A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy :D

Chapter 21

1985

"Where were you?" Lisa inquired when Greg took a seat next to her in the cafeteria after class.

"I went to talk to Cory."

"Oh, so it's Cory now?" she snapped.

He leveled her with one of his glares and she backed down. "Lisa..."

"Sorry, it's just. You two looked pretty cozy this morning and I..."

"That surprises you?"

"Yeah. I mean, it shouldn't. Corinne Wallace is older than me..."

"Not by much."

"She's beautiful..." her eyes went wide and Greg could see the imaginary bulb go off over her head. "Corinne...Cory. Oh my God...she's Cory?"

"Finally!" he said as he threw his hands up in amazement.

"Are you still in love with her?"

"I don't know, Lise. I haven't seen her in six years."

"But she's the ex-girlfriend who..."

"I wouldn't necessarily call her an ex, since we never actually broke up. We simply went our separate ways. A long distance relationship would never work with me in school and her being bounced all over the country. Hell, it could easily be another several years before we cross paths again."

"And you want to see if you still feel the same way about her as you did back then? How long did you say you two dated?"

"About a year, give or take. She was my first real girlfriend. You never forget your first."

"Were you a..."

Greg nodded. "And so was she. But that's not important right now. Look, you and I...we could have something. I'm not saying we couldn't. But right now we're just friends. Okay?"

Lisa nodded but he could feel her disappointment and he tried not to let it get to him. They got burgers and fries and then went their separate ways to get ready for the party.

XXX

"Are you sure you don't want to go? I hate showing up to parties by myself where I only know one person." Cory pleaded Star as she preened in the mirror, applying as much make-up as she thought she could get away with.

"I'm hurtin' too bad," Star groaned as she stayed put where she was on her bed. "Besides, I hate being a third wheel."

"You wouldn't be."

"Yeah right," Star sneered. "I saw the looks between you and Greg this morning. First chance you get you'll be all over each other. And where will that leave me? In pain, alone, looking like a loser and getting hit on by some drunken frat boy. No thanks."

"We wouldn't be all over each other. I have a feeling Lisa Cuddy wouldn't take too kindly to me making out with her potential boyfriend."

"They're not dating," Star groaned. "I told you that."

"Doesn't mean she wouldn't be mad." Cory gave herself one last look in the mirror before grabbing her coat. "Do I pass inspection?"

"Yeah you look fine. Have fun. I won't wait up."

"Thanks, Mom," Cory laughed as she grabbed her car keys and left the room.

XXX

"It's almost nine," Lisa observed as she checked her watch. "How uncool is it for the guests of honor not to show up to their own party?"

"I told them about it. Cory said she'll come, but I'm not too sure about Star. They both got a little banged up today."

Lisa's eyes narrowed. "Banged up, how?"

"Star was wearing a bullet-proof vest but the impact of the bullet cracked her rib. And Jim got a few good jabs at Cory. Although she had the upper hand and I doubt he'll ever be able to have kids after that."

"Wait...Jim shot at them?"

"Apparently. Then Cory shot him in the leg and he still took her down. So yeah, they're both looking a little worse for wear. Which is why you didn't see them when Kathy returned. Star's probably drugged to the gills with pain killers."

"Oh, there she is," Lisa said as she skimmed the crowd. Cory was weaving her way through the crowd and she already had a beer in her hand that someone probably gave her when she walked through the front door.

Greg waved at her to catch her attention and she smiled as she finally made it through to them. "Sorry I'm late," she said before taking a long sip of beer. "Blek...not cold enough."

"Glad you could make it," Lisa said with a fake smile that Cory instantly detected.

"Thanks for this, but it wasn't necessary. Just doing a job."

"You probably saved her life."

Cory shrugged. "Anything's possible with that guy."

Greg took a sip of his beer and when he finished, grabbed another. He wasn't drunk yet, but was well on his way. Cory looked amazing, he thought as he watched her talk to Lisa. She wore a button down royal blue sweater, slim black jeans and black boots. Her outfit showed off every curve and he found himself getting horny just knowing what was under those clothes.

"Hey Lisa, wanna dance?" Tim, the head of the house wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Excuse us," Lisa giggled as she allowed him to lead her away.

Greg snickered. Lisa must've been really drunk if she consented to dancing with a guy whose idea of a good time was mooning the guys at the McDonalds drive-thru. But then, they didn't call her "Party pants" for nothing.

"I love this song!" Cory shouted over the crowd as Broken Wings began to play. Someone lowered the lights and turned on a disco ball to set the right mood. The make out fest had begun.

Greg smirked as he reached for Cory's hand. "Come on. You do remember how to dance, don't you?"

"You lead."

They joined the other couples who were dancing close to each other and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Did you get taller?" she giggled.

"Possibly. Did you?"

"I think it's the boots."

Greg pulled her a little closer so she had no choice but to rest her head on his shoulder. "Ahh the memories," he chuckled as his hands slid up and down her back. "You still wear the same perfume."

"And you still wear Old Spice," she whispered. "I have a confession to make."

"Hmm? What's that?"

"I have one of your shirts. I still wear it to bed. And when I went to Florida, I bought some Old Spice and dabbed a bit on my pillow. It was as close to sleeping with you at night as I could get."

Greg looked down at her and smiled. "Wow that's...really strange."

"I was just a kid, go with it," she laughed as he dipped her backwards and brought her back up again.

"You look amazing tonight," he whispered as he gently touched her face. "Even with the cuts and bruises. They give you character."

"Gee, thanks. How's your Mom? Your Dad?"

"Fine. They've moved to Kentucky. Dad's stationed there now."

"I see. Talked to Dave lately?"

"Yeah. We're gonna get together next month. Go camping with a few other guys."

"Ah. Male bonding."

"Yep. Where are you headed next?"

"Back to Quantico. It's still home to me. My parents are still there. Michelle is modelling."

Greg arched an eyebrow. "Serious?"

"Yeah. Some agent saw her at the mall and basically signed her right there. She does fashion shows mostly. Local stuff, but she recently signed a contract for some magazine, I can't remember the name, and she's off to Hawaii next week to shoot the pictures. Pretty cool."

"Yeah that is. But what about you?"

"What about me?"

"You're seeing someone now, aren't you?"

She couldn't lie to Greg, even if she had every intention of doing just that. The man was a human lie detector and he'd know if she did.

"Yeah but..."

"But what?"

"He's just a guy. We work together."

Greg cringed. "Big mistake."

"I know. It's bound for failure. I've been wanting to call it off for months."

"So why haven't you?"

Cory shrugged. "I don't know. I don't want to complicate things. It would just make it awkward to work together. We're part of a team."

"So why isn't he here too?"

"We needed someone to stay at Quantico and Star and I do our best work together. We didn't need him tagging along. He's a good agent, but he's not very effective out in the field. He'd freak if he knew I got hurt today. Even if it was only minor. He'd definitely freak if he knew about you."

"You didn't tell him?"

Cory shrugged. "Casually, way back when we first started dating but that was it."

Greg slid his hands down over her ass and ground his hips against hers. She squealed as he began kissing her neck and then found her mouth. Hot. Feverish. Wanting. It was an amazing kiss. Better than the one they'd shared that afternoon and she felt her body responding the same way.

"Gonna tell him about that?" he whispered, his voice was husky and his eyes were black.

Cory slid her hands up his chest and linked them around his neck. "It's like Star said. What happens in Michigan, stays in Michigan."

XXX

There was a knock on the hotel room door, not once, but twice. It was loud enough to wake Star up from her drug induced sleep. "I'm coming! Keep your shirt on!" she groaned as she slowly made her way through the room to open the door. Standing there was a man she never expected to see.

"Hi Star."

"What are you doing here?"

"I came as soon as I saw Corinne's report. Is she okay? Where is she?" he demanded as he pushed past her into the room.

"Won't you come in?" Star muttered as she closed the door behind him.

"Where's Corinne?"

"She's out."

"Out where?"

"Kathy Long threw a party in our honor."

"Why didn't you go?"

Star gave him a look like he was stupid. "Yeah, I don't think so. I can barely move, let alone shake my booty on the dance floor."

"How long has she been out?"

Star checked her watch. "A couple hours. It's a college party. I don't expect her until morning."

Gary sat down on the couch and made himself comfortable. "I'll wait."

"Suit yourself. I'm going back to bed."

Star shut the bedroom door and then grabbed the phone to page Cory.

XXX

Cory groaned as Greg pulled her into the room. They'd found themselves an empty bedroom with a door that locked. They moved quickly to the bed and he fell onto it just as her pager vibrated in her pocket.

"Is that a pager or are you already having an orgasm?" he snickered when she froze.

"What the...who the hell would be paging me?" She pulled it out of her pocket and checked the display. "It's a 911 from Star. I gotta get this. Hang on." She reached for the phone next to the bed and made a call. When she hung up, she ran her hands over her face.

"What's going on?"

"Apparently Gary heard I was hurt and flew out here to see me. He's at the hotel."

"Bummer. Do you have to go?"

"I don't want to, but..."

Greg began kissing her neck and shoulder immediately, which turned her brain to absolute mush. "So don't," he whispered. His hands began unbuttoning her sweater and when he finished, he pulled it off and placed kisses across her throat and down toward the valley between her breasts. "This bra is in the way."

"Get rid of it..." she breathed. Greg had her bra open and his mouth on her nipple before she'd even finished the sentence. "Oh Jesus...Greg..." she groaned as she buried both her hands in his hair and fell back against the pillows. "I forgot how much I missed this...missed you..."

"I never forgot," he growled as he stopped to pull his shirt off and unbuckle his jeans. He had a raging hard-on that had to be released before he busted a gut. "Still on the pill?"

"Yeah..." she said as she helped him unzip his jeans and then unzipped her own pants. Greg pulled them down her legs along with her underwear.

"Good thing. Cuz I don't think I have any condoms with me."

"We're good," she panted as she pulled him on top of her. "Just fuck me...I need you inside me, Greg. Please..."

His lips crashed against hers and swallowed her moans as he pushed into her. "Oh fuck..." he growled as he slid all the way out and back in all the way to the hilt. It was like he was home and he didn't want to leave.

"Oh Greg...so close...harder...faster..."

Cory's legs wrapped around his waist and locked at the ankles allowing him to get deeper still and it was his undoing. "Cory...oh God...Cory..."

"Greg," her voice was breaking up and when he looked into her face, he saw tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Hey," he whispered as he kissed her face, tasting her hot, salty tears. "It's okay..."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close to her as he came to a shuddering finish.

They lay in bed and held each other for what seemed like an hour, but was really only a few minutes. Neither of them said anything at first, but then she broke the silence.

"I don't know what my problem is. It was like...a flood of emotions washed over me all at once. Every memory of us. Good memories. Not just the sex, either. Everything that was good."

"I felt it too," he whispered as he placed gentle kisses on her cheek and softly stroked her hair.

"I don't know how I'm going to leave here tomorrow, Greg. It was hard enough the last time."

"I don't want you to leave."

"I know. I wish we could stop time."

"Me too. But we can't." He got up and began getting dressed. "Come on, let's finish this somewhere else. I'm not done with you yet."

Cory grinned as she grabbed her sweater off the floor. She could only imagine what he had in mind, and she was looking forward to finding out.

Songs inspired:

Never Surrender – Corey Heart

I wanna know what love is – Foreigner

Too Late for Goodbyes – Julian Lennon

Broken Wings – Mister Mister

Drive - The Cars