"How did this happen?" Morgan felt herself beginning to hyperventilate as she sat on Greg's bed rummaging through the spread out photos commemorating the wedding they couldn't remember.

"Are you looking for another answer besides alcohol?" Greg asked, sarcasm coating his words. He ran his hands through his hair as he paced the bedroom floor.

"Hey, don't take that tone with me. This little mistake was a joint effort." Morgan reached out grabbing at Greg. She took his arm and dragged him back to the bed. "We're in this together. For better or worse. In sickness and in health. And however else the rest of it goes."

Greg fell back against the mattress. "You forgot until death parts us, which will be really soon once your dad finds out." He let out a groan. "This is such a mess." He glanced over at Morgan who looked to be on the verge of tears. "God, Morgan, I'm sorry. I'm being such an ass."

"Yeah, well, there are worse things in the world than waking up and finding out you're married to me. At least, I hope there is," she gave a half-hearted laugh as she wiped away a tear.

Greg sat up and pulled Morgan down into his arms as they laid back together. "Baby, I love you." He stroked her hair. "I'm handling this all wrong. You know, having you as my wife has kind of been a fantasy of mine."

"Really?" she sniffled.

"Yeah, it's kind of hot. I just hate that we missed everything. I know it sounds corny, but I was looking forward to proposing and watching your reaction. And of course, the hot sex afterwards," Greg went on, as Morgan smiled giving him a gentle shove.

"Well, I'm not going to lie. These aren't exactly the kind of wedding pictures I want to frame or actually show people." She held up one such photo where both their eyes were closed and their clothes disheveled. "So where do we go from here?" she asked.

"I don't know, but I'm leaning towards the hot sex." Greg kissed her cheek.

"You know what I mean." She pulled away climbing off the bed. "Do we stay married? Do we tell people? How do we move forward?"

"I don't know. I just don't know," he answered, staring up at the ceiling.


"Hey boss," one of the CSI under Greg's supervision, a guy named Miles, clapped him on the back as he stood in the break room waiting on his coffee. "I hear congratulations are in order." Greg turned to him wide eyed.

"What? Why?" he stumbled over his words, feeling the sweat beginning to bead at his brow.

"You caught the serial rapist we've been chasing for six months," Miles said grabbing a donut from the tray next to the coffee maker.

"Right. Thanks," Greg said pouring his cup of coffee. The three other CSIs working under Greg strolled into the break room bringing their energy with them as they joked with each other and grabbed a quick breakfast. Greg turned to face them. There were two women, Rosalyn who was thin middle aged newbie still learning the ropes of her new career and Amy, a brunette three year veteran working on her level two status. Adam, a man in his late twenties who was new to the Vegas crime lab, rounded out the team.

"Hey Sanders, talk around the lab has it that you were mighty friendly with the sheriff's daughter yesterday. Anything you want to share with the team?" Rosalyn was anything but shy when it came to her new boss. Greg glared at her not answering.

"Okay, who's ready for today's assignments?" he said trying to stay professional.

Adam turned to Rosalyn, ignoring Greg. "Is that CSI Brody? Because, damn, she's hot."

"Enough!" Greg slammed his coffee cup on the table, catching everyone off guard. "We're here to work, not gossip. I'll put you on desk duty if you'd rather do that. Here's what we've got: Rosalyn and Miles, you have a DB in the park near the university; Amy, you have an assault out in Henderson; and Adam, you're with me. We have a murder in the alley behind the Planet Hollywood casino." He passed out the case files.

"Definitely something going on there if it makes the bossman act like that," Amy said almost under her breath as she took the file. Rosalyn laughed and they all filed out of the room with Adam waiting by the door for Greg.

Adam grinned as Greg made his way to him. "So, seriously, are you hitting that?"

"Adam, shut up," Greg said as they walked down the hall.

"Sanders!" the all too familiar voice shouted out behind them. Greg closed his eyes, sending up a silent prayer before turning around.

"Yes, Conrad. Do you need me for something?" Greg asked nonchalantly.

"In my office now!" came the response. Greg turned back to Adam.

"You better get started without me. This could take awhile," he told him.

Adam smirked. "Good luck. I'm rooting for you. She's seriously hot, man." Greg sighed and followed Ecklie into the sheriff's office.


"Alright, mind explaining to me what that little performance you put on yesterday with my daughter was?" Ecklie asked, arms crossed leaning against his desk as he waited.

"Fine, Conrad. We're dating. Are you happy? We are both consenting adults. We're allowed to date. And yes, we should have told you and probably not had that much to drink. We definitely shouldn't have had that much to drink. But, there it is, so what else do you want from me?" Greg ranted, the exhaustion and stress of the past twenty four hours wearing on him.

Ecklie moved closer to Greg, sizing him up. "I expect honesty. I expect to be able to trust my employees, especially my supervisors, to come to me with all important matters, professional and personal. Can I expect that from you or did I make a mistake promoting you?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Greg looked him in the eye, not backing down. "You're right, sir. You should be able to trust me. I should come to you with all important matters. We're family now, after all." Ecklie's face flashed confusion. "So here it is," Greg continued, taking a deep breath, "I married Morgan last night in some quickie Vegas wedding while we were both drunk."

Ecklie grabbed Greg by the collar and shoved him up against the wall. "You did what?!" he yelled, calling attention from the people passing by in the hall. Greg felt his body tense as he tried to push Ecklie away. A detective and a couple of cops maneuvered through the gathering crowd to pull Greg and Ecklie off of each other, restraining them.

"That's right. I'm your son-in-law, and since we're talking about important matters, here's the most important thing that you need to know: I love her. I will always love her, so you just need to accept that and back off." Greg broke free and stormed out of the room leaving Ecklie staring at him, stunned.


After his shift, Greg came home exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep off the nightmare of a day and what was left of his massive hangover, but when he walked through the door and heard the tv playing in the other room, he knew his plans had changed.

He hesitated before entering the living room where the sound of the tv blared. He and Morgan didn't leave on the best terms that morning with him hedging on what to do about their future. Damn it! How could he have screwed everything up in one night? A night he still couldn't remember.

"Morgan?" he asked as he approached the room. "Look, baby, I'm sorry about earlier. Let me make it up to-" He stopped when he found Nick sitting on the couch.

"I can't say I wasn't hurt, man. But apology accepted." Nick shot him a smirk. "Sugar," he added puckering his lips before laughing.

"What are you doing here? Where's Morgan?" Greg asked looking around the room.

"She let me in on her way out. She did not seem happy, man. Oh, I found this on your doorstep." Nick held up a package from a place called The Chapel of Love. "I have to say it's pretty entertaining." He motioned towards the tv where Greg saw himself on the screen standing next to Morgan, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Shit! How long have you been watching this?" Greg lowered himself next to Nick on the couch.

"Oh, this is my third viewing and it gets better every time. Although, I can't believe you picked the cab driver to be your best man over me," Nick said leaning back and kicking his feet up on the coffee table. "You could have at least invited us."

"God, is the room spinning or is it just me?" Greg buried his face in his hands. "How did you find out? Who else knows?"

"Well, I would say just about everyone at the lab after your blow up with Ecklie. I can't believe I missed that too. Sara texted me, and then I found this." He pointed to the screen. "Congratulations man." He nudged Greg on the shoulder.

"Yeah, thanks, except I'm pretty sure I'll be getting a divorce soon." Greg slumped back against the cushion.

"Why? Y'all are the perfect awkward couple. Besides, if you do, I'll lose another fifty bucks to Sara, and I can't afford to do that. It ain't cheap to live in California."

"Thanks for making this all about you. I'm kind of in a crisis here. Can you be serious and help me out?" Greg asked.

"Alright, alright. Lay it on me." Nick sat up straighter, focusing on Greg.

"I screwed up. She asked me what I wanted and I couldn't give her an answer, but I freaked, man. This isn't how it was suppose to go."

"So what do you want?" Nick asked.

"Her," Greg said. "I just want to be with her."

"Then tell her that," Nick said. "From the looks of it, I think she feels the same way." He nodded towards the tv where they watched a smiling Morgan pull an intoxicated Greg in for a passionate kiss. Greg smiled looking at his beautiful bride who seemed so happy lost in the captured moment. "When you two work it out, let me know because we have an overdue bachelor party to plan."


Greg knocked on Morgan's apartment door, his heart thumping in his chest. Morgan cracked opened the door, glaring.

"Greg Sanders! What is wrong with you? I have been calling you all night!" She stood in front of him, arms crossed, anger shooting out of her eyes. At that moment, she reminded him of Ecklie, the thought sending a shiver down his spine.

"Sorry, I broke my phone. I got in an altercation with, um, someone at work. My phone was in my back pocket and didn't make it. It's been a long day," Greg answered guiltily, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided her stare.

"You think it's been a long day! Well it's been an even longer night for me. First, I walk into the locker room only to be greeted by catcalls, whistles, and applause, because apparently everyone already heard that we stupidly got hitched the night before. Oh, and then my dad pulls, no drags is more like it, me into his office for an uncomfortable little chat that I was not at all prepared for. Thanks for that.

"Morgan, I'm so sorry. I totally understand why you're mad-" Morgan put her hand to his mouth cutting him off.

"I'm not done yet. Not only did I have to discuss my 'poor choices' with my dad, but he called my mother who in turn called your mother who then together ambushed me on a three way call about how I had deeply disappointed them by depriving them of the chance to see their only children get married. And on top of all of that, I picked the short straw and had to go dump diving for a severed head. And not just any dumpster, but the one outside the Sushi restaurant we go to all the time. Do you have any idea what week-old rotting raw fish mixed with human decomp smells like?" She shuddered, reliving it all.

He grabbed her wrist kissing the hand covering his mouth and pulling her arms down by her side as he made his way through the door. "You're adorable when you're mad," he told her. She narrowed her eyes. "And sort of scary too. Look, I'm sorry about everything. I'm going to make this all up to… wait, did you say you talked to my mom?"

"Greg, why are you here?"she sighed, moving away from him and walking further into the apartment. He followed her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"Morgan, I want to do this right," he whispered in her ear. "Please look at me." She turned around as he knelt down on one knee. "Morgan Brody, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You are what I look forward to everyday. I'm nothing without you. You are my future and I want to be yours. Will you please move in with me and stay my wife?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. "I know it's not much, but you already have the ring."

Morgan laughed as tears streamed down her face. "Yes, of course I will." She fell into him, kissing him as he held her. "Greg, I love you so much."

"So, time to celebrate? Hot sex and all?" he asked moving his kisses lower.

"Funny thing, since you brought up celebrating, um… our mothers are coming to visit next week. They want to throw us the wedding we didn't get to have. You know, plan every little detail. The venue, the dress, the caterer, and everything else. And since I was still kind of mad at you at the time, I might have offered to have them stay at your place. You're okay with that, right?" He groaned burying his face into her shoulder.

"Morgan!" She pulled him to his feet and dragged him towards the bedroom.

"Come on. I'll make it up to you."

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