Sterile walls and the faint smell of bleach greeted her when she woke up. Morgan searched the hospital room, spotting her father standing by the window looking out. She coughed as she sat up. Her dad turned to her.

"Hey," he smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Weak," she answered and then remembered what had happened and why she was there. "Greg!" she bolted up, attempting to get out of the bed.

"Whoa! Hold on there." Her father stopped her. "You need to rest. You have a concussion and a fracture in your ankle. Greg is stable. He's out of surgery and sleeping in the next room."

"He's going to okay?" she asked. Ecklie brushed the hair away from her face.

"He's going to be okay. The bullet had lodged in his thigh but missed all vital veins. He lost a lot of blood and he might have trouble walking for a while, but he's going to live. And so are you." Morgan smiled, relieved. "And Morgan, no more undercover operations. My heart can only take so much."

She laughed as she leaned back against her pillow. A new dose of pain medication started to take effort, serenity washing over her. She closed her eyes and let it carry her off to sleep.


She turned, blocked by something hard, as she try to find a more comfortable position on the bed. She opened her eyes to see what she had struck and was pleasantly surprised to find Greg laying next to her.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty," he said softly, kissing her forehead. His bruises were beginning to fade, but nothing could diminish his smile.

"Greg!" She threw her arm around him. "You're a sight for sore eyes."

He laughed. "I doubt that. I looked in the mirror before coming over here." She snuggled closer to him, breathing him in. "You're beautiful though."

"Well, I try. Got to maintain the status of your prettiest fan." She smirked.

"Never a contest there. Sorry I ruined our first date. I'll try to keep the terror to a minimum on our next one." Morgan laughed.

"Please do, although I wouldn't mind a repeat of the amorous activity," she teased.

"Oh, trust me. There will be plenty of that." He wagged his eyebrows at her.

She kissed him, gently brushing against his bruised lips. "Great. Looking forward to it."


One year later…

Morgan hauled the last of her boxes into the new house. As she set it down, Greg came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"How's the unpacking coming, Mrs. Sanders?" he said, placing soft kisses behind her ear.

"Hmm…I like the sound of that. Say it again." She closed her eyes, relaxing against his touch.

"Mrs. Sanders," he whispered with added dramatic flair, moving his lips down her neck.

"Okay, we have to stop, or we will never get anything done." She pushed off of him as she reached for the box cutter. She cut the tape on the box in front of her and started pulling things out of it. Greg picked up one of the books she laid aside. He stifled a chuckle.

"What?" asked Morgan, studying him out of the corner of her eye as she continued to unpack.

"You ever read this?" He held up the romance novel with the erotic cover Morgan had bought on the night of their first date. Morgan groaned taking it from Greg.

"Nope, not a word. Why would I? I have all the romance I need from you." She grinned and kissed his cheek.

"Damn right you do, Mrs. Sanders." Greg tickled her, enjoying her girlish giggles. Catching her breath, Morgan flipped the book over in her hand.

"Do you think it's too late to return it for a refund?" she asked.

"Probably, but maybe you can do an exchange. I hear there's a sequel to Sin City Secrets coming out next month," Greg smirked. "You know, that book by that clever CSI with the gorgeous wife."

"Oh, yeah? Is that the one with the reveal to the location of Campisi's hidden fortune?" Morgan played along.

"That's the one. Spoiler alert: the money was in an overseas trust the whole time, set up under his illegitimate son's name."

"I still can't get over the irony. This city never cedes to surprise." Morgan turned to face Greg interlocking her fingers at the nape of his neck. "And although I love a good mystery and thriller, I think I have another book in mind that I would like to exchange it for."

"Oh and what's that?" Greg looked down at her smiling.

Morgan's grin grew. "What to Expect When You're Expecting." She bit back a laugh as she watched Greg process the news, his expression going from confusion to shock and then elation. Yep, no romance novel could beat this.