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Next chappy for ya, it feels a bit like a filler to me, I'm sorry, but it's necessary.

AUTHORS NOTE: I thought I had already added it in, but one of my chapters was accidently deleted so in re-writing I think I might have missed out a fairly important section that was something about Morgan moving down the hall from Greg after being attacked by Arch Terry, because it was in her price range blah blah blah. Sorry about that.

Here we go.

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Chapter Thirty Eight # Wouldn't It Be Nice #

"Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" Greg asked, blushing.

"Like a date?" she asked him, not allowing the butterflies suddenly blooming in her stomach to show.

"Yeah..."

A kiss. A kiss that felt so right, but a kiss that was officially wrong.

Morgan opened her eyes, shifting slightly in the bath tub. She wiped her tear away from her eye and sighed.

She wished that something could have happened, but moments later Loeila had fallen and hit her head, and though she wasn't hurt she was so tired that she cried until Greg took her home.

The phone rang and she reached through the scented candles to pick it up. "Hello?"

"Hi Morgan, what're you up to?"

"Mom!" Morgan exclaimed happily. "I am having my weekly relaxing bath. How are you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, how're you, how was the wedding?"

"Oh, mom you would have loved it, it was beautiful." Morgan smiled as she spoke. "There was a horse and carriage, there were flowers everywhere, we bridesmaids all wore coral pink, it was so romantic, there was a live DJ, and we all flash mobbed Catherine in the church..."

"So basically she had your dream wedding."

Morgan laughed. "I'm not getting married anytime soon, mom."

"What about Gre-"

"Don't!" Morgan's laughter stopped. "Please."

"What? Oh honey..."

"Mom-"

"You're in love with him."

"Mom..."

"You can't hide it from me, sweetie."

"Okay, mom, so I might be in love with him, but it's not going to happen."

"Why not? You dated!"

"Once! So many things happened, mom, and it's just...he doesn't need the added drama." Morgan finished, trying to convince herself.

"Morgan Elisabeth Brody. I know when you are lying to me."

Morgan rolled her eyes. "Mom…I'm friends with Greg, good friends. And I don't want to ruin that, I can't risk it."

"Fine. Don't take my advice. I wasn't a matchmaker for twenty two years."

She couldn't help but laugh. "You weren't a matchmaker for twenty two years."

"Oh yes I was! Unofficially!"

"Sure, sure." Morgan laughed. Her pager beeped and she groaned.

"What, what's wrong honey?"

"Nothing. Mom, I have to go, I have to go to work. I'm sorry, I'll call you later."

"You work too much, Morgan."

"Yeah well I do get paid overtime."

"Don't burn yourself out, Morgan, okay, sweetie?"

"I won't." Morgan promised, rolling her eyes. "I love you, mom."

"I love you two, sweetie. Bye!"

"Bye bye, Mom." She smiled, putting down the phone and clambering out of the tub. She dialled Russell's number as she reached for the fluffy white towel laying only inches from her fingertips.

"Morgan?"

"You called?"

"Yeah, I did."

"I may be a little while-"

"I don't need you to come in, Morgan." Russell said quickly. "I just wondered if Greg's with you?"

Ice chilled Morgan's heart. "No, he's not. Should I be worried?"

"Nah, he's probably just running late."

"You want me to run down the hall?" Morgan asked worriedly.

"Morgan, he called me a about an hour ago to say he was going to be late, I just thought I could catch you out."

Morgan's mouth dropped open and she coughed. "No, he's not here."

Russell laughed. "If you say so! Enjoy your day off."

Blushing, Morgan nodded. "I will. Bye."

She hung up and started to get dressed, but suddenly there was a knock at the door. She sighed and grabbed the silk kimono dressing gown that her mom had brought her from her latest trip to Japan.

As the knocking persisted she called out. "Coming!"

She looked through the peephole and opened the door. "Loeila?"

The tearful toddler flung herself into Morgan's arms.

"What's wrong, Lola?" Morgan cried fearfully, picking the small girl up.

"I-I-I-fought wid Reuben! I had a fide wid him, we neber fide, Aundie Morgan!" the toddler howled.

Morgan sighed in slight relief and closed the door. Instantly the phone rang and she picked up.

"Morgan, Lo-"

"She's here." Morgan soothed Greg's frightened voice.

"Oh thank god! I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine, Greg, she's pretty upset, do you mind if I talk to her for a minute, calm her down?"

"Would you?"

"No problem, speak to you soon." She hung up, turning to the trembling, sobbing girl in her arms. "What's wrong with you then, Loeila Maree?"

"We hadda fide!" she repeated.

"What about?" Morgan asked, sitting down on the sofa with Loeila.

"He-he-he-um…um…um…I don' remember!" she wailed.

"Okay, just calm down then. Sh, sh, there we go. So you don't remember what the argument was about, huh?"

"No!"

"Then you don't have to be sad."

Loeila blinked, her sobs ceasing. "I don' have to be sad."

"Nope. I fought with my brother and sister all the time. But if you only argue with Reuben sometimes then you'll be fine."

Loeila suddenly smiled. "Fank you Aundie Morgan!"

Morgan laughed as Loeila jumped up off of the sofa and ran to the door, giggling as she raced down the hall, reaching her own front door at the same time as Lindsey. As she ensured that the tiny girl got home safe, Morgan heard Lindsey's rushed apologies. She smiled to herself and closed the door, heading back to her bedroom to change, but before she was able to reach the door, the doorbell rang again.

Morgan walked back to the door and opened it slowly. "Greg."

He smiled sheepishly, trying, and failing, to stop his eyes from wandering from her eyes to her breasts. "Hi. I, uh, just wanted to say thank you. For letting Loeila in."

She furrowed her eyebrows, though she couldn't help but smile a little. "It's not a problem." When Greg paused her eyebrows moved even closer together. "Is there something else?"

"About yesterday night…" Greg started, shuffling on the balls of his feet like a nervous teenager.

"The wedding." She confirmed, her insides twisting around uncomfortably.

This is where he tells me that he made a mistake and he wants to remain friends… she thought. The confidence that she used to possess had gone away; it had been stolen bit by bit, by kidnappers and rapists.

"Yeah…I just wanted to make sure that I um, didn't uh…offend you when-"

"No, no, you didn't offend me." At the look on Greg's face a little laugh burst from her lips and she shook her head. "No, Greg, no. You didn't offend me."

Greg's smile grew wider. "Okay then. Um…I just wanted to say that, uh, I…"

"What?" Morgan pressed.

Greg shuffled a little more. "Well… I was thinking, this morning… about people, things and things that I'd uh, regret not…saying, doing, if I something bad…happened…and-"

"Greg, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just hadda lot of coffee and I've been thinking, a lot…"

"You said." She smiled, and Greg smiled back at her. "Thinking's dangerous, you know."

His smile became more serious, more genuine. "I know." His phone beeped and he glanced at it offhandedly. "Yeah, I'm uh, really late."

As his voice trailed off into a little laugh, Morgan raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not drunk." He said quickly. "I'm just, feeling brave."

"Well, make sure you don't do anything stupid." Morgan smiled wryly.

"I hope I'm not doing something stupid now."

She frowned in confusion and Greg reached forward, kissing her.

The shock melted with the rest of her as she kissed him back, before they slowly broke apart.

Greg backed away with a cheeky but shy smile, gave a little wave and walked away to work.

Wide eyed and elated, Morgan shut the door slowly, barely remembering to lock and bolt the door, before dancing over to the couch and squealing with delight.

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"Greg, are you okay? You look a little…"

Greg blinked and looked at Nick. "What?"

"Out of it." Nick grinned.

"I'm fine." Greg protested. More than fine.

"Do tell, Greg, why are you 'more than fine'?" Nick raised an eyebrow.

He looked up with shock. "I said that aloud?"

"Nope, but now I know you thought it." Nick smirked as Greg groaned. "So spill."

"You are an asshole!"

"And we're digging through a four week old ground up body but you look like Reuben with a handful of candy, so spill."

Greg sighed, but a smile settled on his lips. "I am not telling you anything."

Nick narrowed his eyes. "Did you get some?"

"What?" Greg looked shocked and before he could reply Nick's eyes narrowed.

"No, you didn't, but you think that you will…" he studied his friend's face for a moment before snapping his fingers. "I got it!"

The door burst open and Finn popped her head in the door. "Guys, we got another scene."

Nick narrowed his eyes at a relived looking Greg. "This isn't over."

"What isn't over?" Finn asked with interest.

"Nothing." Greg glared playfully at Nick, leaving the room in front of Finn.

"What was that about?" Finn asked Nick.

"Ah, Greggo's got a secret." Nick chimed evilly. "And I plan on finding it out."

"Ooh, I love this game!" Finn's eyes lit up.

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"No!"

Rosa sighed and crossed her arms. "Kristy…"

"No!"

"Fine." The woman crossed her arms. "Quizás cocine galletas con manteca de cacahuete en vez de chocolate." Maybe I will cook cookies with peanut butter instead of chocolate.

"No!" Kristy cried. "I'll do it!"

"Good." Rosa smiled as the little girl compliantly hopped down from the kitchen counter and ran into the bathroom to clean her teeth.

The moment the girl left the room, Rosa massaged her forehead. She closed her eyes. The last time she'd visited her ailing mother in Mexico, Nick and Kristy had been attacked, again. The day before she had received a call, her father had had a stroke. As much as she yearned to go back to Mexico, she wasn't sure when she would be able to return.

There was a knock at the door and she made sure to peek through the peephole before she opened the door with a smile.

"Thank you for coming, Orla." She hugged the young woman who laughed.

"It's not a problem. I was happy to come."

At the sound of a stranger's voice, Kristy poked her head around the door, warily calling out. "R-Rosa?"

"It's okay, sweetie, its fine." Rosa called, holding open an arm. "Come here!"

The toddler ran up to her, grabbing her legs tightly and hiding slightly behind her nanny. "¿Quién es, Rosa, quién es? ¿Por qué esta aquí?" Who is she, Rosa, who is she? Why is she here?

"This is my friend Orla." Rosa introduced the woman. "She's come over for the day."

"I'm Kristy." The little girl said shyly.

"It's nice to meet you, pet." Orla smiled.

Kristy giggled a little. "I lie your voi-cent."

"My what?" Orla looked confused.

"Accent, Kristy." Rosa corrected gently.

"Oh, my accent." She laughed. "I'm from Ireland."

"Oh, Iry-land!" Kristy exclaimed. "Dats near Engy-land."

"It is." Orla laughed.

"Why you in Vegas?"

Orla saw no reason not to tell the truth. "I'm lookin' for my dad."

"Why?" Kristy asked innocently.

"Well he took off when I was a cailín beag, and me mam finally told me he's in Vegas about a month ago."

"Wha's a ca-leen bug?" Kristy interrupted shyly.

"Oh, sorry." Orla laughed a little. "It means little girl."

"Oh." Kristy blinked, before smiling shyly. "Den you just came ta Vegas?"

"Well, I had ta save up first." Orla smiled.

"How d'ya know Rosa?"

Orla smiled. "Rosa is my Aunt."

Kristy scrutinised Orla's blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes. "Really?"

Orla laughed. "Yeah. Me mam moved to Ireland for University and stayed there, and I apparently take a lot more after my dad."

Kristy's eyes studied the two faces. "You have a nose an' ears lie Rosa."

Orla smiled. "I do. Me mam broke her nose a few years back, I hardly look anything like her now."

Rosa watched Kristy as she led Orla into her bedroom to play with the big dolls house that her Grandpa had given her for her birthday.

When Kristy was put to bed, Orla sat down in the kitchen with Rosa.

"Well, she is adorable."

Rosa smiled and nodded. "She is."

"Are you sure you want to…"

"Yes. I've already spoken to Nick about it, now it's just a matter of seeing if it works."

"What about with her?" Orla tilted her head to the side.

"Well, she doesn't trust easily. The fact that she led you into her bedroom is a very good sign."

Orla smiled, putting a hand on her aunt's. "You look scared, Tía."

"I am just tired." Rosa yawned.

Orla smiled sympathetically. "I can tell. Oh, did I tell ya? Mam got a new boyfriend!"

The two women were still chatting when Nick came in quietly at seven o'clock the following morning.

"Rosa, I'm home!" he called quietly, walking into the kitchen.

"Hi Nicky. This is my niece, Orla."

Nick smiled, invisibly recognising the traces of Mexican around her facial features. "How're ya doing?"

"I'm good thanks, it's nice to meet you." She smiled, offering her hand.

"Irish?" Nick raised an eyebrow.

Orla laughed. "The first thing your daughter picked up on, too."

Nick laughed back. "Sorry…"

"It's not a problem."

"So what brings you to Vegas?"

She shrugged. "A change of scenery. That and I'm looking for my father, I don't know who he is."

"I'm sorry about that." Nick frowned.

"Well he's probably an asshole, but if that's the case at least I'd know about it." She smiled again.

"Well that's a good attitude to have." Nick grinned.

Orla smiled. Her phone rang and she jumped, checking the caller ID. She rolled her eyes. "It's my mam. I'm sorry, I have to take this call. Excuse me."

Nick smiled after her as she ran out into the hall. "I like her."

"Good." Rosa smiled. "Nick, she's looking for a job. A steady job. She works hard, I've known her since she was born. And Kristy likes her."

Bittersweet emotions swamped Nick. "You sure that you want to quit on me?"

Rosa punched his arm. "Don't do that to me, Nicky!"

"Do what?" he laughed.

"Guilt trip me."

"I'm sorry, Rosa." Nick said sincerely. "You want to go to Mexico, right?"

She smiled wryly. "Yes. Then back to Texas."

Nick smiled sadly. "And you think that Orla would be a good replacement?"

Rosa nodded. Without speaking, the two hugged tightly.

Nick considered for a moment. "Well, if you think that it's a good idea, I will give her an 'official interview', and then I will hire her."

"Good." Rosa smiled. "And if anyone asks if you chose her because of nepotism…tell them 'damn straight'!"

Nick laughed at her Texan accent. "Okay, I will do."

Orla walked back into the room with a little smile. "Sorry…"

"That's not a proble-"

"Rosa!" Kristy called from upstairs. "Rosa help me, I stuck!"

"'Scuse me." Rosa rolled her eyes.

As she left the room, Nick turned to Orla. "So Rosa tells me that you're looking for a job."

Orla shuffled a little. "Let me get something straight here, I didn't come here to beg for a job, I came here to see Rosa and she suggested it to me."

"Okay, I believe you." Nick grinned. "But would you want to be a nanny, I mean it's not exactly easy… I mean, Kristy behaves well enough, but sometimes she can be a little fussy. And as opposed to most families it can be a little more dangerous for us…"

"I know." Orla insisted. "Rosa rings once or twice a month, tells us all about your adventures."

"Adventures? That's a nice way to put it."

Orla laughed. "I've worked in a pre-school since I was 22, that's nearly eight years now."

Nick tried not to show his surprise. "You're thirty."

"Twenty nine." Orla corrected. "Well, for two days, anyway."

Nick grinned and Orla continued.

"I have first aid certificates, a black belt in karate and aikido and Rosa can verify that I'm a pretty nice person."

"And a very modest one." Nick grinned teasingly.

"Right you are." She teased back.

Nick sighed, worrying about the awkwardness that could potentially ensue. "I don't mean to be rude, really I don't, but do you mind if I-"

"Run my prints?" Orla nodded with a smile. "That's fine. Take whatever you need, my prints, my DNA…"

Nick sighed. "I'm sorry, Orla, I'm just a little…paranoid…right now."

"Oh, it's fine." Orla's emerald green eyes shone with sympathy and sincerity. "You have every right to be. I may have a tiny criminal record."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

"My ex was stalking me, ten years ago when I was studying in England. Left me messages and stuff. Irish whore, that was his favourite thing to say. So when I saw him outside my window for the fifth night in a row I decided to show him just how Irish I was. I er, threw a potato through his window."

"Really?" Nick raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"I think that's a forgivable crime."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Well, I know that Rosa wants to leave as soon as she can, I can look after Kristy at work for tonight, but if you like you can hang around for a while… I have to warn you, the hours are rough. You can live in, if you like."

"That'd be great, if it's okay with you." She smiled.

Rosa re-entered the room with a sleepy Kristy on her hip.

"Daddy!" the toddler pouted, reaching out to her father.

"Hey baby girl. What's up?"

"I god stuck in my duvet!"

"Aw man!"

"I know, Daddy. Dis Orla, she nie!"

"Nice." Nick prompted gently.

"Wha-tever!" she yawned, causing Nick to yawn himself.

"Have you hired her yet?" Rosa asked, Nick quietly.

"Yep." Nick nodded.

"Well, I can start this evening if you like."

"Start what?" Kristy frowned.

Rosa crouched down in front of her. "Kristy, my dad is very sick. I need to go back to Mexico, and I won't be coming back for a while."

"How long is a while?" Kristy asked suspiciously.

Rosa sighed. "I'm not going to be your nanny anymore, Kristy."

Kristy's eyes widened. "Why?"

"I have to look after my parents."

"Why?" Kristy started to cry. "Why? Done you lie me anymore?"

"I love you, Kristina. But I have to go, okay. Tonight. My daddy might die, tomorrow even."

Kristy's lip wobbled but she stopped crying. "I be strong."

"Good girl." Rosa smiled. "But Orla will be your nanny now, okay?"

Kristy looked up at the girl and a smile passed over her face. "Otay."

Surprised at the ease with which the toddler took the news, Nick handed over the cell phone when she asked to call Eli.

"I nee mole supper!" she claimed as Nick typed in the number.

"Do you mean moral support?" Nick asked with a smile.

"Wha-deber!" she chimed, running away.

As the adults talked, Kristy waited for Sara to pass her over to Eli.

"Eli!"

"Hey Kristy. What's up?"

"I done fink we need dat dating web thingy no more. My daddy's gone by in love soon."

"With who?" The interest in Eli's voice increased.

Kristy glanced over her shoulder. "My new nanny!"

Wow, two pretty much angst free chapters! I am the boss!

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sorry if I made any mistakes, this chapter was quite hard to right, and I've been trying to revise.