Hey, This one might be a bit short, or it might not, I'm really not a good judge of this kind of thing. On the bright side: GREG IS IN THIS ONE!
They walked into the break room to find Brass and Russell conversing in hushed tones. Russell looked up as the three women entered the room. He didn't miss noticing that Cat's eyes were slightly puffy and red. He looked her in the eye.
"Any news from Greg?" He asked.
"No, why?" She retorted. Showing that, even after a moment of what she called weakness, she still had a sharp tongue.
"Just wondering, because you know him the best." He said. "He might reach out to you."
"I haven't been contacted by him and I haven't spoken to him since yesterday." She said truthfully.
"I see." Russell nodded in understanding, seeing the loopholes, and knowing she would tell when she thought it was safe. At that moment, Morgan's cell phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it said Cat was calling her.
"Excuse me." She said, leaving the room.
"Hello?" She answered the call. No one responded.
"Stanford?" She tried again. She heard a sigh on the other end.
"Morgan." Greg breathed her name in relief, knowing that if the phone was tapped, she wouldn't use his nickname.
"Greg, oh my God, I was so worried about you when I saw that you had left." She said in just one breath.
"Don't worry about me. I can handle this." He said with a slight chuckle.
"Just tell me what you need. Anything, it's yours." She said desperate to hear him speak again.
"I just need to talk." He said. "I didn't do anything wrong"
"I know. We're working on proving that though, I promise."
"I've been running from people all day. Cops, security guards, cameras, I'm just so tired, and I feel so alone right now." It broke her heart to hear him sound this desperate.
"Where are you?" She asked.
"You know I can't tell you."
"Then let's meet."
"Where?"
"My place? Twenty minutes?" She asked.
"Sounds great." He said softly. "See you then." She heard the phone click off and hung up herself.
"Hey Russell," She said going back into the room. "I'm exhausted, I'm gonna head home and get a few hours of sleep, okay?" He nodded.
"Get some good sleep." He turned back to Brass and continued talking. Cat caught up with her as Morgan reached her car.
"That was Greg, wasn't it?" She asked.
"Yes." Morgan said, having no desire to lie to her about her brother.
"Take good care of him, will you?" Cat gave a small smile, her green eyes shining with mischief.
"Always." Morgan smiled back. She got into her car and drove off.
Twenty minutes later, Morgan was pacing her apartment, checking her watch every ten seconds. She was about to give up on him, thinking he might have decide to lay a false trail because he thought the phone had been wired, when a knock sounded at her door. She rushed over and opened the door to a very jittery, nervous wreck of a man. He was constantly looking over his shoulder, and his hands were shaking like crazy. His chocolate brown eyes, that were now blue for some reason, darted every which way.
"Greg." She said his name as a million different feelings flooded her brain.
"Morgan." He smiled, but it wasn't his normal smile. It wasn't filled with happiness or mischief or even nervousness. No, this one was filled with shaky fear. It was a smile that was just meant to cover up the fact that he was terrified. She stepped aside and he stepped in. She closed the door and saw he relaxed a little bit, now that he wasn't out in the open.
His light brown hair that was generally straight and spiked up slightly to make a kind of faux-hawk, was instead bleached-blond and curly. He was wearing a faded and ripped pair of jeans and an old tye-dyed t-shirt with a battered army jacket to complete the homeless look. He also had an old baseball cap, but he wasn't wearing it at the time. She also saw that he had a few tattoos on his arms. In the crook of his left elbow, he had four skittles; on his left forearm he had a saying in a fancy script; and in the crook of his right elbow he had a date- 6/16.
She took his jacket from his hands and laid it on a chair. She looked up into his face one more time before throwing her arms around his neck.
"Oh my God, Greg." She said into his neck. He said nothing, but pulled her closer to him.
"Thank God you're okay." She said.
"I shouldn't stay long," He said. "You could-"
"Don't you worry about me. You are safe here." She said. "That's all there is to it."
"But-"
"No." She said firmly. She realized that she still had her arms around his neck. She moved to pull them back to her side, but, before she could, she felt his lips pressed firmly against hers. He pulled her body as close to his as possible. She felt his big warm hands on her back as she leaned against him. She arched her back as he kissed her neck and jaw line. He rested his hands on her hips as they both came up for air.
"Sorry." He said.
"For what?" She shot back.
"Kissing you." He said, blushing slightly. "I just figured that since I'll either be dead or in jail by the end of the week I should do that now while I still can." She laughed.
"Oh, don't worry; we have plenty more time, because I won't let you go to jail."
"Morgan-" He started, looking worried again.
"No." She said again. She kissed him again and pulled him towards her bedroom. They fell onto the bed together and she rolled on top of him.
"You look exhausted." She said, noticing the dark circles under his eyes.
"You would too if you hadn't slept for fear of being shot in your sleep." He sighed.
"Well, you're laying on a bed right now, so go to sleep." She told him. She moved to get up, but he pulled her back down beside him.
"Not without you." He smiled. He pulled her close and she laid her head on his chest, enjoying his warmth. She listened to his breathing and smiled to herself as she heard it grow softer and slower as he drifted off. She pressed her face against his shirt and slipped into a blissful slumber.
TBC and yes Greg will be in the next chapter too. This was kind of his breakthrough chapter, where he will be in most of them until the end.
I'll try to get the next one up soon!