A/N- this is nothing but fluff and a bit of smut at the end. No real plot here! Thanks for reading!

After a long, tedious shift of lab work, Greg and Morgan were eager to get out of the lab and head home. The two of them walked down the stairs and into the parking garage, lost in the friendly banter they had so long ago perfected.

"You owe me breakfast for slogging though that disgusting mystery garbage can." Said Morgan, elbowing Greg. "Don't try to get out of it."

"I'm not trying to get out of it. I just thought that you may not be hungry after losing 'rock, paper, scissors' and having to dig through the slop and rotting food in there." Teased Greg, raising his eyebrow at her.

Morgan smiled up at Greg. They kept eye contact a little longer than normal. Greg looked away, continuing to smile. Secretly, he was thrilled Morgan had agreed to go out to breakfast with him. He'd take whatever time he could get with her. He was crazy about her, but for many reasons, too afraid to do something about it.

Greg was about to say something else, when he noticed a nicely dressed older man and woman walking towards him. The man was tall, thin and looked like an older version of himself. Shocked, he exclaimed "Mom, Dad. What are you doing here?" as he walked up to the pair and gave his mom a hug.

Morgan hung back a step. This was a surprise. Greg had not mentioned anything about his parents coming for a visit, but she was secretly very intrigued to meet Greg's parents. He didn't say much about his folks, but when he did, he spoke highly of them. However, she realized that the unexpected arrival of his parents meant that she wouldn't be going out for breakfast with Greg. Quickly she mulled it over and decided It was a trade off that she was willing to make to meet his parents.

Morgan watched as Greg was released from his mom's bear hug and greeted his father with a handshake. Greg's mom spoke first. "We got a last minute deal to come here for a few days and thought we'd surprise you. We got in late last night and figured we'd ask if you wanted to come for brunch with us."

Morgan studied Mrs. Sanders. She was well dressed, with a pair of beige dress Capri pants and a red tank top, embellished with small jewels sewn along the collar. Her jewelry was subdued and she wore just a touch of make up. Greg's mother turned her attention to Morgan, studying the young CSI for a second before Greg noticed and introduced Morgan to his parents. He mentally reviewed his past conversations with his parents. Did he say anything incriminating about his feelings towards Morgan? His mom, a very perceptive woman, had asked him if he had feelings for Morgan once. He'd denied it, but doubted his mom had believed that denial. Even though he was fast approaching forty, he did not want to be embarrassed by his parents.

"Oh, Greg has mentioned you. He speaks very highly of you." was all Mrs. Sanders said to Greg's relief.

"Well, he's a great CSI and very knowledgeable. I really enjoy working with him. In fact, we just spent the night working on a case and Greg was the one who figured out who was responsible." Morgan smiled at Greg and gave his bicep a squeeze.

"But it was your trash can soup that gave me the clue." Greg smiled back, unable to stop the tips of his ears from turning red.

"Well, it was a good time!" laughed Morgan. "Have a good brunch with your folks. But I'm not letting you forget that you still owe me a breakfast." She turned to say goodbye to Greg's parents. Mrs. Sanders quickly figured out they'd interrupted some sort of plan the two had. Knowing how her son felt about this young blond CSI before her, she decided to invite her to breakfast with them. It would be interesting to see if there were any sparks between the two. It may also help move things along. Like most mothers of grown kids, she was itching for grand kids.

"Wait," called Mrs. Sanders. "We don't want to intrude on any plans you two had. Morgan, why don't we all go out together?"

Morgan looked at Greg who just shrugged. "Why not?" she said, "I'd love to hear stories of Greg when he was young. I'd appreciate some blackmail stories to keep stored in my brain." She winked at Greg and smiled.

The four hopped in Greg's SUV and headed for the CSI's regular diner. Mrs. Sanders had insisted Morgan sit up front with Greg so she could sit in the back with her husband and take in the sights. On the way to the diner, Mrs. Sanders filled Greg in on their decision to come to Las Vegas and where they had decided to stay.

Once in the diner parking lot, they all hopped out and started towards the entrance. Greg hung back a little, letting his parents go through the diner door first. Morgan noticed and slowed down to match his pace. "Are you okay with me being here?" she asked, "If you want to have a visit alone with them, I completely understand'

"No, I'm happy to spend time with you and my parents. I'm just surprised you wanted to come." They'd reached the entrance to the diner. :"Surprised, but happy." Greg opened up the door and motioned for Morgan to go in. She thanked him and walked past him. Greg stepped behind her, briefly putting his hand on her lower back as they walked into the diner. His touch sent shivers up Morgan's spine and unconsciously she stood a bit closer to him as the four of them waited to be seated.

It had turned out to be quite a nice breakfast, mused Greg later that evening as he sat in the break room sipping on a coffee before shift started. Greg found his mom on her best behaviour. She didn't share anything too awkward or embarrassing and Morgan filled the Sanders in on life in the crime lab with their son. After returning to the police headquarters to drop both Morgan and his parents at their cars, Greg had promised to meet up with his parents the next evening, after sleeping during the day. Tonight was their last shift of the week and his mom wanted to spend some time with her only child. His mom had been full of ideas on what to see and do on the famous Las Vegas Strip and Greg had no idea what he might end up doing on his night off with them.

Just then his cell phone buzzed. Expecting a text from Russell, he glanced at the phone, surprised that it was a text from his mother.

We had a great time at breakfast. I got four Cirque du Soleil tickets for tomorrow night. Thought you may want to bring Morgan so you're have someone your age to sit with, instead of you and two old fogies.

Greg read the text with surprise. That was presumptuous, getting a ticket for Morgan. After she'd driven off in the parking lot this morning, Mrs Sanders had turned to Greg and politely inquired about the state of Greg and Morgan's relationship. Greg told her that there was no relationship and his mom had let it go. Greg thought that would be the end of it. Evidently not. He couldn't decide whether to ask Morgan to go to the Cirque show or not. He could just lie to his mom and say she was working tonight. He knew she had the night off as well but, asking a woman to double date with his parents? As much as he longed to ask Morgan out on a real date, this was not the type of date he wanted to bring Morgan on, especially a first date.

While Greg was mulling over his decision, Morgan walked into the break room and immediately went for a coffee. He watched her choose a mug, pour the coffee and then finish it off to her liking before she came and sat down across from him.

"Hey," she smiled. "I had fun with your parents this morning. They're really fun."

Greg sighed, "Evidently they feel the same about you."

"What's so bad about that? " Morgan said in mock anger, putting one hand on her hip.

"Well, my mom texted me and she got us all tickets to a Cirque du Soleil show for tomorrow. By all, I mean you too. She asked me to invite you along so I'd have someone to go along and keep me company." Greg shrugged his shoulders. "She basically tried to arrange a play date for me."

Morgan was touched. She ignored Greg's joke." I'd love to go see a Cirque show with you- and your family." she added quickly. "You know, I've never really done the whole Las Vegas strip tourist thing. The only way I've seen a casino is if I've gone to process it as a crime scene."

Greg's eyebrows rose. "You've never gone to watch the Bellagio fountains, seen the interior of the Venetian or just walk the strip and people watch?"

"Not as an adult. Once I moved back here, I really had no reason to do that. I don't have many friends outside of work here and the very rare date I'd go on, the guy would try to surprise me with some 'local's only' place." Morgan smiled at Greg as she continued. "Maybe we can do some of the stuff you suggested tomorrow night?"

Before Greg could agree, Russell walked in, followed closely by the rest of the night shift and another night on the job had begun