A/N I don't own a smart car, nor have any particular affinity towards them. Somehow this story seemed to turn out like a paid product placement for them.

"It's all yours!" Said D.B Russell, patting Greg on the back. "Just keep it clean. It goes back to the car rental agency in twenty four hours."

Greg looked at the lime green Smart Car in front of him. The garage suddenly seemed so much bigger with a tiny car parked in the middle of it

Greg looked over at his supervisor. Despite telling Greg the car was his for processing, Russell hadn't left. He'd walked over to the tiny car and peered inside the window.

"The Missus always thought these cars were cute. I was told to forget it. There is no way I'd fit into one." Russell opened the driver's side door and folded his long body into the seat. Putting his hands on the steering wheel he gave a laugh.

"I fit!" He exclaimed excitedly. "This is really neat!" D.B. looked around the interior of the car. "There's even room for my kit." He pointed into the small space in the back that passed for a trunk.

Greg laughed as he watched his supervisor unfurl himself out of the car and shut the door. "I can't see myself cruising around Vegas in one of these. I'll stick to my car thanks."

D.B. laughed again. "Okay, fine, but you get to enjoy the car today. "

Just then Morgan walked into the garage. Her long hair was swishing behind her, tied up in a high pony tail. Her baggy blue police overalls overalls were just a little too big on her tiny frame. She looks so adorable. Thought Greg as she walked over to the two men. Greg couldn't help but grin as she stopped in front of them.

"Nice car, Greg." she said, jerking her head in the direction of the small car. "What did you need my help for, Russell?" She said, turning her attention back to her supervisor.

"Morgan, how tall are you? Five feet four?" Asked Russell.

"I am exactly five foot four." She replied, 'Why is it so important I help out Greg process the tiny smart car? I'm sure Greg can handle such a little car." She shot a quizzical look at Greg who was watching her speak. He shrugged and smiled, hoping she hadn't realized he'd stopped listening to Russell and was admiring Morgan in her jumpsuit.

"This isn't the actual car the murder took place in. We rented this little cutie. Here's the basics." D. B. started to fill Morgan in on the particulars of the case. "The victim, James Devlin was shot to death in the front seat of his smart car up at a local lovers lane. His fiance, Trina Masters, said he attacked her and pulled out a gun. She shot him in self defense. That's what she says, but the body was found in the front seat, and the bullet went out the little window back here."

D.B. walked over to the car and pointed to the small rear window on the driver's side of the car. "Basically I need the two of you to go over the case files and climb around in the car to figure out if she's telling the truth. The way the body was found, there's something fishy about it."

"Sounds interesting." Replied Morgan. "I'm sure Greg and I can figure it out." It sounded like a good case, but she was just happy to get a chance to work with Greg.

"There's one more thing..." mused D.B. trying to figure out a way to tell Morgan tactfully.

"What?" She looked at D.B and then at Greg. Neither would look her in the eye. Greg had suddenly found the case file in his hand fascinating. "What?" she said again.

"The thing is, according to Trina, they were starting to get intimate when Devlin was shot."

"What!" Exclaimed Morgan. "You want Greg and I to reenact that?" Morgan's eyes were wide and she screeched the last sentence.

Russell laughed. Greg continued to examine the case file very closely. As much as he'd fantasized about that with her, he wanted the real thing. He did not want to be tortured by being so close to Morgan and keeping professional.

"I'm just saying that I hope you didn't eat tuna for lunch. You may be getting a little close, crawling around the car together." He replied as he inched his way out the door. "You two have fun and keep it clean!" Russell chuckled to himself as he hastily left the garage. He had hesitated in asking Morgan to help Greg. It was obvious the two had feelings for each other and he was voluntarily putting them in close quarters with a sexual component. The problem was, the victim was built similar to Greg and the suspect was petite, like Morgan. Standard dummies used as body doubles would be useless in a case like this. Yeah, that's why. Thought Russell as he made his way back to the office. If it all works out, maybe I'll get an invite to their wedding.

Back in the garage, an uncomfortable Morgan studied the case file she'd taken from Greg's hand. He'd busied himself with putting stickers throughout the car with great care. The red sticker at the back of the driver's side window was where the bullet shattered the window. The black piece of tape was where the gun was found and the white tape outline highlighted where James Devlin lost his life.

Okay, Brody. Said Morgan, giving herself a pep talk. There is no actual sex involved. You have worked with Greg on many cases that involved sex. This is not a big deal. Morgan wiped her sweaty palms on her jumpsuit. She looked back at the tiny car, the interior had seemed to get smaller since D.B. had left. I'm supposed to crawl inside that car and spend the next few hours in close quarters with the guy I've got a massive crush on?

She walked over to the nearby table and put the file down. She looked up and saw Greg peering over at her.

"So, ah," said Greg, trying to figure out what to say. "Do you want to get in the car and see what we can find?"

Trying to appear professional and nonchalant, Morgan replied, "Sure, we can start there." She moved over to the passenger car door and sat inside. Greg followed and sat down on the driver's side.

"These are bigger than I thought." Noticed Morgan as she looked around the interior of the car for the first time. "I guess you could have-" She cut herself off, suddenly not wanting to say the word 'sex', sitting so closely to Greg. "So," she changed topic quickly. "These two had an argument while fooling around and he just pulled out a gun?"

Greg turned to face Morgan. "The two had a volatile relationship. He's been arrested for domestic violence, bar room brawl and even drug trafficking." He shrugged and then looked out the front window before continuing. "Maybe their arguing was a turn on and it went too far?"

"You may be on to something. Make up sex is nothing new, but in this job,with the amount of kinky stuff I've been exposed to, that's vanilla."

Greg laughed. "You should have been around when we investigated a death at a plushie convention."

"What is a-?" Morgan turned her body to face Greg. "Pushie convention?"

"How about I tell you about it over breakfast? It's quite the story." He smiled down at her.

"So, back to rough sex in the car?" Morgan laughed nervously, not quite meeting his eyes. Suddenly she noticed how close they were.

"Ready to role play?" Greg smiled, trying not to betray how nervous he was. He offered her his hand.

Slowly she reached for it. Just holding his hand sent a tingling sensation through her. I'm in deep trouble now. She thought. Time to get into position. She reached out with her other hand and grabbed the driver's door handle as she moved to straddle him, mimicking the position Trina Masters had said was in when she'd grabbed the gun.

Morgan lowered herself down, so she was sitting on his lap. She took an unsteady breath, trying to calm her racing heartbeat and the electricity that raced through her body.

Greg's reaction was similar. As much as he tried to think of cars and sports and any other distraction he'd used as a teenager, the woman he loved was sitting a mere inches from him, on his lap! He resisted the urge to reach out and cup her cheek, bringing her close to him. Instead, he inhaled, taking in the scent of her perfume. Big mistake. He looked up at Morgan. Her beautiful pink lips were slightly parted, begging him to lean in for a kiss. Here eyes were dark with lust. It was obvious she was just as turned on as he was.

Morgan swallowed as the space between the two of them seemed to shrink even more. Greg still had a hold of her left hand, but the touch wasn't enough anymore. She wanted more. All rational thought left her brain. She was no longer thinking about the case, she was thinking about the sweet, caring guy situated a mere inches from her. The man who had been there for her so many times. She'd never told him outright just how much he meant to her, but in the next few seconds she was going to show him.

"Morgan?" Greg whispered her name. She could feel his breath tickle her lips and involuntarily, she licked them.

"Yeah?" She replied, as she searched Greg's chocolate brown eyes for permission.

A hint of a smile formed on his face as she moved closer and planted a soft kiss on Greg's lips. Seizing the opportunity, he returned the kiss. The kiss was slow and lingering and everything each had imagined it would be. Morgan slowly moved her hands up Greg's chest, clasping them behind his neck. Similarly, Greg ran his hands over Morgan's hips, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. They enjoyed the next minute, finally giving in to what had been building over the past year.

Slowly the two broke away. They stayed close, each smiling as they gazed at each other.

"So," said Greg slowly. "Maybe instead of breakfast, we can go out for dinner?"

"I'd love that." She kissed him slowly once more and then broke away. "Shall we figure this puzzle out now?"

"Sure." Said Greg in a business like manner. "Lets follow the trajectory path of the bullet and see where it goes."

Morgan smiled and nodded.