Mind Games Chapter 8 - One-On-One

AN: If you'll please excuse the lack of updates, I present you with another chapter of Mind Games! I had to set this story aside for a while to work on some of my other fics. I only update the ones that I know people are reading (because they review) so if you want me to keep this one going, please send reviews. I'm not trying to be rude, I just want to know who likes the story.

Also, this chapter was written on a program without spellchecker because my computer kinda imploded. So if you notice any spelling errors, I apologize in advance.

Morgan's POV

"Cam, I'm taking my lunch break," I called.
"Okay," she answered. "Just be back in an hour, please? We're very busy."
"Will do." I grabbed my bag, phone, and keys, and headed out to the parking lot.
Is it weird that I don't own a car, but I drive a purple Harley? Personally, I prefer the bike. It's easier to control, plus it fits into cramped parking spaces. My family doesn't understand it, though, and most of my friends think it's weird.
I wasn't that nervous about the "lunch date" with Sweets and Zack. Sure, I did kind of...like Zack, but it's not like that really made a difference. I was an adult, not a lovesick teenager. No, you're just an emotionally immature college student, I thought, but I pushed it out of my mind. Whatever. This will be fun, I convinced myself, and I flung my bag over my shoulder and started the engine.
When I arrived at the diner, I scanned the parking lot for Sweets' car. It wasn't there. Well that's strange, I thought. He said he'd be early.
I decided to just go in and get us a table. Sweets would be here soon enough. I stepped into the diner and saw Zack already seated towards the back. I smiled and waved, shuffling past the other customers to the back. I slid into the seat across from Zack.
"Hi Zack," I greeted him.
"Hello, Morgan. Dr. Sweets just called me. He's with his girlfriend. Apparently she decided that she could go out to lunch after all."
"Oh," I replied, my smile faltering a little. It would be harder to remain professional without the leader of our "team" here. That is, only if I couldn't stop acting like a teenager. "Well, that's good for her," I commented somewhat lamely.
"Have you ever met her?" Zack asked, clearly trying to start a conversation.
"Sweets' girlfriend? No. But I've heard she's kinda insane." I laughed slightly; Angela hadn't hesitated to explain to me Sweets' tendency to attract seriously annoying women. Which actually makes a lot of sense, when you think about it.
"I've heard that, too."
The waitress came to our table, and we both ordered lunch. I'm not one of those girls who doesn't like to eat in public; I chowed down on my vegan ceasar salad pretty disgustingly.
"Are you a vegetarian?" Zack wondered.
"Yeah, well, kinda. I don't eat meat, but I'm not one of those crazy vegans who won't eat dairy becuase milking is cow abuse or something like that."
"I never understood that philosophy."
"Me either."
We spent the next 30 minutes discussing the case we were currently working on and what it was like living in the loony bin. It was a pretty interesting lunch, considering Sweets deciding to bail on us. When the check came, I thought about offering to pay for both meals, but decided against it. I did, however, offer to drive Zack back to work.
"I could just take the bus," he argued as we left the diner.
"No, it's fine," I said. "I have room for one more."
"What kind of car do you drive?" he asked, following me across the lot.
I pointed to my Harley. "That."
Zack's eyes widened and I snickered. I tossed him my extra helmet. "Ever ridden a motorcycle before?"
"Once or twice," he answered, putting it on.
I put on my own helmet and climbed onto the bike. Zack followed, somewhat more clumsily that I had. I'd ridden with passengers before, but not in a long time, so I was unaccustomed to the extra weight. It took me a moment to get the engine running, and once I did, I took off slowly, Zack's arms around my waist.

Sweets' POV

"Angela," I whispered, standing at her office door.
She looked up, and for the first time in what seemed like years, smiled at me. "Sweets! Come in, sit down."
I took a seat on the couch across from where she was sitting. "How long till they get back?"
"They left about 40 minutes ago, and Cam said no more than an hour, so it won't be long."
"Perfect."
"So what happened?" she asked me, setting down her sketchpad.
"I invited them both to lunch, and I said Daisy was sick and we had to cancel our lunch plans. Today told Zack I was eating lunch with Daisy, since she wasn't sick anymore. I asked if he wanted me to call Morgan and tell her not to come, but he said it would be fine."
Angela's smile was huge. "Awesome! So she did show up?"
"Yeah, as far as I know. You'll have to ask her after they get back. I don't think she likes me very much."
"I iknow/i she doesn't like you very much." I rolled my eyes. "Well, yeah, I'll talk to her." She picked up her sketchpad and kept drawing, obviously not interested in continuing the conversation.
"Alright," I whispered, and left her office.

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