Thanks for all the reviews again! Here's the next chapter, a little longer than the others, but I didn't really want to turn it into two parts... Hope you guys like it! :)

When Greg came home after a pretty regular shift, he found Morgan sitting on the couch, reading through the brochures doctor Martins had given them. The first thing she said when she saw him, even before greeting him, was: "You are going to join me for these parenting classes, right?"

Greg frowned, not understanding why she even asked. Didn't she know how much he wanted to be there for her?

"Sorry," she said when she saw the look on his face. "I think I'm just having my very first mood swing…"

"Can I say I'm not going to be a fan of those?" he carefully asked. She smiled at him. "Join the club! You know what it is? I couldn't sleep anymore, so I went online and I found this page where pregnant women could share their experiences. Almost every single woman complained that their husband didn't want to join them for parenting classes. They did in the end, but not after a huge fight about it. Reading all those stories kinda freaked me out, I guess… I mean, why wouldn't those men say 'yes' right away, just like you?"

"Well, that's the difference between all those men and me," Greg said, sitting down next to her and putting his arm around her. "We aren't married, so you can never complain that your husband won't join you."

She leaned back into his arms and looked at him. "You think we should?"

"What?"

"Get married."

If it had been the first time she had brought it up, her words probably would have shocked him a little, but since they had talked about it a few times already, he just smiled. "Don't you think we should wait until after the baby is born? If we get married now, people might say we're just doing it because you're pregnant…"

"Yeah, you're probably right…" She sat up again and picked up a brochure from the table. Suddenly, she turned around to look at him. "Isn't that what happened to your grandfather? When your grandmother was pregnant?"

Greg nodded with a grin. "Yes! His parents wanted them to get married before the news about the baby got out, but when they didn't, they were kicked out of the country. Up to this day, he says that it was one of the best things that ever happened to him! Apart from meeting my grandmother, of course…"

Morgan smiled. "We should try to visit them some time… I'd love to meet them!"

"Some time," Greg promised, keeping his promise as vague as possible. Of course he'd love to go and visit his grandparents with Morgan, but planning a trip together with her was still too difficult right now. And by the time the issue wasn't about them taking time off together anymore, Morgan would either be too far along in her pregnancy to travel or the baby would already be born.

"Here…"

Morgan handing him a brochure woke him up from his thoughts. He looked at it and saw it was information about pregnancy swimming.

"It sounds really good," she said with one of her usual smiles when she was excited about something. "They say you can join as soon as you know you're pregnant, even when you're just two or three weeks along, but it's on Wednesdays before shift and right now I don't think I can handle going swimming first and then having to process a crime scene. Hopefully this tired feeling will disappear once I've passed the three months…"

"Didn't you say you couldn't sleep anymore?" he remembered. She gave him a guilty smile and pointed at her computer. "Yeah… Apparently that's quite normal as well, so I have to get used to it… I can't remember feeling like this two weeks ago, when we first thought I could be pregnant. Do you remember?"

"It's probably everything that has happened the past week," Greg said, gently stroking her back. "Finding out you really are pregnant, telling your Mom, seeing the gynecologist, not to mention telling your Dad of course!"

Morgan smiled. "Yeah, I think that's probably the one that's responsible for all of this… Oh, well, we just have to tell Russell tonight and then we're done telling people for hopefully at least five weeks. Or do you want to tell your parents already as well?"

"No," Greg quickly decided. "If I tell them now, my Mom would just get angry at me for telling her before you're twelve weeks along! No, we'll just wait a couple more weeks before we tell her she's going to be a grandmother…"

Later that evening they drove to work, each in their own car. Since Greg had finished his case last night, he could follow Morgan to the breakroom to await his next assignment. Sara was already there, having her first cup of coffee. She pointed to the coffee maker. "If you want some, I just made a fresh pot!"

"Thanks," Greg smiled, helping himself to a cup. He didn't ask Morgan since he knew she had stopped drinking coffee, but Sara of course did.

"No, thank you," Morgan said, hoping her short answer wouldn't raise any questions. Before Sara got the chance to say anything, Morgan had to hide a huge yawn behind her hand. Sara raised her eyebrows. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just didn't sleep very well," Morgan said, which wasn't even a complete lie. She had had to get out of bed three times this morning: twice because she had to go to the bathroom and once because she had felt nauseous.

"That's the second time, isn't it?" Sara remembered. "You left early just a few days ago because you were too tired to work…"

"I just bought a new matrass, I guess I'm not completely used to it yet," Morgan quickly lied. She tried not to look too worried at Greg, but she was hoping he could help her. Luckily, he started a story about how he hadn't been able to sleep for days when he had bought a new bed and then smoothly changed the subject about how he was still convinced the store manager had ripped him off. By the time Russell walked in to give them their assignments, Sara seemed to have forgotten Morgan's tiredness.

"Alright, two cases, you decide who does what," Russell said, handing them the case files. "Double homicide at the Tangiers and a single one in Henderson. What about Ladies Night at the Tangiers? Greg can handle the Henderson case."

He left after nodding at Greg, who started to panic a little on the inside. He wanted to work with Morgan, so no one would notice anything weird about them going into Russell's office together!

"Do I have to go to Henderson all by myself?" he started.

"Afraid you'll get lost?" Sara teased, already flipping through the pages of the Tangiers case file.

"I don't like going to crime scenes alone," he confessed, trying to look a little scared. "You know… the first time I got to go to a crime scene alone, I… well… you know…"

Sara lowered the case file to look at him. He looked back at her until she sighed. "Fine, you go to the Tangiers with Morgan, I'll go to Henderson… all by myself…"

"And then they say men are tougher than women," Morgan grinned at Sara, which caused the brunette to smile. Morgan looked at Greg, still grinning. "I'll meet you at the car, okay? I've already got my kit."

"I'll be right there," Greg promised, knowing her joke was well meant. As he started to make his way over to the locker room, Sara joined him. "You could have just asked, you know."

"Asked what?" he said, looking at her.

"Come on, Greg, you're not that good of an actor! You wanted to go to the Tangiers so you could work with Morgan, not because you're too scared to go to Henderson alone! When are you finally gonna tell her how you feel?"

While he got his kit from his locker, he smiled shyly. "I will… Someday…"

"Yeah, when Santa Claus marries the tooth fairy!" Sara immediately said. "You've liked her ever since she first walked in here! Why won't you tell her?"

She then narrowed her eyes and looked at him. "You aren't already dating, are you? You two were acting so strange the day before yesterday…"

He tried to keep the blood from rushing to his cheeks and tried to sound as calm as possible when he said: "Do you really think we could keep something like that a secret around here?"

"Hmm… Probably not, no," she had to agree with him. "But do us and mostly yourself a favor and finally tell her, okay?"

"Right," he nodded. "When we're standing next to two dead bodies, I'll finally tell her how much I love her. How much more romantic can it get?"

As he left the locker room, he heard her laughing. He didn't feel like laughing himself, though. Sara was way too close to the truth. They'd have to be way more careful around her from now on if they didn't want her to find out about them already.

Keeping the secret turned out to be the hardest thing to do that day: as soon as Morgan saw the crime scene with two dead bodies lying in a huge puddle of blood, she felt so sick she had to leave the room. Of course detective Vartann frowned, but in spite of that, Greg rushed out after Morgan.

"What's wrong with me today?" she sighed with tears in her eyes.

"You're just having a bad day," he tried to comfort her. "Here…"

He handed her his car keys. "Why don't you go and check if I locked the car properly? Then I'll see if it's safe to open a window, maybe that'll help."

"I hope so…" Morgan sighed again before she took the car keys and walked away. Greg took a deep breath before returning to the hotel room to face detective Vartann. He looked at him with his eyebrows raised up high. "Is Morgan okay?"

"Yeah, she's just not feeling all too good, she's had a bad night," Greg told him, seeing no point in lying about it. "Do we have any idea how the killer or killers got in?"

"The door was forced open," detective Vartann immediately answered.

"So there's no harm in opening the window?"

"No, I don't think so."

Relieved, Greg opened the hotel window, hoping that some fresh air would help Morgan get through the processing of the scene without having to throw up. When she came back, she still looked a little pale, but she gave him a little nod to let him know she was going to be okay. The color didn't return to her cheeks, though, until after David had taken the bodies with him to Autopsy.

"Like this, we're not gonna get through five more weeks before we telling everyone," Morgan whispered in Greg's ear while she handed him a piece of evidence that she had bagged. He took it from her and put it in his kit, but he didn't have a comforting answer for her this time.

When they had finally processed the entire hotel room, they went back to CSI and put all the evidence away safely before they made their way over to Russell's office. Now that they had left the crime scene, Morgan seemed to feel a lot better again, even hardly nervous about having to tell their supervisor the news.

"Yeah, sure, come on in," he said after she had asked if she and Greg could talk to him for a second. They sat down opposite of him and waited for him to finish the email he was typing. When he looked at him, Morgan just said, without any introduction: "I'm pregnant."

"Aha…" Russell leaned back in his seat, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. "And I assume that since Greg's here with you, that he is the father?"

"Yeah," Greg admitted with a shy blush on his cheeks.

"Well, I guess I should have seen this coming… How far along are you?"

"A little over seven weeks," Morgan told him. "So we'd appreciate it if you could keep this a secret for a few more weeks…"

"I'll do my best," Russell said with a nod. "But of course I can't hide this from…"

"My Dad already knows," Morgan quickly said. "And he's totally okay with us dating and working together, so that's all fine."

"Good to know… Okay, well, then I guess we'll just have to see how things go. We'll have to see about your maternity leave, about what you're going to do once you can't work in the field anymore… Oh, and I take it you'd like to work with your boyfriend as much as possible as long as it's all still a secret?" Russell looked at Greg with a slightly teasing look in his eyes. Greg decided not to bite.

"That would be great," he just nodded.

"Alright, no problem, we'll work it out," Russell said.

"Oh, and I'll need to change my address," Morgan suddenly remembered. Russell nodded. "I'll send an email to the Administrative Office to have them change your address into Greg's. Or are you moving to a different place together?"

"No, for now my house is fine," Greg quickly said.

"Maybe when there's a second or third?" With another teasing look in his eyes, Russell got up and walked over to Morgan to give her a hug. "Congratulations, I'm very happy for you! And congratulations to you, too, Greg! If you ever need any advice on what not to do as a father, come and see me!"

"I'll remember," Greg grinned, feeling relieved now that they had finally told everyone who needed to know the news.

"Alright, if I have any questions, I'll come and see you and if there's anything I should know, just tell me, I'll keep it a secret," Russell said with another nod. "Okay?"

"Thanks," Morgan said with a smile. "And thanks for being okay with all of this…"

"I guess I was expecting this kind of news sooner or later anyway," Russell admitted. "I'm actually surprised it still took you around two years to get together, actually…"

Both with their cheeks bright red, they left Russell's office and went back to the evidence room.

"I'm glad he's so totally okay with it," Greg said when they had walked in and checked if there was no one around.

"I kinda expected him to be," Morgan confessed. "Didn't you?"

"A little maybe," Greg admitted. "But mostly I was just hoping…"

"You know what I hope?"

"What?"

"That we can forget about telling people, tiredness, mood swings and nausea for a few hours and actually focus on the evidence…"

"Alright…" He took an evidence bag from her and checked it. After reading the label, he looked at her again. "Mostly the nausea, right?"

With a sigh, she smiled. "Only the nausea!"