For a moment he was confused as to why he was awake. He glanced over at his alarm. Three in the afternoon. What could have possibly woken him up? There was no smoke, no fire, there didn't seem to be any disturbances in his home. A moment thought reminded him of what had transpired earlier. Immediately, his heart began to race and his palms began to sweat. He sat straight up and looked over to where Morgan slept.
She was still asleep. He gave himself a small smile. What was he worried about? She was safe and sound here in his bed. There was no reason for anything to be amiss.
He got out of bed to check the locks on the doors and windows anyways. The instant that his warm body left the bed, something changed within Morgan's face. Greg didn't notice, he was already out of the room. He shut the door behind him drafting cold air into the room. Morgan began to shake under the quilt and sweat.
She was freezing. Yet despite this, she was sweating hard. A cold sweat. Terror. She was alone now. She didn't know where the other went but she was afraid. Her heart was racing in tune with the what ifs that ran through her head.
What if he comes back for me? What if I don't make it out of here? What would happen to her father if she didn't make it back home to him? What if she didn't have the chance to see all of her friends and family again? What if she would never see Greg again? What if she would never have the chance to tell him that she actually loved him?
By this time she was in tears and heard the door creaking open.
'Aw sweetie. No need to cry tears over my absence, I'm back. Are you ready to have some fun?'
NO.
She prepared herself to fight. There wasn't much fight left in her. But she was going to fight, he'd already seen everything, he wasn't going to touch her. She wouldn't allow him to touch her in the same ways that Greg had. There would be no going back from that. She couldn't let him do that.
But he was bigger and stronger. One hit to the face and she was down on the ground. One leg was positioned on either side of her. Her hands were hitting him, fighting for her life.
She screamed when her hands were pinned down.
Greg heard her scream from the other end of his house. His heart stilled for a moment when the voice was recognized. Morgan. He abandoned his walk and ran back into his bedroom. He flung open the door ready to defend his girlfriend to the death. There was nothing that he wouldn't do for her. She was the only one that he would use a gun for without hesitation.
But when he got into his room there was no one in there. No villain preying down upon her, no disturbing psycho eager to play. Only Morgan in his bed. But the sight of her scared him almost as badly.
Morgan was convulsing in her sleep. She was fighting some unknown assailant, but he knew just who she was fighting. It wasn't hard to tell. There was only one person who would be able to affect her dreams in such a way. She screamed again with tears streaming down her face.
Greg knew he needed to wake her up. But how to do it was the question. He didn't want to inadvertently cause her any more trauma as he tried to wake her up.
He sat slowly down next to her on the bed. He took a hand of hers in his and felt as she twitched and flinched away from him. Slowly he took his other hand and wiped the hair away from her forehead.
"Baby, it's okay. You're safe now. Wake up."
She whimpered through her weeping.
"Morgan, Morgan honey wake up."
There was nothing that she could do. She was alone, overpowered, and going to die. She was openly crying now. There was nothing to stop him. She wasn't going to get out of this room alive.
Greg! I'm so sorry! She cried out.
'He can't hear you're pathetic cries.'
Her sobbing came in gasps. She was unsure of it was, a lack of oxygen to her brain or desperation but she was hearing Greg's voice.
"Morgan! Morgan honey wake up! Come back to me!"
She opened her mouth to answer him, but her breath was cut off when his hands found themselves around her neck. She gasped out in horror.
'When I'm done with you, I might go after your little boyfriend.'
"MORGAN!"
He was beginning to panic. She wasn't responding to his voice. He wasn't really expecting her to, but he just hoped that she would. He gingerly wiped the sweat away from her face.
"Baby, c'mon now. I know that you can hear me. There's nothing to be afraid of. We've got the guy. He's in jail. He can never hurt you again."
He was rubbing her hand with his thumb. She gripped his hand tightly.
"NO GREG!" She screamed and sat bolt straight in the bed.
She looked around wildly for any sign of danger. Her pale blue eyes latched onto Greg and she threw her arms around him. Wet tears still clung to her cheeks and leaked from the corners of her eyes. Greg gently wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
Greg was aware that she was murmuring something into his chest. He rubbed her back, like his mother did when he was a young boy and needed comfort. He kissed the top of her head before resting his chin there. He just held her safe in his arms and let her cry.
"He was going to come after you," she murmured. "He was going to hurt you. I couldn't- I couldn't-"
"Shh, shh, it's okay Morgan that's over. He can't touch you," Greg said, not completely hearing what she said.
"No, he was going after you next. He told me, and I wasn't strong enough to stop -hic- him. I wasn't strong enough," she sobbed louder.
"NO." Greg pulled her back from his embrace so he could look at her tear-stained face.
"Don't ever let me hear you say that again. You are not weak. You are one of the strongest people that I know. Who else could have gone through all you have gone through and have the strength to continue to move on? And don't think about bringing up the rest of the team. Yes, every one of them had their moments to prove what was underneath, but they're not you."
Morgan's protesting stopped. She just watched as her boyfriend continued to speak, a calm settled over her.
"You've overcome so many obstacles in your life. You had to live through your parents' divorce, you dealt with being fired in LA, you breezed through the hijacking with the helicopter like it was nothing, your father's shooting, and this. There is nothing that you can't seem to do. I wish I had half the courage that you did Morgan."
By this time, both Greg and Morgan were in tears.
"Greg, don't sell yourself short. You have the courage too."
"No, I have the stupidity. I think with my heart instead of with my brain. Why do you think that I blew up on Samantha when the chopper was hijacked? And when you were taken, I almost couldn't function then. Sometimes I wish that I could be like you and set aside my feelings for the job."
Morgan wiped her tears away from her face, before reaching over and wiping the tears away from Greg's face.
"No you don't. Want to hear a secret? I wish I were more like you. Setting aside emotions isn't what it looks like. They end up being bottled inside until they explode out of you. Look at where we are now. This happened because I tried to solve my problems myself."
Greg opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't. It's my turn to speak. Greg, you're an amazing guy, and I honestly don't know how I managed to catch your eye. But one thing I do know, I love you Greg Hojem-Sanders. When I'm around you I don't feel any less of a person. My reoccurring nightmares don't come when you are near me. I feel safe. I love you."
Silence settled over the both of them. She had never told him that before. By the time she had been ready, she had been taken.
Greg watched his girlfriend. There was something else in her expression now. A serene quality that hadn't been there for weeks now. Her blue eyes stayed connected with his brown eyes. There was no flicker of fear within them. A peace that wasn't there since before.
Before he realized what he was doing, he had grabbed her head and pulled her in for a kiss. The moment her lips touched his, excitement ran through him. He had missed the feel of her on his lips.
Morgan wasn't all too surprised when Greg kissed her. He hadn't changed, but his kiss was full of passion that he had held back for weeks. Morgan felt a little bad that she had caused this to him. She reached around him and tangled her fingers in his hair.
Neither knew how long they sat together like that. But when they broke apart, there was a smile on both of their faces. Things were going to be okay. Unfortunately, Greg had insisted that Morgan try to get some more sleep before they headed in for their next shift. Obediently Morgan laid back down. Greg got up and turned to walk out of the room, but Morgan grabbed his hand.
"Where are you going?" She asked an edge to her voice.
"To sleep on the couch. It may not be the best idea right now for me to sleep next to you." He gave her that secret smile that she so desperately loved.
She sat up again. Her grip on his hand tightened.
"I trust you. Stay."
Her smile widened and saw as his resolve crumbled. He was still muttering to himself, but he crawled back underneath the blanket he had been sleeping under earlier, still holding her hand. He turned his body to look at her with their secret smile. Morgan reached over and kissed him on the nose.
"I'll stay. Always."
Together they fell asleep holding each other's hand.
A/N: There you have part two. I hope it was satisfactory. Sorry everyone that it took so long, I went on vacation in the wilderness were we weren't allowed to have any electronics, and then I had writer's block so bad. It was horrible.
Always, Reviews are appreciated.