand through his hair again.

"Oh, it's Morgan…and you are?"

"Zack. It's nice seeing you again, and I am really sorry I hit you this morning…"

"Oh, don't worry about it. I wasn't paying attention either…" she replied.

He laughed, "So are you here by yourself?"

Aha, he's finally cutting to the chase…"No, I'm here with a friend of mine…he's just getting us drinks." She started looking for him since it was taking him an awful long time.

"Oh, you mean him?" Zack motioned to Greg, who was kissing some brunette, actually the same brunette Morgan had seen Greg yelling at yesterday in the lobby. That's when it hit her, they were kissing. Morgan could feel tears well in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, but he's not worth your tears." Yes, he is. Suddenly, she felt Zack's hand on her back.

"Get off of me." She grabbed his hand off her and stepped back.

"But, Morgan…"

"No, I don't want you touching me." When she looked over at Greg and Danielle, Morgan saw her slap him. She was infuriated. She knew he didn't want her. How could she be so stupid?

Meanwhile…

Greg went to get drinks. He picked something not too alcoholic, but it had a little. He hoped Morgan could hold her own. He didn't want her drunk in case the night went longer than either of them had planned. Fate, however, had a different plan. When he turned around, Danielle was waiting for him and slightly blocking his view of Morgan.

"Danielle." He practically hissed.

"Aw, did you miss me?" Her hands were now all over him.

"Get off of me, I'm here with someone." She's lucky I have drinks in my hand…

"Oh, really, is it that blonde over there? The one from yesterday?" she pointed directly at Morgan who was talking to some athletic pretty-boy. Greg thought he felt his heart drop. When he looked back at Danielle, she suddenly planted her lips on his. He tried to pull out, but that was no use since she just grabbed his head and held him there.

When he was finally free, and after he caught his breath, he replied, "You know, you shouldn't be here if you're pregnant. And, are you even pregnant? I thought the last time I was with you was over six months ago…it can't be mine if you're not showing…"

She slapped him. She should really stop doing that… "Of course it's yours, Greg! I told you the boyfriend after you and I never slept together!"

"I find that hard to believe." Greg stated, calmly.

When she raised her hand to slap him again, someone caught it mid-air.

Hmmm, who caught Danielle's hand?! I have most if not all of the next chapter written, but I really want more reviews.

Huge thanks to those have reviewed already!