Author's Note - please can you try and spread the Morgan/Sean thing! Thanks

"Stay."she whispered.

"Are you sure?" he sounded nervous.

"Yes. I just need to feel safe. I felt like everything was ok when we were together, even if nothing happened, just having you there to wrap your arms around me comforted me. Please stay."

"Sure."

The next morning Morgan awoke to find Sean's arms still wrapped around her. She didn't want to wake him as she was comfortable but she knew they had to get up. Suddenly she felt movement beside her. It was Sean, finally waking from his slumber. "Hey," his voice was deep and groggy, " what time is it?" he pulled her into a hug.

"Time for us to get ready." she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom.

"Baby, where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I'm just gonna have a shower. How about you have breakfast then you can wash once I'm finished?"

"Yes mother." he mocked causing them both to laugh.

While Morgan was in the shower Sean decided to surprise her with a home cooked breakfast. Seeing as she had eggs, ham, English muffins and hollandaise sauce, he made Eggs Benedict. Morgan was dressed and walked into her kitchen towel drying her hair when she looked up and found Sean sat at the table with two plates of breakfast in front of him.

"Wow!" she gasped.

"You like it?"

"Of course!"

"Well, I did my best with what you had in the fridge." he shrugged.

"Well, it's lovely. Thank you!"

As they ate the conversation varied from them, to Greg and even to the case they had been working on but they never spoke about the kidnapping. Morgan was trying to put it out of her mind as the whole ordeal would just upset her.

Over the course of the day Morgan began to notice little things that Greg did. Armed with her new information she everything was a lot more apparent. For example she would look up and see Greg standing in the doorway looking at her, normally she would ask him about the case he was working on, but today she just smiled and waved. She longed to tell him that she liked him as a friend but she kept her promise to Sean.

A couple of days later Greg approached her in the locker room. She could tell something was on his mind so she asked him what was wrong.

"Well, I've been meaning to ask you something for a while now but then you got taken and things got in the way. Ok basically will you go out with me?"

Morgan was speechless. She didn't know what to say. She knew she had agreed with Sean that they would tell him about them if he said anything but Morgan didn't think she could. Luckily Sara walked in.

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"No, not at all!" answered Morgan a little too quickly. "Errr, Greg and I were just...talking about our cases. Yep you know, my dead Elvis!"

Sara looked at Morgan and guessed that they weren't talking about Elvis. Greg left the room leaving the two women alone. "So, you gonna tell me what you were really talking about?" she said, folding her arms.

"Well, he sorta, kinda, asked me out..."

"Come on! You never knew he liked you? It was obvious! By how awkward it was I'm guessing you said no?"

"Actually I didn't say anything which I fear is worse."

"Yeah it's worse! Why would you say no anyway? I thought you liked Greg?"

"I might have a boyfriend..." she trailed off.

"Oh my God! Who? Is he a CSI? Or a cop? Oh, is it that hot fireman you worked a case with?"

"He was hot but no, it's not him. I'm sorta keeping him a secret because he's a CSI but I'll tell you if you promise not to tell anyone! Not even Nick!"

"Ok, I promise!"

"Sean Yeager."

"Really? No wonder we found you two cuddled up! Anyway, I can understand why you two are keeping it secret, he's good looking and I know some of the girls on day shift fancy him!"

"Well, my dad told me that Greg liked me and Sean and I agreed that we would wait until Greg said something to tell people but I didn't have the heart to tell him!"

"See Morgan that's your problem, you're too kind and soft. Not with criminals but with guys. You find yourself upset for telling a guy no, even if you hate him!"

"I can't help it! Look I have to go, Brass just found the sister of Elvis. Please don't tell anyone this, not even Nick!"

"Promise! Good luck!"

Inside the interrogation room was a slightly dishevelled but unshaken Miss Davis. She was dressed in jeans and a jumper, unusual seeing as it was August.

"Miss Davis, we have some questions for you concerning the death of your brother." The woman remained silent and motionless in the cheap, plastic chair." You said you hated him but he had a picture of you in his apartment and we checked his phone records, he called you 7 times in the week before his death."

"Yeah, he was obsessed with me. Taking every opportunity to apologise but I wouldn't have any of it. Never answered any of those calls, didn't want to hear him grovel for my forgiveness." her voice was like a mask; she acted tough but Morgan knew better.

"Are you sure you never spoke to him because records show that you had five one hour conversations and two half hour ones. Do you want to tell me again that you had no contact with him?"

"Ok, yeah I spoke to him. Is it a crime to talk to your own brother?"

"No, but you can get up to 10 years in prison for perverting the course of justice, add an extra 5 for lying and you're looking at 15 years in prison. Now if you tell us what you spoke about then we might not charge you." The woman's mask fell.

"He rang me saying that he was in trouble, something to do with drugs. Said he had gotten in with the wrong crowd, stole coke from them and now they wanted it back."

"What did you do?"

"He said that he had already sold some of the drugs so he would have to buy it back. We were discussing how much he needed."

"How much did he need?"

"$500,000. Said that the handover was the 28th."

"That's the day he was killed. Ok thank you Miss Davis. We may need to talk to you again so don't skip town again."

Outside Morgan and Sean reported back to Russell.

"So what we have is a drug deal gone wrong?" asked Russell

"Yes but Davis stole the drugs and had to give them back but he had already sold $500,000 worth of them and he had to get the money and hand it over with the remaining drugs." answered Morgan.

"So he stole $750,000 worth of drugs? That's a lot to steal. He couldn't have gotten away with that surely. Someone would have noticed."

"Maybe he hadn't stolen them but was just selling them and needed the money to buy more?"

"Who would kill him then?" butted in Sean.

"Maybe someone who wanted the drugs but couldn't afford them?"

At that moment Morgan got a text from Hodges. Someone had sent the murder weapon to the lab in a box addressed to him. They rushed down to Hodges. There was a kitchen knife on the table. The knife was covered in blood and Morgan could see Hodges leaning over it with the fingerprint brush on his hand.

"Hey Hodges!"

"Oh, hey you two. How are you? I haven't spoken to you since you got back."

"We're fine thanks. How are you? What have we got?"

"Good. We have our murder weapon. The blade matches but there is a problem with the blood. I'm just checking the handle for prints to see if we can find the perp."

"So the blood isn't our vic's?"

"No it is, well it might be. The vic has a twin and identical twins have the same DNA."

"It could be his identical twin? We never knew he had one?"

"His brother is a Mr Richard Davis. Arrested for drug possession in 2008, came out on parole last month. And it seems that being Elvis runs in the family. Didn't show up for his meeting last week police already have a BOLO out on him and are picking him up now. Maybe once they're finished you could talk to him?"

"Good idea. Might have been a case of mistaken identity or a brotherly business."