A/N-Thank you to everyone for letting me know you've enjoyed these stories. I have a few more elsewhere that I'm editing and bringing over, so a few more to come. Glad you are enjoying these.

From the doorway of the dingy motel room, Morgan and Greg studied the dead girl in the center of the squalid room. It was obvious that someone had been living in the hotel room, using it as a permanent residence.. The lone desk that jutted up against the fading green wallpaper held Styrofoam take out containers and pizza boxes stacked on the table and on its chair. There were pieces of dirty clothing scattered around the room. Assorted pieces of garbage, both small and large littered the periphery of the room. The unmade queen size bed was the only surface not covered by garbage or clothing. The nightstand beside the unmade bed had drug paraphernalia littered over the surface, in between the various food wrappers. "First impression?" said Morgan, looking at Greg as they made their way closer to the dead girl. "Overdose." said Greg. "We won't be here long. It's a cut and dry case."

Morgan shrugged as Greg walked over to and squatted next to the girl's dead body. He brought his camera up and started taking photos, documenting the condition of the poor girl's body. Greg's nose twitched, taking in the odor of sweat and fast food fries. Thank goodness there hadn't been a chance for decomposition of the body to set in. The smell in the room was funky enough. He shifted his concentration back to taking photos. A 911 call had come from the hotel room, alerting the authorities, but it was too late for the girl to be saved. The 911 caller had vanished as well. Morgan was pulling prints off of the inside of the door handle, hopefully getting a clue as to who called 911.

Through his camera, Greg documented the bleached blond hair, thinning, matted and messy. He took photos of the sores, scrapes and track marks that indicated chronic drug use. The girl was missing some teeth, and her remaining teeth were rotting and in poor condition. Her skin was grimy and it was obvious she hadn't showered recently. Clad only in an obviously still quite new red and black lacy bra and matching lacy black boy cut underwear, she had had a hard life and it had ended lying on this grimy hotel room floor.

Morgan came over with a brown paper bag. Carefully, she picked up the grimy grey t shirt that was on top of a pair of old, ratted track pants. The clothing were lying beside the girl, close to her torso. It was obviously they had been placed there by someone else. "If you are dying of an overdose, one thing you don't do is get your clothes from somewhere in this pile, and then place them beside you." She mused, as she checked the label of the grimy grey shirt that might have once been white. "Besides, I recognize the labels from these clothes. They are from a discount store and she's obviously had them for a while." She bagged up the clothing and then came over to squat beside Greg. "The big question I have though, is why is this girl wearing La Pearl underwear?"

Greg looked over at her, eyebrows furrowed. "La Pearla underwear? I have to admit that I'm not an expert in women's underwear. My expertise is taking them off." He turned to Morgan and grinned at his own joke. " What is so great about La Pearla?"

Morgan swatted his arm and laughed. "See this tag?" She pointed to a tag sewn into the side of the bra strap. "The fancy La Pearla logo had been carefully hand sewn into the garment. "That coupled with the obvious quality of the garment tipped me off that this wasn't discount lingerie. Having purchased enough bras in my life, I've learned the hard way that buying a high quality bra is the best way to get a good fit"

Slightly uncomfortable with Morgan talking about her lingerie, Greg tried to focus on learning more. He enjoyed learning more to help him become a better CSI. In this situation, it just happened to be high end women's underwear. Morgan had been tipped off on something that he would not have noticed. "So how much does this stuff cost?" He asked.

"Well from personal experience, having purchased a La Pearla set very similar to this, you're looking at around 300 dollars for the set." Morgan said, looking back at the body.

"Three hundred dollars?!" Exclaimed Greg, flabbergasted. The more more he learned about women, the less he understood. "That is a lot of money for the stuff to be worn under clothing and then discarded when things get interesting." Greg went back to photographing the girl's pricey lingerie. Now that he knew this was a very pricey item, he was no longer sure this was a run of the mill overdose by a junkie. Junkies do not pay that much for underwear. Three hundred dollars would go straight to feed their drug habit, not buy fancy underwear.

"So, may I ask, what made you decide to purchase such expensive undergarments when the cost is practically a car payment?" Asked Greg, curiosity overcoming his reluctance to think about Morgan in her underwear.

Morgan returned to the body to start processing foreign substances. She focused on swabbing evidence off the girl's body, carefully avoiding Greg's eyes. " If you must know, a little while ago, there was this guy I was interested in." She paused for a few seconds. " I thought that things were starting to somewhere and I decided to splurge on some fancy lingerie. But unfortunately, nothing ever happened."

"Well, that guy is an idiot." declared Greg, putting his camera down.

Morgan stood up, swabs in hand. She stepped behind Greg, giving his back a pat as she walked by. "Yes, he is." She agreed. Greg's head snapped up, eyes wide. He turned to look at Morgan, but she had her back to him and had walked into the bathroom.

"I am an Idiot." He said quietly, standing up.

After processing the room, Greg and Morgan loaded their evidence in the Denali and headed back to the lab. While working in the room, the two CSI's had worked well and focused on their case. However, once they got in the car, Greg couldn't stop thinking about what Morgan had said about her and the mystery guy. He wanted to ask her more about this idiot. Could it have been him? Greg's mind was thinking back over the past. Sure, he and Morgan had gone out for a beer after work on occasion, or even breakfast. But he'd never noticed any romantic interest in her part and never pushed the issue. She had given him an old Sinatra record once. When she gave it to him, he could have sworn she hinted about maybe taking things further. But he had never noticed any more-

"Penny for your thoughts?" Morgan interrupted Greg's train of thought. "Are you okay?" She was looking at him with a concerned face.

How tell Morgan what he was really thinking without coming across as some lovesick weirdo? He decided to go with a joke. "I was just thinking about your underwear." He said with a grin, giving a sideways glance to Morgan. Before she could respond, he continued. "You know, maybe it is worth a trip to the La Pearla store to see if we can track down the buyer."

"Well, I did find the receipt and it was paid for in cash. I doubt any one will remember a run of the mill purchase, unless the girl herself came in to make the purchase." Morgan replied. "She would have been really out of place in that store. It would be memorable." She paused again. "Maybe we should check it out, we don't want to overlook something."

"Maybe you and Finn should go. You guys can do some shopping afterwards." He replied.

"Are you afraid to go into a Lingerie store, Greg? Or, are you afraid I'm going to start talking about my underwear again?" Morgan asked, smiling. Her goal was to make the tip of his ears turn red. He always looked so endearing to her, when she teased him.

Her goal was successful. Greg laughed, but his ears turned red. "A little of both." He decided to go for it and ask about the mystery guy. "So, tell me more about this mystery man who turned down the chance to see you in some very expensive underwear?"

His direct question caught Morgan off guard. She didn't think Greg would have had the nerve to follow up on her earlier remark. Sometimes she got a bit tired of keeping Greg at arm's length. He was a great guy and sometimes she just felt so much more for him than she should, considering he was a coworker. She caught him looking over at her again, questioning look on his face. "I don't know what to say." she stumbled over her words, trying to figure out how to backpedal. "There was a combination of factors I guess. I knew he was getting over someone and wanted to give him some space. Maybe I gave him too much space. Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough."

"How did you declare your interest? Guys can be pretty dense, I have to admit." Said Greg.

Morgan looked down at her hands. This was the moment that she could forget that they were coworkers, and tell him that she wanted to see him on a romantic level. She drew a deep breath, her mind was in overdrive, trying to determine how to say what she wanted to. "Can we not talk about this anymore?" She blurted out. "I felt like a big idiot for putting myself out there." With those two sentences, she chickened out.

"I'm sorry Morgan." Said Greg. He reached out and put one of his hands over one of hers and squeezed. "But he was the idiot for not figuring things out. He missed out on an amazing woman." He wasn't sure how he got the courage to grab her hand, but he wanted to comfort her.

Morgan's heart sped up as the heat from Greg's hand enveloped hers. She smiled down at his hand and her heart seemed to melt. "Thanks." she said gratefully. She looked up at him and gave him a brilliant smile.

Greg looked over and smiled back. He could see something new in her eyes. Maybe it was time to go for it. He looked back at the road, searching for something to say. Unfortunately, he realized that they were one turn away from headquarters. Reluctantly, he took his hand from hers and turned into the parking lot. He knew he had to say something to her before going back to the lab. He felt the need to act before the spell was broken.

Once he parked, the two got out of the Denali and both came around back to get their evidence. "Hey," said Greg, stopping Morgan before she could open the tailgate."I was thinking maybe I could take you out some time, to an actual restaurant." Morgan's eyes widened in surprise.

Greg took a deep breath, he suddenly felt quite nervous. "I thought that I could show you not all guys are complete idiots." He added hastily, trying to give himself a bit of leeway in case she turned him down. She might just think he was being nice.

Morgan's wide eyed expression vanished. Another brilliant smile replaced it, dazzling Greg. "You know what?" She said, "I'd really like that. But,"she paused. "If you think taking me to dinner means you're going to see me in that expensive underwear, that's not happening. Besides, I don't think I will ever wear them again. It is a little too unnerving to see the same stuff on a dead body. It is a shame too, I only wore them once or twice- To work even!" She wiggled her eyebrows seductively at him.

"Hey!| called someone from across the parking lot. Finn was jogging over, carrying to large bags of take out. "I just got back from a burger run for the lab. How was the case?"

With the mood broken, Greg opened the door to the Denali and started to unload. Morgan helped as they both filled Finn in on the details, including the fancy Lingerie.

"Okay, what is so great about this stuff, that it is one hundred dollars for a pair of underwear?" Asked Finn, as Morgan started up the Denali. Morgan had convinced Finn to go to the La Pearla store after she'd finished her take out. "I get my stuff at Victoria's Secret and the men seem to enjoy that."

Morgan smiled at Finn. The woman was pretty much an open book. She wasn't shy about sharing personal details. "It's just like I told Greg, it is about the fit and quality. Once you put on something like that, you realize how much better it is."

Finn jumped on this statement. "You and Greg were talking about your Lingerie choices? The poor guy. He must have spent the entire time at the crime scene unable to look you in the eye!"

"Really?" countered Morgan, not willing to tell Finn the entire story. "He didn't look too uncomfortable."

"Of course not, but come on!" Finn waved her hands around, "It is obviously the poor guy is attracted to you. He tries to hide it, but it comes out. I swear, last week, when D.B. asked him to join you at a crime scene, he practically skipped down the hall."

"I never really noticed." Lied Morgan. "We flirt, He's a great guy, but as for a deeper interest in me, he's never said anything to indicate it. Besides, I'm not so sure dating a co worker is the best idea."

"Love is Love, no matter where you happen to find it." Finn replied, with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Greg is a good guy. You two would be a good team. Besides, when is the last time you've had sex?"

"Finn!" exclaimed Morgan. She wasn't telling Finn that it had been a very, very long time. She was a little uncomfortable with letting Finn know that information. If Finn found out, Morgan was sure that there'd be a lot more pressure for her to go out with Finn and prowl for guys. Morgan just wasn't a prowling type of girl. "It's been long enough." Was all Morgan said.

"Well, if you play your cards right, and purchase something from this very expensive shop, you and Greg could be remedying the dry spell right after this shift." Finn replied.

"Maybe the two of us should have dinner first."

"Whatever floats your boat, but dinner is just a lame barrier to the good stuff after dinner. Skip dinner and go right to the bedroom. That's what I do." Fin laughed.

Finn and Morgan had struck out at La Pearla, and they were only a few minutes from clocking out for the day. They'd stayed late because they had to wait for the mall to open before questioning the employees. Greg had probably already gone home. Morgan looked around the lab but didn't see him.
Disappointed, she went to the locker room. She would have liked to talk about dinner again. She had hoped it wasn't a wild thought that hed blurted out and that wouldn't go anywhere. She hoped he was serious about taking her out. Just then her phone buzzed with a text. Eagerly, she fished it out of her pocket and took a look. It was a text from Greg.

"How about Saturday night for dinner? We're both off. I checked while you were at the lingerie store."

Morgan's stomach fluttered. She smiled as she answered. I have to wait three more days? She'd already started mentally rooting through her wardrobe. What to wear?

Just then Hodges came strolling into the locker room. "What type of poetic LOL speak is making you smile like that?" He said with raised eyebrows.

Morgan was in such a good mood, she didn't even try to cover up her goofy grin. "Just got asked out on a hot date Saturday night!" She replied, putting her phone in her purse and shutting her locker.

"What? With who? Do I know him?" Hodges sputtered as she turned to leave. "What kind of guy asks a beautiful woman out via text? I don't like this guy already." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Relax, Hodges. He's a good guy. But thanks for being concerned. I'll let you know how it goes." Morgan patted his arms as she passed him.

"Not too many details." Hodges replied, holding up his hands in a defensive manner. "Just be safe. There are a lot of creeps out there."

She smiled at Hodges as she left the locker room. If only he knew who the potential creep was.

Morgan sighed, as she locked her car door behind her and headed for police headquarters. Her last shift of the week. She was actually looking forward to the weekend for a change. Her normal routine had become pretty boring as of late. Her few friends that did not work at the crime lab were in steady relationships,not leaving much weekend time for her.

"Hey, how's it going?" Greg jogged a few steps and appeared at her side. She had been so busy daydreaming about the upcoming weekend, she'd walked right by his car. He flashed her a quick smile.

Automatically, Morgan grinned back. "Not too bad, lets hope it is a quiet night. I can't be too tired for tomorrow night!"

"Nope, you have to bring your A game, when going out with Greg Sanders." He replied with another grin. They'd moved to go up the stairs of the parking garage. Greg fell a step behind and placed his hand on her back as she moved up the stairs. Morgan tried not to let it affect her. It didn't work. At the top of the stairs, Greg reached out for the door, just then someone opened it from the other side and startled the two of them. Morgan took a step back, running into Greg. He took full advantage of the situation and placed both hands on her sides to steady her. The officer who had just come out of the door, waved his apologies for startling the two and headed down the stairs, barely slowing down. The door slammed shut in his wake. Greg reached around Morgan to open the door, not realizing how close to Morgan he was now. One week ago, he would have moved back. Today, he stood his ground, leaving his hand on her side.

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*Sorry all, I couldn't think of a decent ending***