A/N: I decided to add a second chapter to this story to finish it off. Be warned, this is cheesy, cheesy romance and nothing more. It deserves to have smut at the bottom, but I couldn't make myself write it. Maybe one day.

Saturday afternoon found Greg pacing in his living room. This date he had asked Morgan on had thrown him for a loop. Was it a real date? Did she see it that way?
He hadn't been able to talk to her on Friday after arriving at work. They'd been sent on separate cases and Greg ended up putting in a couple of hours overtime.
Greg stopped wandering his living room and looked around. After he'd woken up this morning, he'd tidied up the place, and cleaned up a few things. Now he was really unsure how to kill two hours before he had to pick up Morgan. Too much time for his anxiety to build. He'd planned to take Morgan to a really nice restaurant that could be considered romantic. Would she be expecting it or would she be uneasy, thinking this was just a fun and not real date? He figured he had one shot with her and if he screwed it up, any chance of a second date would be gone.

At Morgan's place, she was similarly occupied worrying about this date. Her fears mirrored Greg's. Was this a real date that could lead to more? She thought so, but didn't want to be wrong. She walked over to her closet and started taking inventory of her clothing. Greg could really surprise her. The dinner could be a picnic in the outlying mountains or at a sports bar. His tastes were quite varied. She'd look silly wearing heels to a picnic, or jeans to a fancy restaurant. Mulling it over she decided she needed to text him to find out what to wear. Pulling out her phone, she paused as she tried to find an eloquent way to ask what to wear. Finally she typed,
Hey, what should I wear tonight? She rolled her eyes and pressed send, wishing she could think of something witty to type.

Greg jumped as his cell phone beeped. He noticed it was a text from Morgan. He had a brief worry that she was calling to cancel before he read her text. He smiled to himself. Dress to Impress. was his reply.

Morgan smiled to herself as she read his text. She had the perfect outfit to wear. "I'll knock your socks off, Greg Sanders." She said as she opened the closet,
rummaging for the perfect dress.

Six thirty came and Morgan was just giving herself yet another glance in the mirror as Greg rang the bell. Quickly, she darted out of the bedroom for the door, before slowing down trying not to seem too eager. Her butterflies were back. She'd dressed to impress, but was still a little worried that Greg had intended for this evening to be a fun night, and not a real date.

She opened the door to find a very handsome man grinning nervously at her. He'd put on a navy suit, printed shirt and the most adorable bow tie. His hair was gelled and spiked just the way she liked it. Wow, she thought. Outwardly, she smiled. "Hello handsome!" she said, blatently admiring him from head to toe in a slightly joking manner.

She looked back up at Greg's eyes and found them giving her the once over as well. She'd worn a bright blue dress, low cut with a ripple of extra fabric embellishing the low cut neckline, showing of a good amount of cleavage. The dress hugged every curve of the waist and hips. Greg's eyes followed down to view her shapely legs highlighted by a pair of silver high heels. He looked back up to Morgan's face, framed by beautiful blond curls. All rational thought processes seemed to have been shut down. His first thought was to reach out and pull her towards him in a long kiss. He mentally shook it away and tried to think of something, anything to say that didn't sound like he was a dirty old man with one thing on his mind.

Gathering his thoughts, he said the first clean thing that came to mind,"Morgan, you look even more beautiful than usual tonight."

This caught Morgan off guard as she looked up at Greg. There was not even a hint of a smile on his face as his eyes studied hers. She swallowed hard. With those words, all worries about what type of date this would be vanished. He wanted her and she wanted him. Braver now, she quickly put her hand on his upper arm and leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Thank you" she said softly as she slowly lowered back down, lingering ever so slowly just past his own lips.

It was Greg's turn to swallow hard. He could feel the electricity coursing through his veins, energized by her touch on his arm. He wanted badly to lean down and take her into a kiss. But she had backed away and grabbed her purse. She turned to lock her front door, giving Greg a few seconds to cool himself down.

"I'm ready." Morgan said as she turned back to face him, blond waves bouncing around her shoulders.

He held out his elbow for her as she smiled and slipped her hand through.

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Morgan and Greg had talked about work on the way over, to the restaurant, giving each of them a chance to cool down from the unexpected intensity of the attraction they had each felt when Greg had come to get her.

"I hope you like this place." said Greg as he turned his vehicle into the parking lot of a small restaurant. "I actually found it by accident years ago. I processed a robbery here and during the time I was processing, I had no less than three random people off the street ask me if it would be opened for dinner that night. They were really mad that their dinner reservations were in jeopardy. I decided to try it out and it is quite good."

Laughing, Morgan replied, "It looks nice. I'm sure it will have excellent food." She paused as she felt the flutters in her stomach return. How could a guy she has worked with for so long, managed to rattle her thoughts so much? Without thinking, she put her hands on her stomach in an attempt to calm her nerves.

Noticing her reaction, Greg was suddenly worried. "Are you feeling okay?"

For some reason, Morgan decided to tell the truth. "To be honest, Greg. I'm a bit nervous."

Greg let out a breath of air he didn't even know he was holding. He looked down at her and smiled. "So am I." Leaning forward a bit, he continued,"But I think I know how to calm our nerves a little bit."

Morgan moved closer to him, the unmistakable attraction pulling her towards him.

Greg searched Morgan's eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation and finding none.

Morgan couldn't take it anymore and closed the remaining distance between them. She kissed him softly on the lips. Greg returned the kiss, lifting his hand up to her head, running her golden curls in between his fingers. They kissed for another minute, lost in the feeling of finally revealing their true thoughts and desires to each other.

Greg broke away first. "If we want to keep our reservation, we should probably go in now." He whispered, backing away a little to make eye contact with Morgan.

"Right." replied Morgan softly and reluctantly. "It's probably a good idea." She would have preferred to stay in the car, necking like teenagers. But it was time to continue with the date.

They opened their car doors and Greg walked around to meet Morgan, reaching for her hand. She smiled to herself, enjoying the contact with him.

Once inside the door, there was another couple waiting to be seated in front of them. Morgan looked around at the quaint Italian restaurant. It was understated and subtly decorated. The lights were dim, with candles on each table. Morgan stood beside Greg, moving close enough so their shoulders touched. She reveled at the warmth. Greg reached his hand up to Morgan's back and lightly dragged his fingers down her spine. Oh my God. Morgan thought, desire bubbling up from her stomach. All she wanted to do was to turn around and take Greg right where he stood.

Greg looked down at Morgan, fingers still splayed on her lower back. She rewarded him with a big, bright smile. Unable to resist, he leaned down and softly kissed her forehead. Morgan's eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation of his lips on her.

The hostess interrupted them with a soft clearing of her throat. The duo looked up and followed the hostess to their table.

Once seated, Greg immediately reached for her hand, loosely intertwining their fingers.

Morgan smiled softly at him, "I"m really happy to be here. Thanks for asking me to dinner."

Greg returned the smile. "I just wish I did it earlier. I was an idiot."

The next time Morgan noticed the time, Greg had just asked for the check. She'd gotten lost, enjoying her time with Greg. They had talked and laughed about not only work but shared stories about their childhood. Morgan's eyes were sparkling as she conversed with Greg. She'd barely noticed the patrons around them as they came and went. Every time he caressed her hand or shot her a cheeky grin, butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Why had she waited so long to go out with him? This was easily the best first date she'd ever been on. Heck, it was probably the best date she'd ever been on, period.

The waiter came back with a piece of paper instead of the check. "This was left for you two." He handed the piece of paper to Greg and disappeared.

Morgan and Greg shared quizzical glances as Greg unfolded the note. He read it silently, brow furrowing.

"Is it bad? What on earth can it say?" asked Morgan.

Greg paused. He hesitated telling Morgan. How would she take the note? Would it scare her? However, seeing no other way out, he handed it over to her and shrugged.

Morgan reached out and took the note, reading silently.

We were here celebrating our 40th wedding anniversary tonight when we noticed the two of you come in. You reminded us of ourselves when we were your age, young and in love. Your future possibilities are endless. The way you two were lost in your own world and only had eyes for each other is exactly what young love is. Please enjoy the meal on us and we wish you two as many years together as we have had.

Morgan was thankful for the low lighting in the restaurant. Embarrassment flooded her face. Were her feelings really that obvious that a total stranger was able to pick up on them? She looked down again, pretending to study the note.

Greg watched Morgan carefully. Was this note going to scare her off?

Morgan searched for something to say to fill the suddenly awkward silence. Greg sat there, just as silent.

Unable to find a way to dismiss the words on the letter, Morgan gave up. "Our feelings towards each other are that obvious?" She paused and then continued.
"I guess other people saw what we were afraid to see in ourselves."

Greg leaned forward, face breaking into a big grin. "I've known for a while." He pointed his finger at Morgan, "Other people were not as sure."

"It's not my fault you couldn't take a hint!" Morgan leaned forward, arms resting on their table.

"Well, maybe you didn't hint very well." Greg mirrored Morgan's movements and eyed her with a smirk.

"Next time I go shopping for some sexy underwear, I'll make sure to tell you that I'm buying them just for you. Is that enough of a hint?" She arched her eyebrow as she said this.

"It's a start."

Morgan lowered her voice and leaned even closer to Greg. "Well, I went shopping yesterday before work and picked out something you may like. You wanna see?" She searched his face as he processed what she said.

"I got that hint. Shall we go?" Greg stood up, quickly throwing a tip on the table before coming around to lace his hands through Morgan's.