A/N-Just a fluff piece while waiting for wannabewriter07 to finish Holiday Hang Ups!

Bells jangled as Morgan opened the door to the vintage record shop Greg had mentioned while they were on a recent case. She walked in and stopped, taking in the brightly coloured shop. Lining the walls were vintage posters of old school talent. Crooners, rock stars and of course Elvis Presley were all represented. Their posters, giving the store a perfect retro vibe. Morgan followed a small path, past the collections of record bins to the cash register.

She wanere over to the register and waited while a handsome man finished a conversation with a customer over the phone.

"Sorry, about that. With the Hipster culture, we've been swamped lately. What can I help you with?" Said the man behind the counter.

Morgan smiled back. "My name is Morgan Brody. I ordered a Sinatra record the other day and you called and said it was ready for pick up."

"Sure, let me duck down and take a look." The man dropped below the counter hunting through a small drawer. Morgan could only see the top of his head. "This is a great record, is it for yourself?" He asked, popping up with the record and placing it on the counter for Morgan to view.

"It's actually for a colleague of mine. He had a bit of a rough time lately and I thought it would cheer him up." She replied. Inwardly she hoped that Greg would see this gift as a gift towards something more. She knew she wanted more with him, but she wasn't sure if Greg was still into her or not. She hoped this would be a hint for him.

"Wow, that's a great gift for a colleague. What kind of work do you do that's so rough?" Asked the cashier. Morgan got a look at his name tag, which read Tom.

"Law Enforcement. We're CSI's." Morgan explained.

"CSI's eh?" Said Tom, now giving his full attention to Morgan. He'd stopped wrapping up the album and turned to face her. "I have a buddy who's a-" Tom's eyes widened all of a sudden and he laughed with recognition. "Oh My, you're THE Morgan." He said with excitement.

"Yes?" she replied quizzically.

"Is there any chance this is for Greg Sanders?" Tom smiled as he returned to wrapping the album and carefully putting it in a bag.

Surprised, Morgan nodded her head. "Your buddy is Greg?" she guessed.

"Yeah, we've been friends for a long time now. We were such the party animals back in our 20's." Morgan could see Tom mentally replaying some great night as he looked in the distance. "We were pretty wild. We loved music. We hit up all the clubs and bars and saw as many acts as possible. Those were the days." Tom nodded his head wistfully. "I haven't seen much of him lately though. He still pops in every once in a while after his shift and we talk music. I got married and had a couple of kids, so our embarrassing stories kind of tapered off."

"Stories? Embarrassing ones? I really need to hear something! I'd love to go back to the crime lab with something." Morgan clasped her hands in delight. "You've got to give me something."

"Alright, just one. But it involves you." Tom took the credit card Morgan handed him. "And he is going to kill me when he finds out I told you." He winked, but continued his story. " So a little while ago, we went out for beers one night. Greg couldn't stop talking about this new girl at work. He said they had a new CSI, Morgan, that had transferred from San Diego. Then, he said, "She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." Of course we teased him because, to Greg, every woman is beautiful. But he got really serious insisted that he meant it this time. So whenever we'd have the chance, We'd ask him if he'd asked "the most beautiful woman in the world" out yet. We hounded him to ask you out. He finally admitted that it was the Sheriff of Las Vegas' daughter and couldn't do it. So I guess that was you. He never did ask you out, did he?"

Morgan shook her head and smiled ruefully.

"Well, with this album, don't be surprised if he finally works up the nerve. It's quite a generous gift for a colleague." Tom handed back Morgan's credit card and handed her a bag with the album inside it. "He'll be back to admiring you in no time."

"Thanks" Morgan replied. "If I need to hear any more embarrassing Greg stories, I will certainly come back."

Tom waved as Morgan exited the store, beaming.

In the days after giving Greg his gift, he seemed to be back to his usual, chipper self but Morgan hadn't had time to speak with him. They were working different cases and whenever Morgan was around the lab, it seemed Greg was out at a crime scene. He'd texted her that he'd listened to the entire album and thanked her again, but they hadn't even had a conversation that was more than three words. Each time they saw each other, it seemed to be a quick hello was all they had time for.

Finally, the two were sent on a case together. Morgan generously agreed to let Greg drive as so she could think of something to say. It was Greg who spoke first. "Thanks again for the Sinatra record. That was really thoughtful." He said it without taking his eyes off the road.

Morgan smiled, it was time to have some fun. "Was it the most beautiful thing you'd ever laid eyes on?" She said with a cheeky grin.

"Shit" said Greg, laying his head back on the seat's headrest. "You went to Vintage Vinyl and I see you met Tom. What other embarrassing things did he tell you?"

Morgan laughed again. "If you think I'm going to spill everything at once, you're crazy."

He felt very vulnerable all of a sudden. Greg knew he'd be popping in to visit Tom very soon. He'd mentioned a lot about Morgan to Tom and his buddies. The guys had teased him, laughing at his reluctance to ask her out. He'd never been shy about asking out women before, but Morgan was different. There was a lot more at stake if she said either yes or no. He preferred to admire her from afar. Greg needed to know how much Tom had said to Morgan.

Morgan looked over and saw how embarrassed Greg looked. "Everything he told me was very sweet." She decided to go for it. "Very sweet." She added softly, a soft grin forming on her lips.

Surprised Greg looked over and caught her expression. "Well, would you like to come over and listen to the record with me sometime?

"Sure, I'll bring the wine."

"Saturday?"

"Saturday."

Greg looked back at the road. Was it really that easy to ask her out? He'd been sweating about it for a long time.

Saturday night found Morgan sitting on Greg's leather couch, glass of wine in one hand and a Sinatra record providing background noise. They'd ordered in pizza and Greg had shown her his vast record collection. He had made her feel at ease, that and a couple of glasses of wine. After the pizza, they'd moved over to Greg's couch after Greg had put on the record Morgan had given her. Greg was sitting beside her, angled in her direction. He was telling her a story of his college days. Morgan smiled as she watched his eyes sparkle and face break out into a grin as he recounted the tale of a long, drunken walk home from a bar that ended in a stranger's kitchen.

As he told his tale, talking animatedly, Morgan listened but couldn't keep her eyes off of his face. There was just something about him that drew her to him. He challenged her at work, encouraging her to learn more and he never treated her as a dumb blond. Yet, he looked out for her and made it obvious he cared for her. Maybe it was the wine, but she started thinking it was time to do more than chat. Subtly, she maneuvered herself a bit closer to Greg, who was still caught up in his story, unaware of the very thing he'd been wanting was about to occur. Morgan put her wine glass down. She studied his face for a second and then leaned forward and gave Greg a soft kiss on the lips. Greg didn't hesitate. He returned the kiss just as softly.

They pulled apart slowly, only far enough to look each other in the eye. Morgan's soft smile, met Greg's big grin. She put her hand on his shoulder, wanting more contact and kissed him again. Greg reached for her waist as he savoured the taste of the wine, still on her tongue. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Morgan's hands made her way up the back of his neck, one hand combing through his hair. Wanting to be closer still, Morgan moved to straddle Greg. With that move, Greg breathed her name quietly as she broke the kiss. She gave him one more smile before closing her mouth on his once more.

TBC..