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Chapter 4

Morgan and Greg left the Ballistics lab and checked with Archie to see if he had any news for them. He had managed to clear up the footage a bit more, so they could see their suspect kept his gun hidden in his right sleeve. His face was still not clearly visible.

"I'll keep working on that," Archie promised. Greg thanked him before leaving the AV-lab with Morgan. They returned to his office, where Sara was waiting for them. Greg frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard Ecklie's looking for you," she told him. "And I think I know why…"

She got up, walked over to the door and closed it before she continued: "How long did you guys expect to keep this all hidden? You're not telling me Ecklie wants to see you just to say 'hi', Greg, he wants to see you because you're going out with his daughter! Don't even try and deny it, I'm the last one you can fool!"

After looking at each other, they decided not to lie to Sara any longer.

"Okay, you're right!" Morgan confessed. "Just… please don't tell anyone! We promise we'll be more careful from now on, no one will find out anything, honestly! I'll talk to my Dad and make up some kind of story, okay? Just don't tell anyone… please!"

Sara sighed. "I must be crazy, but… okay, I won't tell anyone. Just be less obvious about it, okay? If you guys get any less careful, even Hodges will find out! In spite of your story, Greg! How are the kids this morning, by the way?"

She smiled teasingly at him. He rolled his eyes at her in return.

"Thank you so much, Sara, I swear we won't get you in trouble!" Morgan promised. A knock at the door ended their conversation.

"I'll see you guys later," Sara quickly said. She left the office, so Ecklie could enter. Greg felt his heart started to beat nervously.

"Dad, if this is about earlier, I'm telling you: it was nothing!" Morgan immediately said, trying to hide a sigh. All of a sudden it seemed like everyone was about to find out about her and Greg. "I know it's not exactly appropriate behavior between colleagues, so I assure you it will never happen again!"

At least not when you're around, she added in thought.

"I'm not here to talk about that, as suspiciously as that looked," Ecklie said to their surprise. "I'm here to talk to Greg about why he has never informed me that he has kids."

Morgan and Greg looked at each other for two seconds before they both started laughing.

"You're here to talk about that?" Greg laughed, feeling less nervous already. Ecklie, clearly not understanding their laughter, nodded. "Yes. You should have mentioned it to me, or Russell at least, because there are some special arrangements for parents. Didn't Catherine ever tell you?"

"Sir, I don't have kids," Greg said, still laughing. "It's just something I told Hodges to get him to shut up. I knew he would probably tell everyone else in the lab, I just didn't realize you'd take it this seriously. I'm sorry about that, but it's honestly just a story."

"Right." Ecklie nodded and closed a button on his jacket. "I think I'll have a word with Hodges then."

"Go easy on him, Dad, it was all just a joke," Morgan said with a smile.

"I'll see what I can do for you," Ecklie answered with a small nod. "How's your case going? You said an ex-colleague of you is a suspect?"

"Yeah, it looks like he's the one we're looking for," Morgan admitted. "We just need some more evidence to actually prove it."

"I'll let you get back to work then," Ecklie decided and he left Greg's office. Morgan grinned for a moment. "I can't believe he actually believed your story! If he ever finds out about us, it's going to be easy to make something up!"

"Let's not wait for that moment, okay?" Greg said, looking a little scared. Morgan squeezed his hand. "Don't worry, he won't find out about us!"

"Then maybe you should stop holding my hand, as much as I like it…" Greg suggested. Morgan quickly pulled her hand back. "Right, sorry! So, what's next? We know what kind of bullet the robber used, we have a blurry face from a security camera, we know the robber's sweater is made of cotton… How do we prove Tim is or isn't the guy we're looking for?"

"He said he was watching a pay-per-view movie during the robbery," Greg remembered from the questioning. "Let's first check if that's true."

He contacted the hotel and found out Tim did really order a pay-per-view, which was on during the robbery.

"Not much of an alibi, he could have easily left it on while he left the room," Morgan said. Greg nodded. "I agree! But… luckily for us, the hotel uses card keys with a chip in them which tells the computer exactly when a guest leaves or enters the room! They emailed me a copy of the details for Tim's room, I have it right here."

He moved away from the computer, so Morgan could look at the screen.

"The robbery took place around 8.30 in the morning," she knew. "That's at least when the band started playing and since we know Nikki was looking at the clock just before it all happened, we can be pretty sure that's the exact time. Tim left his room… at 8.10 in the morning."

"That's twenty minutes before the robbery took place," Greg said, looking at her. "He would have had plenty of time to take the elevator downstairs, wait in the casino for the band to start playing and then go to the hotel store."

"Let's see when he came back…" Morgan looked at the screen again. "Hmm, he didn't return to his room until a few hours later. He then stayed in his room for a while until he left again. Probably to come here, because he was already here when our shift started."

"What did he do during those few hours?" Greg asked, talking more to himself than to Morgan. "He still has the gun from the robbery, he can't just keep hiding it in his sleeve! I know he was wearing a baggy sweater, so it's probably not visible to everyone straight away, but… he can't just keep it with him while he's going out? And he has the money too… It's not much, but still…"

"Maybe he used it to buy breakfast somewhere," Morgan suggested. Greg looked at her again. "Would you go and buy breakfast somewhere with a gun hidden in your sleeve?"

"No," she admitted. "But then again I never would have believed Tim would rob a hotel store…"

She sighed and stared at the screen. Greg fought the urge to hug her. If they wanted to keep their relationship hidden, then hugging her at work wasn't the best idea! That's why he just said: "We need to find those clothes and the gun. Why don't we go back to the hotel and see if there's any place near the emergency exit where he could have hidden at least the gun. We could check his room too…"

Morgan sighed again before she said: "Yeah, you're right. Do you think we'll need a warrant to search his room?"

"I have a feeling he'll co-operate if you give him an extra smile," Greg teased her. She looked at him and gave him a half-smile. "Ha, ha, very funny. Let's just go, okay? I wanna get this over with!"

After speaking to detective Jenkins, they left for the Paradise Hotel with two police officers. First, they searched the area just outside the emergency exit to see if the robber could have hidden his gun and clothes somewhere over there. All that was outside of the door was an empty parking lot, though.

"Not even a dumpster, not even a trashcan!" Greg sighed. "Unless he dug up one of the sidewalk tiles, I think it's safe to say he didn't hide anything here!"

Morgan agreed with him.

"Let's go to his room then," she said, looking everything but happy about it. Greg gave her a reassuring look, which was all he could do as long as the two police offers were around.

Tim's room was on the sixth floor of the hotel. When he saw them after opening the door, he gave Morgan a huge smile. "I knew you'd come to see me again!"

"I'm not here to talk, Tim," she said seriously. "We're here to search your room."

"Ah, come on, Morgan, you don't believe I had something to do with that robbery!" he called out. She still didn't smile. He shook his head. "Come on, honey, you know I would never do something like that!"

"If you haven't done anything, I'm sure you won't mind us searching your room," Greg said, seeing how horrible his girlfriend felt about all of this. He didn't want her to have to go through this any longer.

"No… of course not," Tim said, now looking at Greg. "I guess you'd like me to step outside…"

"Please," Greg nodded. He waited till Tim had stepped into the hall before he entered the room. It was a standard hotel room: bed in the middle of the room, a little cupboard against the wall, the door to the bathroom on the right and of course a terribly artistic painting above the bed.

"Where do you wanna start?" Greg asked Morgan. She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't care really… Want me to check the bathroom?"

"Sure," Greg said. He put down his kit and started to search the room. He first checked the small cupboard, but all the drawers were empty. Next, he checked Tim's suitcase, which contained nothing unusual. The rest of the room didn't seem promising, so he went over to the bed. He pulled back the sheets one by one until he reached the matrass. Since he still hadn't found anything useful, he lifted the matrass to see if there was anything hidden under it. To his surprise, he found a photo album lying on the bottom of the bed. He carefully picked it up and opened it.

"Oh… my… God…" He felt he was about to faint when he looked at the photos. This couldn't be true!

"Morgan!" he called out.

"Did you find something?" She came out of the bathroom with her hands up to prevent her wet gloves from dripping on her shirt. "Please tell me you did, because you don't want to know where I have been checking!"

She took off her gloves and threw them into her opened kit.

"You should take a look at this," Greg said. Morgan almost didn't recognize his voice. She took a clean pair of gloves from her kit and walked over to him. "What did you find?"

Without saying another word, Greg showed her the photo album. He saw her eyes grow larger with astonishment.

"How did he… When did he…" Morgan stared at the photos in front of her in shock. All of the photos were of her: walking down the street, drinking coffee with her mother, even sunbathing at the beach!

"He has been following me!" she stammered. "He has just been following me for years! He's even got pictures of me when I'm at home! This is sick!"

Greg agreed with her, even though he loved to comment on the photo of her in her bikini.

"This was taken at the airport!" Morgan said, pointing at a picture on another page. "That's how he must have found out I was moving to Vegas… I can't believe he followed me!"

"Well, at least we can arrest him for…" Greg started, but Morgan interrupted him: "Oh my God, Greg! Look at this picture!"

She showed him the picture on the last page of the album. She heard Greg gasp. "That was taken outside my house!"

They stared at each other.

"He's been outside your house?" Morgan whispered. "He must have seen us together… What if he tells anyone? What if he has pictures of us together?"

"No," Greg immediately said. "I think we're all agreed here that he's interested in you. Seeing you together with another guy is not something he'd want to remember, so he would never take any photos of us together. But he'll probably know we've been dating, so we can't exactly confront him with this picture without risking everyone finding out about us…"

He sighed so deep Morgan smiled a little.

"Come on, I found something in the bathroom you need to see," she said. She walked back to the bathroom and closed the door after Greg had entered as well. Smiling, she put her arms around him.

"Everything's going to be alright," she told him with her sweetest smile. "Look on the bright side: at least now I have a reason never to see him again!"

Greg grinned for a moment.

"That's true!" he smiled. He quickly kissed her. She ran her hand through his hair and smiled at him. "Thank you for not saying anything about that bikini picture."

He grinned again. "Yet, right? You know I'll want that picture when we've solved this case!"

The beep of a cellphone interrupted their laughing.

"It's Archie," Greg said. "He managed to clear up the video footage. There's no doubt about it: Tim's the one we're looking for."

He showed her the picture Archie had texted him. Morgan slowly nodded. "Okay, that's it then. No doubt about it anymore… I'll tell the police officers to bring him in. Let's see what we can put him behind bars for the longest: robbery… or stalking."