Wow that's a long time ago! I want to thank my Morganders sisters for helping me with the story and the idea, I am totally not confident about anything I do but they told me the story was good... So there ya go! It took a while and there have been a lot of people asking whether I was still continuing the one shots or not; but of course I am! I'm just out of ideas for every prompt you guys gave me. It are amazing prompts, but my brains are just not working :\

But, anyways, here you go! Just a quick story about 'What if Greg says no to Morgan? And what if Nick and Sara "accidentally loosen the things a bit"? R & R for sure!

'Ehm… Greg? Could I talk to you for a second?' She was nervous and fiddled with her nails when his beautiful eyes watched her. 'That's okay.' He said calmly. He turned around on his chair to look at her better.
'I was w-wondering…' she stuttered. Come on, Brody, you look like a school girl! 'If you'd like to grab breakfast after dinner?' She exhaled and swallowed when she saw his face. She hadn't expect him to… to look- sad.
'Morgan…' he began and he stood up. 'I know what you mean.' He knows I fancy him and he's not happy with it.
'I… I- I just wanna know… if there's a,' she hesitated, looking more worried by every word she said, 'chance that you… me, y'know, I just wanna know if it would work…'
'I'm afraid it won't. Don't get me wrong!' he quickly said, 'I just think that… we're co-workers, you've been through things and most of all; your father is our supervisor.'
'But I don't care! I'm not going to make any stupid mistake because I've been held a while ago, and I don't care about my dad.' She bit her lip and tried to look him in the eye but he looked away.
'I do,' he retorted and she could his resolute face.
'Coward.'
'Oh so you're going to scold when you don't get what you want? That's pathetic.' He turned his back to her and sat down. 'I'm sorry Morgan, I just… can't do this.' She stood there frozen for a moment, then she quickly turned around and dashed out of the room, whipping away a tear she didn't want to exist.

~X~

'Nick, I really have to-'
'No you don't.'
'But-'
'No, I know you had nothing to do and so were Finn, Sara and Morgan.'
'Nick! Listen!'
'No. Get your drink.' Nick pushed Greg's drink in the boys hand and quickly went to talk to Sara.
'Why isn't he talking with Morgan and why is she ignoring him as well?' he asked her and watched the two young people with frowned eyebrows.
'I don't know, maybe we just think they are but it's nothing. I saw them talking yesterday.'
There was a silence between the two. Finn was talking to Greg now and you could see he didn't really like talking so he took another sip from his drink; his third.
'Wouldn't be surprised if something is going on between the two.' Sara said as she watched Morgan glaring at Greg from the table she sat at and then quickly returning to her drink, her fourth, if Sara had counted right.
'Maybe that's why they both didn't want to come; because the other would be there as well. A fight maybe?'
'You mean like… they broke up?' Sara looked at the people dancing while she was thinking.
'If there ever was something between them… I never noticed.'
Sara was glad she wasn't the only one.
'If they're going on like that, they both end up drunk.' Sara got ready to go to Morgan but Nick grabbed her arm. 'Let them! Maybe it will… loosen the things a bit.'
'Okay great, I'm gonna talk with her but I won't say anything about the alcohol.' She gave him a quick smile and then sat down at Morgan's table. Nick watched Greg nod at something Finn said. He sighed. It was going to be hard to have a good night.

~X~

Drunk was the only word you could call them. Greg sat with closed eyes in a chair, biting his lip, for already a few minutes and Morgan hadn't noticed she was staring at her umpteenth drink. Nick had been talking with Sara about them after Finn had gone hone, saying she was too tired to even stand on her feet.
'We should force them to talk. Say I have to bring you home and they're both too drunk to drive so Greg will walk her home. No option for both of them, they have to and they have to talk.' Nick glanced at the younger man who was now scratching the table with his nails, totally dazed.
'Let's tell them then.' Sara answered and stood up. They brought Morgan to Greg's table and sat down with them.
'I'm sorry to tell you but I have to bring Sara home and because I can't bring Morgan I want you to bring her back, because I don't want a girl to walk around now on her own.'
'Great…' Both Morgan and Greg mumbled.
'Thank you so much!' Nick said. 'We will help you out.' He quickly winked to Sara as he pulled Greg on his feet, who put his arm around Nick's shoulders and slurred against his neck.
'Warm…' the boy mumbled.
'Yeah it's fine, now you have to find your jacket.' Nick took care of Greg while Sara helped Morgan find her stuff.

~X~

The warm air softly moved their hair. Nick and Sara had just driven away and they awkwardly started walking, hands deep in their pockets, heads to the ground. They both walked as clumsily as possible.
'You're drunk.' Morgan said after a few minutes.
'Proves you're a CSI.' Greg could still be sarcastic when he was drunk. Morgan didn't answer so he added; 'you are drunk as well.'
'Of course.'
'Typical.'
They kept on walking, well, they tried to. Morgan knew she was probably regretting this whole evening tomorrow, but all she could think of now was her feet and the man walking next to her.
'Still mad a'me?' she asked without hesitation.
He waited for a moment, maybe because he was too drunk to quickly find the good words.
'I was never mad.' Unlike her, he talked still normal, even though you could hear he was more than just tipsy. 'Just told ya my answer was no.' They didn't talk for a couple of minutes. Morgan suddenly made a strange movement and fell against Greg for making them burst into tried to lift herself by his arm, but because he was terribly unstable they fell again and Greg could just cling to a lamppost while they were laughing. She was so close… His body was pressed up against the cold metal while the lamp above them lit up his face. They were both breathing heavily, her arms still around his neck, not caring about the alcohol odour around them. She could kiss him now… but they both startled when there was a sudden noise of two cats fighting. An awkward laugh between them and they got on their feet with difficulty. After that, the walk was nothing more than just short conversations between them about which way to go, unsteady steps and short giggles from Morgan when she nearly fell down.

~X~

'It's here.' Morgan said and stopped walking. 'Th-thanks… for bringin' m'home.' She hugged him like he was her brother going to fight in a war.
'I'll help you inside.' He whispered. She needed five minutes to put the key in the keyhole and open her door which made them laugh again. Morgan stumbled in, throwing her jacket on the floor and grabbing Greg's arm to get him inside.
'Morgan calm down…' he mumbled, 'why are you so… much hugging me?'
She looked at him, he looked back. They were as close as with the lamppost. The kiss was clumsy and awkward. Morgan expected Greg to pull away and yell at her in disgust, but he just grabbed her hand and kissed back. She would never have done this without all the alcohol in her body, but she just bit his lip and giggled when he moaned softly.
'I thought ya didn't wanna…' she said with a teasing smile as she tried to find the bottom of his shirt.
'How can I resist?' he whispered and gently pressed her against the wall, kissing her hungrily.

~X~

She knew that feeling. Waking up with a headache? She had been drunk yesterday. What had happened? There was one thing she didn't want to do and that was opening her eyes. She wasn't drunk much, but she knew the feeling. Hangovers were a hell. It had to be noon, because the sun made her eyelids colour red. With a pounding head she moved a bit. A movement next to her. A sigh, a sniff. Someone was lying next to her. In a reflex she opened her eyes but regretted that when a sun beam greeted her. With running eyes she tried to watch the person lying next to her. Oh she hated herself right now. I'm never going to be drunk again, she thought but knew she wasn't going to keep that promise. She rubbed her eyes so she could see who was lying next to her; last night was one big black hole in her head. Greg. Greg Sanders. His dark blond hair was spiky and soft, his face peaceful. A shudder went through Morgan as she felt her cheeks go red. She felt so ashamed because she knew it was a mistake, a big error made by her. They weren't supposed to have any relationship next to friendship. Her body was desperate to just touch him and know he wasn't just an imagination of her aching head. But she was obsessed by his face and torso, which was partially covered by the sheets. The sun tickled his face and his clear cheekbones, his strong jaw and his gently closed eyes. Morgan lay down without touching Greg and tried to control her breath. She wanted to wake up like this every day… but she couldn't! He would probably be angry at her and she already imagined his angry face and his yelling about that she knew he didn't want this. But he was still sleeping so peacefully. If there was just something she could do… her thudding head wasn't really helpful either. Actually, she'd like to find some painkillers but she had to get up for that and she would wake Greg.
'I'm so sorry…' she whispered in the air barely moving her lips. Silence next to a bird whistling at the window.
'Don't be.' She turned around in a rush and she saw Greg had opened his eyes and looked at her. He tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear with his fingers which were so careful because of his work as CSI. There was an awkward silence in which they both didn't know if they had to look away or keep on staring in each other's eyes.
'But… you told me-' she finally said in a small tone.
He sighed and nodded.
'You're right, but… how can something this great be bad? Except for the headache.' She couldn't help but chuckle as he showed his white teeth in a smile. 'Perhaps we're still able to work together. I don't think Russell is that severe… And, maybe they don't even notice.' Morgan nodded and they grew quiet. She could see that he still was very concerned and not really sure about the situation.
'I'm gonna get some painkillers.' She said and groaned when she nearly fell out of bed. As she walked out of the room, she could hear Greg laugh. They both needed time to get accustomed to the idea, but she hoped that once they were sure… it would be great.

So... did you like it? Please give me more prompts, I'm trying to write all the prompts you gave me but I am addicted to them... Oh and for everyone who reads No Mercy: I am working on it a lot, I just want to finish the whole story before posting a new chapter and I'm nearly done! So please have some patience and there will be an update!

Lots of love,

Cirinde/Rose