Thanks for reviewing the last chapter! :) And thanks for asking about me - I'm feeling better, although I do still feel out of breath really fast. But for writing that doesn't matter! :)
Here's the next chapter of this story, which goes with Episode 3. I was trying to figure out why Morgan talks to Jacinta at the hospital about Hodges and not Greg, this is what I came up with. Hope you like it! :)

After helping out with the crime scene at Frank's Diner, Morgan had worked on three other cases, all of them together with Greg. She had just worked the cases with him like she had before her father got shot: focusing on the evidence, but joking occasionally. One thing was still bothering her, though: she hadn't forgotten about kissing Hodges yet.

It was starting to drive her crazy. She knew she was in love with Greg, then why was she still thinking about that kiss? Yes, she knew it had been stupid and she still felt ashamed about it, but where did that leave her and Hodges? Luckily, she had barely seen him at work. She had tried to avoid him as much as possible by asking Greg to take things over to Trace or have him talk to Hodges about results.

She knew that she'd have to face him again sometime soon again and she wanted to figure out what that kiss had really meant to her before she did.

When she drove to the hospital to talk to Amanda after watching all of the clips with Greg, she thought about it again. And suddenly, it hit her. Hodges wasn't someone she was in love with. No, she was in love with Greg, not doubt about it. But in spite of what she had done, she still thought Hodges was a nice guy. He could be sweet and funny, but in a different way than Greg. Greg was the sweetest guy she had ever met, but she had definitely seen Hodges his caring side as well. And she liked it. Not in a romantic way, of course, no, it was in a friendly way. Hodges was just a friend.

She thought about the friends she had had back at school. They had hung out, they had done homework together, but that was about it. Hodges was different: she could talk to him. And maybe that made him the best friend she had ever had.

As she signaled to turn left, her thoughts wondered off to Greg. Why didn't she call him her best friend? She could talk to him as well, maybe about even more things than she could talk to Hodges about. Shouldn't she be calling him her best friend then, instead of Hodges?

No, she realized. Hodges would always be just a friend, but Greg was different. He was the guy she was in love with, the guy she wanted to go out with. The guy she hoped she could someday soon call her boyfriend.

She felt so happy with what she had realized that she even talked about it with the girl Amanda had kept hidden in the basement of the hospital. She was about to write down Greg's name and tell the girl he was the guy she was in love with when she realized what she was doing.

"Sorry, way… way too much about me," she quickly said. To her surprise, her revelation seemed to have helped the girl as she grabbed the pad and started drawing. It put Morgan's mind back on the case and she forgot about Greg and Hodges for a while.

As she continued to work the case, she didn't see Hodges and she only saw little of Greg as well. But after Jacinta had been brought to a place where she would get help, Greg called her.

"Did you really walk into a house that had caught fire?" he almost yelled.

"I had to help Jacinta!" she defended her action, a little surprised by the tone in his voice.

"Are you at home?"

"Yeah, just got h…"

"I'm coming over!"

Before she could respond, he had already hung up. Surprised, she looked at her phone. Was he… angry with her? Or just worried?

When he parked his car in front of her apartment only fifteen minutes later, she knew he had been worried: he rushed out of his car and instead of just greeting her, he hugged her tightly.

"Please don't ever do that again!" he said in her ear. She tried to look at him, but he was still holding her tightly. When he finally let go, she gave him a little smile. "I'm fine, Greg, nothing happened to me. I just had to help Jacinta, that's why I ran inside!"

He grabbed her shoulders, so she had to look at him. "You're a CSI, Morgan, not a cop. You should leave these things to them!"

"But…"

He firmly shook his head. "No 'buts', I already know you wanted to help and protect Jacinta. But please promise me you won't ever do something like this again!"

"Okay, okay, I promise!" she quickly said. Her words finally seemed to relax him. He let go of her and suddenly seemed a little embarrassed about his outburst.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound angry," he apologized. She smiled at him. "It's okay. I guess if it had been the other way around, I would have reacted the same."

They both fell quiet after what she had said, both wondering what the words had really meant.

"Would you… like me to make you waffles again?" she tried to change the subject. To her relief, he smiled. "No, thanks, maybe some other time. I'm just gonna go home and try to get some sleep before the next call comes in."

"Okay," she nodded as she understood. "I'll, eh, see you at work then."

"Yeah, tonight probably," Greg nodded. Both seemed to realize neither of them wanted to say good-bye just yet. Suddenly, Morgan put her arms around him and hugged him.

"Thanks," she said to him. He gave her a questioning look, clearly not understanding. She gave his hand a little squeeze. "For being so worried about me. I think I need people worrying about me, otherwise I'd just go all reckless!"

She was still holding his hand, as they both noticed. Slowly, she let go, feeling butterflies in her stomach now. Was this the right moment to tell him how she felt about him? Just as she opened her mouth, Greg's phone went off.

He groaned when he checked the caller ID. "It's Russell…"

She took a step back, so he could answer the call.

"Hey, Russell!" he greeted his supervisor. "Yeah… What? A piano? How's that even possible? Okay, I'm just gonna go home really quick and change, then I'll be right over."

He blushed after something else Russell said, something Morgan couldn't hear.

"Yeah, I'll call her," he murmured before hanging up. Morgan gave him an amused look. "Did he want to know if you were with me?"

"Yeah," he shyly admitted. "He wants you to come over too. They found a piano in the middle of the desert with blood…"

She made a face. "That can't be good!"

"I'm just gonna go home and change real quick, then I'm gonna meet Russell," Greg told her. She understood what he meant and nodded.

"I'll just take a quick shower and change and then I'll meet you guys there in a bit," she promised him. He gave her a little smile. "Thanks! Well, say you later then!"

"See you!" she said, closing the door behind him. As she started to walk towards her bathroom, she thought about how she had held his hand and the butterflies it had given her. Today or tomorrow at the latest, she decided. Then she'd finally tell him she was in love with him.