Alone With a Killer

Chapter Info: For aviola. sekar: How about if Greg was not to discover if the killer was right behind him and the killer got him. It's up to you on how will it end. Alive or dead. Hmm, alive or dead you say? Lets see how the story goes! ;) Enjoy! There's some Morganders in it by the way!

Why did it have to be him? Out of all the people in the world, he had to be stuck with "special powers," as his Nana Olaf claimed, that connected him to the spiritual world. Why? He didn't want to be sucked into the life of crazy...however this case had been crazy from the beginning. That ghost hunter chick, Carrie, had given him some sort of vibe- and not a good one- since she was convinced he had "a gift." The moment she opened her mouth and questioned as to why he was denying the said gift, he felt shaken ever since. How did she know about it and his grandmother. And it made him question himself whether some things were real or not. As he sat in the locker room, he turned the strange necklace, that Carrie practically forced into his hand, over and continued to stare at it. He felt extremely guilty; he couldn't help feel that it was his fault the girl was dead. Maybe if he just had helped her, she'd still be alive. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and sighed heavily. Morgan must think he's fucking crazy, well because he was, but now she'd never date a freak who believed in ghosts.

But right now he didn't care; he had to solve this case, and he guessed in order to do that he was going to have to use his psychic abilities to reach out to the boys. Standing up and putting the necklace in the locker, he grabbed his jacket and headed for the exit.

"Hey."

He turned around and sighed. Morgan. The woman who doubted his abilities and possibly doubted him. She gave him a confused look.

"Where are you going?"

Greg put on his jacket; he decided, she didn't need to know. "If anybody's looking for me, tell them I had to step out for a little while."

She rolled her eyes. "You're going to the slaughterhouse? I thought we wrapped all that up?"

"Look, the place is about to get torn down. If I don't do this now, I'll never get the chance."

"Greg, what do you expect to find there?"

"I don't know," he replied in an exasperated tone. "Maybe nothing, or maybe I'll be able to reach out to Carrie and with her help, maybe I'll be able to reach out to the boys."

She looked at him in disbelief. "You know how that sounds, right?"

He scoffed. "Yeah...crazy. But it doesn't matter. I have to do this."

Morgan looked at Greg. He looked so determined to do this and the shine in his beautiful brown eyes made her almost give in to believing this type of thing...but it wasn't enough. He stared at her for a moment before turning around to leave. A part of her wanted to tell him to stop and wait so she could go with him; maybe he was right and maybe he wasn't...they'd just have to wait and see. Sighing heavily, she turned and walked down the hallway. She hoped Greg would be okay.

~+CSI+~

When he saw Thomas Pope get out of the car, something was nagging at his gut that the guy seemed sketchy. But he ignored it, because he really wanted to go inside and see what he could get with this "gift" of his.

"Thanks for coming to let me in; I really appreciate it."

"No problem," Pope said with a smirk, pulling out the keys and opening the gate. When the door opened, they both looked inside. "After you."

Greg nodded and headed into the dark abyss, Pope behind him. He pulled out his flashlight and began slowly walking down the long hallways. It was quiet until the man behind him spoke up.

"You know in a couple days, this whole place will be gone...bulldozed to the ground."

Greg just ignored him, his heart racing as he shined his light in every direction. Something felt off, but why couldn't he pinpoint it?

"The building...everything inside," Pope continued. "What...were you hoping to find?" He said, getting closer to Greg.

The blonde sighed. "I don't really know." He was so preoccupied in feeling for Carrie that he didn't notice Thomas pulling out the hammer that he'd concealed underneath his jacket. "Well, but you're here." He continued, moving closer and closer to the CSI. "You must have some idea."

And as soon as Greg started to turn the corner. Pope stepped up and swung, clocking Greg on the back of the head. The CSI immediately dropped, the flashlight slipping from his fingers. He groaned as he hit the ground; the blow to the head didn't completely knock him out and as he rolled onto his back, his skull pounding, he looked up with blurry eyes to see Pope towering over him.

"W-What...the hell...are you d-doing?" He moaned, trying to get up and move away before he was killed.

"I don't want you learning my secret, Mr. CSI. Those two ghost hunters got too close, so they had to die...and now, so do you."

Blood ran down Greg's face as he weakly pushed himself up and towards the wall. But he was trapped and incapacitated. He was going to die. "P-Please...don't. Y-You don't want t-to do this."

Pope looked at him sadly. "I have to...I'm sorry."

Greg put his hand up in defense, but Pope just swung and smashed it, possibly breaking it. He barely had time to cry out before Pope hit him again, this time on the side of his head. Greg blacked out instantly and he knew that it was the last time he'd see the light of day. He never should've come here, he should've just listened to Morgan and stayed away. Now he was going to die and he never got the chance to tell the beautiful blonde woman that he loved her. I'm so sorry, Morgan. I'm sorry.

Once the CSI went limp, Pope wiped his arm across his sweaty face. The kid was a fighter; he had expected him to drop dead on the first hit, but maybe he was just losing his touch. Ditching the bloody hammer on the ground, he pulled on his jacket and then bent down to grab the man's legs. He had to get rid of the body before the cops or anyone else came here. Carelessly, he dragged the body down the hall, leaving a small trail of blood, and threw him into the freezer. That way the body wouldn't stink up the place and be found; the kid deserved it, he couldn't let the CSI figure out his secret. "I'm sorry." With that, he shut the door and turned to leave. No one would find out his secret and no one would find the CSI's dead body.

Meanwhile, Morgan was walking down the hall, back from her break, and she passed Nick and Sara working with the prints to figure out who helped kill those boys and the ghost hunters. And then something on the screen caught her eye. The name on the screen was someone that she heard of before. Her heart started racing as realization began to hit her.

"Who is that?"

"It's Thomas Pope, we found his prints all over Simms' car. Why?" Sara frowned.

"Where's the picture?"

Nick and Sara shared a concerned look before the Texan scrolled down to see the photo I.D. And the gasps from both girls was nothing short of calming.

"What...what is it?" Nick said in concern.

"I know that guy," Sara said. "That's the property manager, I saw him while we were talking to Brass."

Morgan's heart stopped and the realization came at her full force. "And Greg's with him."

"He's what?!" Nick said, fear in his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

All three left the room, intent on getting to their friend before something bad happened to him. They just hoped they weren't too late. Sara pulled out her phone and called the others and back-up while heading out into the parking lot.

"He said that he wanted to see if he...felt something. I don't know if he told you about his "abilities" his grandmother was certain he had." Morgan felt really guilty, she should've went with Greg. She should've believed him. "I told him not to go, but he wouldn't listen. God, this is my fault."

They hopped into the car and Nick started the engine, tearing out of the parking lot and towards the slaughterhouse. "Morgan, it's not your fault; it's no one's fault. We're gonna find him, I promise."

"Before he gets hurt?" She questioned.

Nick didn't answer, he just swallowed thickly and kept his gaze on the road. He didn't know what to say to that, because he wasn't so sure himself. God, Greggo, please be okay. Ten minutes later Nick, Sara and Morgan ran into the slaughterhouse, Brass and the others behind them. Greg hadn't answered anyone of their phone calls and it was starting to scare them. The young CSI had been alone with the killer and no one even knew.

"Greg! Greggo! Can you hear me, bud?" But there was no answer and they were starting to fear the worse. Greg had been alone with a killer for god sake!

"Greg!" Morgan cried out, tears brimming in her eyes. If the man was hurt, she'd never forgive herself. She loved him and she never even got the chance to tell him. They were never gonna have their chance to date. Wiping her face, she pulled herself together as they continued to look for their missing teammate. There were blood trails on the floor, but no one thought anything of it because...well it was a slaughterhouse and a murder scene.

"Thomas Pope, freeze!" They heard Brass yell from behind them.

The three immediately screeched to a halt and turned back around. They ran into the room were all the toys were piled up and saw Pope just standing there, facing the toys and...a bloody hammer in his hand. Next to his feet was a CSI issued flashlight...Greg's flashlight.

"Oh god," Morgan choked. She prayed that wasn't Greg's blood. It just couldn't be. But she had to face reality. Greg was nowhere to be seen and this psycho had a weapon in his hand.

"What the hell did you do with him!" Morgan shouted, forgetting about her own safety and storming up to the guy, turning him around and punching him in the face. Blood spilled from his busted lip and he raised the hammer in anger.

"You bitch!"

"Hey!" In a surge of anger, Nick slammed the guy against the wall, picking him up by his collar and causing him to drop the weapon. "Leave her alone. Now where is he you son of a bitch?!" Nick growled, getting into Pope's face. But the guy just grinned, blood staining his teeth.

"You'll never find him...I'm not saying anymore, I want a lawyer."

"Fuck!" Nick shouted, throwing him into the arms of the officers. His Greggo could be dying right now, because they had no idea where he was. He ran a hand through his hair nervously; how the hell were they supposed to find him now?

"Nick! Morgan!" It was Sara...and she sounded scared. "Call an ambulance!" She found him.

Both forgetting about the bastard that hurt their little brother and crush, Nick and Morgan ran back down the hall to the meat freezer...and what they saw made Morgan collapse next to Sara and Nick fall against the wall. "Oh no, Greggo."

Greg was crumpled on the floor, his head currently in Sara's lap...and there was blood everywhere. On his head, caked in his blonde hair and dripping down his face. Pope smashed his head with the hammer and now Nick was ready to go back and beat the shit out of him. No one hurt his little brother...no one.

"Greg..." Morgan sobbed, gently taking his head from Sara, stroking her fingers through his hair. This was her fault. "I-Is he..."

"No," Sara assured her. "He's breathing, but I don't know how long that'll last; the head wound looks really bad."

"Greg...please don't leave me." She grasped his hand. It was freezing cold, yet the blood staining her hands and clothes was warm. "Please just hang on, alright? If you do, we can go on a date. Okay?"

Obviously something in the sentence got the unconscious CSI's attention and a moan escaped from his lips.

"Greg?"

"M-Morg'n...t-that you?"

She gave a teary smile, though his eyes were still closed so he couldn't even see her. "Yeah, it's me. Nick and Sara are with me, too."

But he didn't seem to care. "S-S'ry. Shoulda...l-listened t-to you. Sh-shouldn't have c-come here."

"Greg, it's okay, I'm not mad. But I will be if you leave me."

"I-I w-won't l-leave. P-Please...d'n't l-l've me...I l-love..." All of a sudden, he started shuddering in her hold and Morgan's heart was just about to stop.

"He's seizing!" Shouted Sara.

Nick ran over, trying to keep his tears at bay, as he helped the girls keep Greg from hurting himself in the process. "Greggo, please stop...don't do this." He was really getting scared. How could this day turn out so horrible?

And Nick's wish came true after a few moments; Greg's seizing stopped...along with his heart.

"No!"

~+CSI+~

Please don't die.

Please don't die.

Please don't die.

Greg, I love you. Please don't die.

Morgan kept her head bowed and her eyes closed. Tears streaked her face, mascara running down her cheeks. Greg had died...his big warm heart had stopped beating and even though Nick and Sara gave him CPR, nothing seemed to work until the paramedics got in. And even they almost couldn't get him back. Morgan choked, more tears flowing onto her pale face; she didn't even want to think about it. Greg's shirt being ripped open, buttons flying, and the medics taking out the defibrillator and shocking his body. Up. Down. Up. Down. Until they heard a faint beep come from the portable monitor.

As he was taken away in the ambulance, she saw that Nick was crying. The guy she thought was so tough and macho was crying. She had never seen him do that before, so it showed how bad the man cared for his only little brother. Fifteen blurred minutes past and they got to the hospital; Russell was back at the scene, Finn and Sara were at the lab, interrogating Pope with Brass and it just left her and Nick. The guy had gone to the bathroom to puke and she felt really bad, knowing that all this pain, all this fear in thinking Greg might die today was her fault. If she hadn't made fun of him for believing he was psychic and if she had gone with him to investigate, they wouldn't be here right now. Nick and the others kept saying otherwise and she agreed, but only for their sake so they'd stop. She would never forgive herself no matter what the outcome was.

"Family of Greg Sanders?"

Her head shot up; Nick had come back and they shared a worried look. Standing up, they linked arms and shakily went over to Dr. Peters. Morgan was afraid to ask, but Nick wasn't opening his mouth; he looked ill. Poor guy. Look what you did Brody.

"How...how is he?"

The doctor smiled. Why the hell is the doctor smiling? Greg had to be dead right? "He's going to be okay."

The two were shocked, relieved smiles forming on their faces. "R-Really?" Morgan gasped. "H-How? I mean, those wounds were really bad...he had a seizure...his heart stopped."

"He's a lucky guy...or maybe it's just because of his hard head. His skull was cracked in two different places, one in the back and one of the side. The area in the back pressed into his brain, causing it to swell a bit, therefore causing the seizure. However, had he not been in that freezer, I don't think I'd be standing here telling you this."

Morgan swallowed. She knew what he meant; if Greg wasn't in that freezer, they'd all be in the morgue and not the hospital.

"The temperature, stopped the bleeding and didn't cause too much of the brain to swell. We've drained excess fluid and blood, fixed the skull and made sure nothing else was wrong. The bones in his hands, though, were shattered and we had to perform surgery on that as well."

Nick frowned. How could they not see the broken hand? Had Pope hit that with the hammer too? He really was gonna murder that guy.

"We put him in a medically induced coma just to be safe and treated him for hypothermia, but in the next two days, he should recover and be able to wake up. Surprisingly, nothing in his brain was injured, so I'm sure that there'll be no complications in the future. He will have headaches time to time for a couple weeks and that's normal. Just have him rest and take some pain medications and he'll be okay. He's a fighter, I'll tell you that."

Nick smirked, rubbing a hand down his face. "Damn straight."

That was the best news they heard all day. Greg was going to live and everything was gonna go back to normal. Morgan rested her head against Nick's shoulder and closed her eyes, letting her heart slow down a little. When Greg woke up, she wasn't going to wait any longer; she was gonna ask him out and nothing was gonna stop her. Thank you for fighting, Greg.

Two Days Later

Morgan stared at the sleeping CSI sadly, yet had a smile on her face. Greg may be unconscious, but he was alive and that's what mattered. Ignoring the bandage that wrapped around his head, hiding her favorite blonde curls, Morgan stroked his temple, hoping to get a reaction from him. So far, there was nothing; the doctors had taken him off the coma medicine and now it was just the waiting game.

"Come on Greg, wake up okay? I need you to wake up. Nick needs you to wake up. He's a wreck without you to keep him in line."

Nothing.

She sighed in frustration; the poor guy looked horrible, no matter if the doctor said he'd be okay. His face was pale and his eyes had dark circles underneath his then, giving them a sunken look. She didn't like it; she missed the sexy tan skin that he had...she wanted the old Greg back.

"Come on Greg, I miss you. I...I love you. I know that's what you were about to say earlier. I love you and I don't care who knows it...not even my dad."

Still nothing.

The blonde sat back in the chair, still grasping the man's lukewarm hand.

There was suddenly a knock on the door and she looked up. It was Nick. Morgan smiled sadly; the guy looked exhausted. He hadn't slept in the two days Greg had been out and he wouldn't until he knew for sure that Greg would be okay. He was unshaven, pale, and hadn't changed his clothes. She practically had to push him out of the room so he'd go get something to eat. "Hey, how're you doing?"

Nick shrugged. "I've been better." He took a sip of coffee and went to go sit back in his chair. He grabbed Greg's hand, stroking his knuckles with his thumb. "What about him? Any changes?"

"No...are the doctors absolutely sure he's okay?"

"Greg's a strong guy; if only you would've seen him years ago. There wouldn't be a time where he'd give up. Work and the team apparently come before him. When he was beat up, he told Sara to process the scene and be with him later. Five days after he got out of the hospital, he came to work. He's as good as they come...which is why you should get off your butt and ask him out."

Morgan scoffed a laugh. "Am I getting dating advise? From the guy who hasn't had one in months."

"And what do you know about my personal life little sis?"

"Oh I know plenty; Greg's my go to guy to anything gossip...well, gossip is mostly Hodges, but Greg knows a lot about you, so now I do too."

"The little shit," Nick laughed. "What else do you know?"

"I'll never tell."

"You better, or I'll hit you," he teased.

Morgan gasped. "You'd never hit a girl would you?"

"No I wouldn't, but you're not a girl."

"Hey!"

"Would you guys k-keep it down?"

They both stopped at the unknown voice and then realized that it was Greg...he was awake. When they looked, the kid's eyes weren't open, but he was smacking his lips and weakly shifting on the bed. Nick ditched the coffee and grabbed Greg's hands with both of his. "Hey...Greggo. How're you doing?"

The young CSI groaned and blinked open his eyes. "I've been worse. Where am I?"

"The hospital," Morgan answered. "You really scared us. And if you ever do it again, I'll punch you."

"You wouldn't hurt me, you love me too much," Greg smirked.

"Are you sure about that?" Morgan chuckled.

"Hmm," Greg yawned, sitting up the on the pillows. He looked over at Nick and gave him a look. "Hey big boy," he chuckled, patting the Texan on the hand. Nick raised an eyebrow. "Do you think you could go find the doctor for me? My head kinda hurts."

Nick squinted his eyes and looked from Greg to Morgan before realizing what he was saying. "Oh, I get it G." He waggled his eyebrows before standing up and messing with Greg's hair. "I'll see you two lovebirds later."

Greg rolled his eyes and once the Texan left and turned around and looked at Morgan with a lopsided grin. Morgan grabbed his hand and he looked down, blushing furiously. " Greg I'm really sorry I didn't listen to you and I'm really glad you're okay. I don't..." she choked. "I don't know what I would've done if you had died and I didn't..."

But before you could finish, Greg quickly leaned in for a kiss and planted his lips on hers. Morgan was shocked, but within seconds, she gave in, placing her hand on Greg's cheek and pressing harder on his mouth. This is what she has always wanted and she was given a second chance and she was never gonna forget that. Greg was the love of her life and she wasn't ever gonna let him go. When Greg touched the younger woman's lips, a spark exploded in his body. Since the day he met the feisty woman, he had been waiting to do this. And now he finally got the chance to; it sucked that it nearly took his death to make it happen, but it happened and that's what mattered. When they finished, breathlessly, they pressed their foreheads together and smiled.

"Wow," Greg whispered with a laugh. "That was...amazing."

"I know," Morgan chuckled with a shrug.

Greg smirked. He poked her nose and it scrunched up. "I love you Greg." God, it felt so good to say that."

"I love you too, Morgan." His life was finally making sense...maybe his Grandma Olaf and Carrie were really looking out for him after all.

FIN!

Kind of slow, but I hope you liked it!

Next Story is for: Pickled Pepper

A/N: I had so much writer's block for this story, so I wrote the next story and it's finished. Let me know if you wanted updated today or tomorrow!

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