What is the significance of the red fibres that we found beside the vic?" Asked Morgan, examining the photo Greg handed her.

"I think-" Greg's cellphone chirped, interrupting him. He reached for it, and quickly read the text, his face furrowing into a frown.

"What did Hodges say?" Morgan quiered as she noticed his expression.

"Oh, it wasn't Hodges, it was a buddy of mine. We were supposed to go to a Las Vegas 51's game tomorrow night but he's unable to make it now." He shrugged. "Too bad, I was looking forward to it."

"51's game eh?" Morgan smiled.

"Yeah, it's our local minor league baseball team." Replied Greg.

Morgan laughed. "I know who they are. Do you think just because I'm a girl, I don't know anything about baseball?" She put her hands on her hip and smiled.

"Sorry, Morgan." Greg smiled at her sheepishly. "I made an assumption."

"Yes you did. While I was living in California, I took in quite a few ball games. I was quite the Padre's fan before I moved here." Morgan wagged her finger at Greg in mock indignation.

"Well, it seems I have a free ticket tomorrow, do you want to join me?" He looked over at her with a smile.

"Really? Sure! I love going to the ball park."

"Great."

Turning her attention back to the photo layout, Morgan asked, "Now what were you saying about the fibers?"

Saturday evening, Greg arrived on Morgan's doorstep right on time. She stepped out to greet him.

"Nice shirt." She said giving him a once over. He wore a faded 51's shirt that clung nicely to his frame.

Greg smiled, "Gotta wear the gear when you go to the game." He replied. "Where's your Jersey Ms. Baseball?" He looked her up and down.

"That's the guy part of baseball." She smacked his arm as she walked past him to his car.

Greg caught up to her and walked with her the last few steps to the passenger side door. He held it open for her as she climbed in. "Well you still look nice." He said sincerely, shutting her door.

The talked amicably about little things as they made their way to the stadium. She asked him about his friend who couldn't make it and he inquired how she was getting along with her father.

As they got to the parking lot of the stadium, Greg recognized a familiar place. "You know, it was only about a month ago I processed a crime scene right over there." Greg pointed to a parking lot in the distance as the two walked from their own parking spot to the stadium.

Morgan laughed. "I find myself thinking that a lot lately." she admitted. "I think I'm settling in to Las Vegas nicely. . I've seen so much of the city through my work, it feels so familiar. Not always in a good way though."

"Do you like it here otherwise?" Asked Greg, leading her through the turnstiles.

"I do," Replied Morgan, smiling up at him. "I came here at first just because I just needed a job. I didn't come to expect that I'd settle in here as well as I did. I never dreamed I'd find such a great job with co workers that feel like family."

Greg leaned into Morgan and gave her a nudge. "The feeling is mutual."

"Hey, let me get us a beer before we find our seats." Morgan walked up to a vendor. "It isn't a baseball game without enjoying a cold beer."

"What about peanuts and crackerjacks?" Replied Greg, referring to the classic baseball song.

She laughed as they made their way to their seats.

Greg was pleasantly surprised that Morgan was such good company at the baseball game. "You know, Morgan., I'm really glad you came tonight. I'm impressed with your baseball knowledge. Said Greg, putting an arm companionably over the back of her seat.

"You can thank Pete Kelly for my baseball knowledge." She replied turning towards him.

"Oh, and who is this Pete Kelly?" Greg cocked his head.

"He was the starting shortstop for our high school varsity team. Tall, lanky and he wore his uniform quite well. Half of the female population of our high school would go to games just to watch him.|

"Oh, so you were a baseball groupie?" Joked Greg.

Morgan smiled and nudged Greg playfully. "You keep that to yourself." She looked up at him. "What about you, did you play baseball?"

"Nope, chess was my thing. I only really got into watching baseball because of my buddy. I like the strategy behind baseball. You have one random element- the ball. And depending on what the ball does, you have a set of plays to choose from, some better than others. But you only have a split second to decide which play to make."

Just then the people around them went wild, yelling and screaming. Morgan and Greg looked towards the giant TV monitor in the outfield. On the monitor the two of them stared at themselves. The monitor showed them framed inside a heart with the words "Kiss Cam" above.

Morgan contemplated the situation for a second. She'd be lying if she said the thought of kissing Greg had never crossed her mind. She'd give him a quick peck. She leaned up towards him. Unbeknownst to her, Greg was thinking the same thing. Their lips met in a soft kiss. Awareness flooded through Morgan's body. Greg gave her a second soft kiss more sensual than the first. They parted slowly. Morgan sat back down, stunned at the intensity of the kiss. It was probably only a two or three second kiss, but the intensity of her body's reaction was not what she'd been expecting.

The visiting team ran from their dugout to take the field, but Morgan didn't notice any of it. Her mind was still back at that kiss.

Greg looked over at her and smiled to himself. He'd noticed her reaction to the kiss just as they broke away. He wasn't surprised at the electricity between them. He always knew if he got the chance to kiss her, it'd be like that. Obviously, Morgan hadn't felt the same. He'd let her have a few minutes to think about it.

Morgan's head was spinning. She couldn't focus on the game, she could only focus on the kiss and how badly she wanted another one. Beside her, Greg and the other fans were cheering as a 51's player smacked a long home run off of the right field foul pole. Did the kiss have no effect on him at all? She wondered. She needed some air.

'I"m going to get some nachos." she said suddenly and practically bolted down the aisle away from him.

Greg watched her go, admiring the sway of her hips as she went. He smiled to himself. Maybe Morgan would finally admit there was more between them than just friendship.

He watched the game for a little while longer, before he started thinking she'd been gone for a while. Starting to get worried, he scanned the area near the stairs. Did he cross a line? He was starting to worry that something had happened, and things weren't all good. Just as he thought he'd better go look for her, she came down the steps holding a tray of nachos and two beers.

She smiled at him, looking him in the eye for the first time in two innings. "Seventh inning stretch snack food." She gestured as she sat down beside him.

He thanked her and reached for a beer, imploring himself to be on his best behaviour. They concentrated on the game until the end, neither daring to make any conversation other than baseball.

After the game the two of them made their way out of the stadium. They stayed close, moving with the crowd. Once Greg put his hand on her lower back, causing heat to flood through Morgan's body. Would there be another kiss later? She wondered.

Greg had noticed Morgan hadn't been herself since the kiss and decided he had to say something about it. They'd gotten back to the parking lot and before he opened the door for her, he needed to talk to her.

"Wait, Morgan." He reached for her arm as she went to open the door. "Can we talk for a second?"

She looked at him and nodded while chewing her bottom lip.

He led her over to the curb of the parking space across from them. For lack of a better seat, this would do for now. The duo sat down.

Greg fiddled with his hands while he searched for the words. "Look Morgan, I want to apologize if I did anything wrong. If I went too far with the kiss. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable."

Instantly, Morgan felt badly that she'd given Greg the wrong impression. "Oh, Greg, I'm so sorry. This has nothing to do with you." She turned to face him, putting her hand lightly on his shoulder. "I'm not going to lie, the kiss did throw me for a bit of a loop." She searched for the right words to convey her feelings. "To be honest with you..." Darn, this was harder than she thought. She threw her hands in the air, searching for the words. Finally, with businesslike tone, she continued. "Yes, sometimes I have had less than platonic thoughts about you and I'm pretty sure you're not all innocent in that regard either."

"Guilty as charged." Agreed Greg with a small grin.

She gave him a playful shove and continued."Right, but I guess I wasn't really ready to act on those feelings. We have to work together still. Could you imagine what the people at work would have said if they saw us on the Kiss Cam tonight?"

Realization dawned on both of them at the same time. "You don't think anyone we know saw us? Do you?" Said Morgan wide eyed, looking at Greg.

"The odds are pretty slim, but you never know. I didn't even think of that." He said with a grimace.

"Oh, please tell me Hodges doesn't like baseball. Of anyone who could have seen us, he would be the worst." Morgan replied, still a little worried.

"Lets hope not." Greg replied.

They lapsed into silence for a few minutes, each lost in their thoughts. Finally Greg looked over at Morgan. The harsh lights of the parking lot were giving her a glow, reflecting off her pale skin. Greg's eyes traveled down towards her lips. He longed to kiss her again but knew this was not the time. Whatever was going to happen between them was now Morgan's decision. He waited while she sat in silence, eyes looking forward.

Morgan turned to Greg. She studied his brown eyes as he searched her eyes in return. He had a gleam in his eyes and a slight smile on his face as he waited patiently for her to say something. Suddenly, she didn't want to say anything more. She wanted another kiss. But she owed him an explanation. She moved in a little closer, putting her hand on his knee. "I guess I'm just a bit scared because there is a lot at stake here." she said quietly. "If things don't work out, it'll be me who has to move on, you've made a career here and I've only been here a short while."

Greg inched closer and replied, just as softly, "What if it does work out?"

She could resist no more and leaned the final few inches into Greg for a soft kiss on the lips. He met her lips eagerly and shared another passionate kiss, this one lasting longer.

When they broke apart, Greg brought his hand up to her face and smiled at her. "There is no law that we have to jump into this intense relationship that has to be all or nothing right away." He took her hand in his, caressing her palm with his thumb. "Why don't I take you on a date sometime. We don't have to tell anyone at work, we can keep things quiet and figure things out in our own time. While our work is important, it does't define our lives 24/7."

Morgan mulled over Greg's words. He made a lot of sense. Maybe she'd just been overthinking things. No matter what happened from here on out, there was no denying that they had chemistry together. There was no way to go back in time to erase the two kisses from memory.

"Once again, you say all of the right things, Sanders." Morgan looked up at Greg with a smile, She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and stood up, extending her hands to his.

He held her hands as he stood up, but enveloped her in a tight hug once he was standing.

Back at Morgan's front door, Morgan turned around and gave Greg a big hug. This time the kiss they they shared was long, lingering and toe curling. When they parted, Morgan smiled up at Greg. "Do you want to come inside?" she asked.

Greg sighed and put his forehead to hers. "As much as I"d love to, I"d better give you some time to make sure you don't have any regrets tomorrow morning."

He kissed her softly and left her standing on doorstep.

Morgan couldn't help but smile.