A/N- quick one I wrote this week, after being reminded of an old episode. Nothing too exciting.

"Man, nasty weather out there." Said Greg, coming into the break room and sitting beside Morgan.

"Yeah, flood watches in some places. It could be a rough night. I hope there are no crime scenes to go to tonight." Said Morgan as she took a sip of hot coffee. "I got pretty wet just coming into work tonight. My umbrella was useless in this wind."

Just then Russell came in with some bad news. "Sorry you two. Hit and run out in Henderson. Crime scene is washing away rapidly as we speak. Can you guys go ASAP and see what you can salvage?"

"Sure thing Russell." Said Morgan standing up, with Greg following her lead.

The two left the breakroom and headed for the locker room. "Make sure you grab a change of clothes." Greg reminded Morgan. "I have a feeling it is going to be a wet night.

She smiled as she reached into her locker for her spare outfit.

The two were able to hop into the Denali under the dryness of the parking garage, but once into the street, the rain splattered sideways on the car as the windshield wipers struggled to keep up.

"This doesn't bode well for the evidence." Greg said as he drove slowly and carefully through the rain.

"We are going to be soaked through after this." Morgan replied, turning her head to look into the dark, rainy night.

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The crime scene came into view as Greg drove down the winding highway, with small gravel shoulders, metal barricades and long drops off on either side. Bright flood lights had been erected on the side of the road, in hopes of helping the first responders. Instead it helped illuminate the driving rain. Fire and ambulance had long gone, leaving only a few police cars and electric flares to show there had been an accident recently.

Once at the crime scene, Greg pulled off to the side of the road and parked. A soaking wet Dectetive Crawford, who had attempted to stay dry with a long raincoat, popped his head into the car. He filled them in on the scene. "Our working theory is that the Blue Chevy crossed the centre line, taking out the Volkswagon bug. The bug rolled right into the metal barrier. Driver was unresponsive when paramedics arrived, it doesn't look good. We attempted to set up a canopy, but the wind is too strong. Most of your evidence has probably washed its way down the mountain. So do what you can. Only larger pieces of vehicle remain."

Greg's left side was already damp from just opening the window and listening to Crawford. He rolled up the window and turned to Morgan.

"This is a mess. I'll take perimeter. Do you want to photograph evidence. Or what's left of it?"

"Sure." She stuck a hat on her head and pulled the hood of her long, police issued raincoat tight. Greg followed her lead.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

The two popped out of the vehicle and ran to the back to grab supplies.

The two worked efficiently and quickly, gathering as much evidence as was left. The driving rain, unrelentless. The rain pelted their faces, dripping down their faces, onto their chin and down, underneath their raincoats. Their galoshes were just as ineffective as keeping them dry.

Finally Greg made the call. He jogged over to Morgan. "Do you need anything else done?"

"No I'm done. Can we get out of here now?"

"Yeah. It's a long drive back, nearest restaurant is 30 min away. Way to long to stay in our wet clothes. Do you want to change in the van and I'll wait out here?" Greg said as water dripped of the peak of his hat.

"Then where are you going to change? I'm not getting out of that van once I'm in dry clothes." Morgan looked at him and shrugged. "Look, I'm freezing cold and starting to shiver. I'm sure you are too. I am in desperate need of coffee and hot soup. I'll change in the front seat and you change in the back seat. I trust there will be no peeking, Sanders?"

In spite of feeling cold and miserable, he gave her a great big grin. "I'll be good, I promise."

"Good, now lets get naked!" Morgan smirked at him and ran for the car. Greg followed, a step behind.

Once safely in the vehicle, Greg and Morgan took off their outwear. Morgan handing her rain coat and boots to Greg to put on the floor in the back seat. Greg reached into the rear of the car, fished around for a bag and handed Morgan her clothes.

"Thanks" She said, taking out a hair elastic and throwing her hair in a tight bun.

Greg watched her with amusement. Morgan caught his eye as she turned towards him.

"Okay, I'm getting changed now. Eyes over there until I say so." She pointed to the back of the SUV.

Greg made a pouty face but nodded and turned away from her.

The two of them proceeded to change out of their damp clothing, making sure to keep their eyes averted. Morgan slipped on her dry shirt, reveling in feeling now dry. Figuring Greg had finished before her, she turned around.

"Hey! No peeking!" called Greg as he was caught off guard. He had changed into a button down shirt and had just started buttoning his shirt when Morgan turned around.

"Sorry." Shrugged a clearly not sorry Morgan, getting a nice look at Greg's chest.

Greg just shook his head.

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Back at the lab, the two were in the break room, enjoying a warm coffee and hot food. Sara walked in and smiled at the two as she grabbed a snack and sat down at the table with them.

"So, how wet did you get?" She asked, smirking.

"Soaked." Replied Greg, barely looking up from scarfing down his chili.

"To the bone." Morgan volunteered, similarly polishing off a bowl of soup.

"Did you drive home in your wet clothing?" She looked from one CSI to the other, watching them both devour their meals.

"Nope, we did the change in the car thing." Said Morgan, getting up to throw out her now empty soup bowl.

"Really?" Sara smirked, now quite interested. "That must have been interesting." She added, eyebrows raised, glancing from one to the other.

"Don't get all suspicious." Morgan scoffed, shaking her head at Sara. "We kept our eyes to ourselves."

"Mmm hmm," said Sara, clearly not believing her. "Or at least one of you kept your eyes to yourselves." She turned to give Greg a pointed look.

"I was a perfect gentleman. Unlike other people, I've never seen my co worker naked." He said giving Sara a pointed stare in return.

Sara burst out laughing.

"What?" Asked Morgan, clearly confused.

"I've seen Greg naked before." Sara said straight faced.

"You what? Really?" Morgan shrieked, laughing. "What's the story behind that?" She looked over at Greg who had sat back in his chair. He shrugged his shoulders.

"We were at a crime scene and found mold. We needed to be decontaminated immediately. Hazmat suits set up a tent outside the house and they pretty much marched us out of the house and into the tent. They stripped us and literally hosed us down.. There was no privacy or anything."

"Wow, that sounded pretty scary." Morgan said, leaning on the table, wrapped up in the story. "So, how did you end up seeing Greg naked?"

"Easy, I looked." She shrugged as she reached for her coffee cup.

Morgan laughed again and looked over at Greg.

"I would like to point out, once again that I did not peek. I was a perfect gentleman and kept my eyes closed. Once again, unlike my colleague." He reminded her with a grin.

"I didn't see anything" Morgan waved him off. "Nothing I wouldn't see at a pool."

"Oh, I saw it all." Volunteered Sara, unable to hold back a smirk.

"Well, next time I have the opportunity to see a female coworker naked, I'm taking it!" Greg stated forcefully, pointing at the two ladies.

D.B. Russell picked that time to wander into the break room. He stopped, a little confused. "I probably don't want to know, do I?"