A/N: Hey guys! Thank you lots and lots for the feedback on the first chapter, I was very nervous about it, but you guys have put me at ease :) I can't believe I have so many reviews, alerts and favourites already, thank you! So, here's another chapter!

Please Review :) xx

Chapter 2: Thinking the Worst

It took another half an hour of Greg crying before Nick managed to coax the younger man into his truck. There was no way he was going to let Greg drive home when he was such a mess. Nick had slipped off his jacket and placed it around Greg's slender shoulders in hope it was decrease the shaking a little, the young man was as freezing as a freakin' Popsicle. Greg could only muster a small smile of thanks as Nick opened the passenger door for him and helped him inside.

As Nick climbed into the driver's seat he looked over at Greg and saw how exhausted the younger man had become, physically and emotionally. Nick wanted to talk more with Greg about what the younger man had just revealed, but he looked really tired. As Nick started the engine, Greg carefully leant against the window and his eyes began to slowly flutter closed. The younger man pulled Nick's jacket a little tighter around his shoulders, before the soft breathing signalled to Nick that Greg had gone to sleep. Noticing Greg was still shaking badly, Nick turned the heater on full blast before continuing to drive in silence.

Nick took Greg back to the apartment the younger man and Morgan shared. The older CSI gently shook Greg's shoulder to raise him from his light slumber.

"Mmm, Nick?" Greg mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes "Oh, you didn't have to drive me home" he said rubbing his eyes.

"I wasn't just going to leave you there, Greggo" Nick told him with a sympathetic look. "Come on, let's go inside and sort you out before Morgan gets home and starts fretting"

Greg's eyes grew sad once more at the mention of his beloved wife "Okay" he whispered quietly before shakily getting out the car.

Greg had to fumble with the keys for a moment because his hands were shaking so much, but the CSI's finally got into the apartment. Nick instructed Greg to sit down and relax whilst he went to make coffee. Greg shuffled over to the couch, still keeping Nick's jacket over his shoulders. Nick had always made Greg feel safe, and just having a piece of him with the younger man now seemed to be doing the trick.

The Texan CSI soon returned handing Greg a steaming cup, and the young man attempted to use it as a hand warming device. "I don't know what the hell possessed me to sit in weather like that" Greg said with a nervous smile.

"It washes away the demons" Nick said "When I got home after the whole…thing… it rained the first night, and I sat out on my lawn as if it were the perfect sunny day"

"Well, there was definitely nothing sunny about my day" Greg said looking down at the floor. "How am I going to tell Morgan, Nick?" the younger CSI asked turning to look at his friend with tears in his eyes. He was searching for a genuine answer. "How am I supposed to tell the woman I'm married to and love that I can't give her children?"

"Hey, Morgan will understand" Nick told him reassuringly "She's head-over-heels for you, Greg. She'll just want to take care of you."

"Sh-she'll leave m-me" Greg said trying to wipe away the fresh tears. "She should leave me" he gulped "Morgan deserves all the happiness in the world, she deserves a proper family. I can't give her that"

"Greg, if you seriously believe Morgan would ever leave you, then you're crazy" Nick said as he rested a comforting hand on the younger man's shoulder. "I've never seen two people more perfect for each other, more in love with each other. When you got married Morgan promised to be there for you no matter what, well, this fits in the no matter what section"

"But…we've been trying for a baby a little over two months now" Greg explained "She really wants this, Nick. She really wants to be a mom…but she can't…and it's all my fault" he buried his head in his hands as he began to sob once more.

Nick pulled him into a bear hug "It's not your fault, Greg. You have no control over your own destiny…or in this case your own biology. It just happens. What is it? Too low of a count?"

Greg calmed down a little and nodded. "I always suspected it would be a problem, my dad had a similar issue I think. My mom wanted four kids but…well my dad couldn't. That's why my mom is so over-protective. She thinks I'm her miracle child."

"Well, when you were in DNA you certainly were a miracle worker" Nick said with a smile and Greg gave him a small one in return. "And if it worked out for your dad, then surely there's still a chance for you?"

"I'm not counting on it" Greg mumbled. "My dad was a lot younger than me when he got my mom pregnant"

"So that's why you and Morgan have been acting so different?" Nick asked. "You were upset about not being able to conceive."

Again, Greg nodded. "We didn't want to tell anyone else, we agreed there was nothing really to tell until the baby was one the way. But after the first month and a half of trying…I suspected there was something up. So I went to the doctor and...Well, you know. I haven't told Morgan yet because I didn't want her to worry…and I'm scared about how she's going to react"

"Well, like I said. Morgan is definitely, not going to leave you, you'll figure something out. She loves you, man"

"And I love her" Greg said "I love Morgan so much, and I don't want to hurt her"

"You could never hurt her" Nick reassured him.

Suddenly, Greg's phone starting ringing, he paused when he saw the name Hollywood flashing across it. "Speak of the devil…" he said with a small smile, although Morgan was more like his angel. He sniffed and cleared his throat before answering it "Hey baby"

"Hi! I've been trying to get hold of you for hours" Morgan said. She sounded a little agitated, but this was soon drowned out by the worry. "Baby, why didn't you just tell me you were representing Russell in court?"

"Russell in court?" Greg repeated in a confused tone before he could stop himself. He looked at Nick who was nodding his head vigorously. "Oh, right yeah… it was just a last minute thing" he recovered "So I was in a hurry, didn't want to be late"

"O…Kay" Morgan replied, clearly struggling to believe his story. Having a CSI for a wife made it very hard to lie. "Greg, are you okay?" She suddenly asked "You don't sound like yourself...you sound really shaken up about something?"

Greg couldn't help but smile lightly at his wife's concern for him. "No baby, I'm just really tired"

"Oh, well then you should go to bed. You've been pulling a lot of doubles lately. Don't feel the need to wait up for me, Russell and I could be stuck with this for a while"

"Yes dear" Greg said in a teasing manner and Morgan giggled softly.

"Okay, well I got to get back to work. If you sense some climbing into bed with you later it's just me, don't freak out" she quipped.

Greg laughed. "Okay, bye, Morgs"

"Bye, Greg"

"Wait!" Greg called. He couldn't believe he'd almost forgotten. "I love you" he said quietly. There were tears in his eyes as he did so, because he couldn't imagine what it would be like if he told Morgan his news, and she couldn't love him anymore.

"I love you too" Morgan said with a smile before hanging up.

Greg sighed, putting his phone in his pocket before looking back at Nick who wore a slightly sympathetic expression. "I was seriously just considering telling her then over the phone. At least then I wouldn't have to see the disappointment on her face" he mumbled as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Would you stop thinking the worst?" Nick urged. "Look me in the eye" he said turning Greg to face him. "Morgan. Will. Not. Leave. You" he said slowly and clearly. "Now go to bed, you look like you haven't slept in days."

Greg sighed and rolled his eyes "Yes, dad" Nick smiled. "Thanks for everything, Nick" Greg said with an appreciative smile "It's just nice to know you're there when I need you"

"And don't you ever forget that" Nick said giving him a one armed hug before getting up to leave "I'll call you tomorrow to see how you're doing, alright?"

"Okay, thanks Nick" Greg said walking the older man to the door.

"Don't worry about it" Nick turned to say as he stepped out into the hall. "It's going to be fine" Greg didn't say anything to this, just gave a small smile which Nick returned before leaving.

Greg shut the door and went to flop back down on the sofa. He didn't know if he'd be able to sleep. Horrible scenarios of what Morgan would say and do when she found out were plaguing his mind; none of them had a happy ending.

The CSI had never been so scared in his life when he was anxiously awaiting the doctor's results, he'd practically bitten his fingernails clean off. We've both been through a lot he'd thought please, we deserve some happiness. But it wasn't meant to be. Greg felt kind of sorry for the doctor who'd told him the horrible news, whose office he'd broken down in there and then.

The CSI hadn't really stayed to hear much more. He was too upset and needed to think it through. He'd driven to the crime lab to tell Morgan. The longer I put it off, the harder it's going to be to tell her, he'd thought. But once he had arrived outside the building, he couldn't do it; he didn't have the heart to tell her. So, Greg had gone to sit on the bench, scared and alone.

As Greg sat on the sofa now, he looked over at the picture on the mantel piece of himself and Morgan on their wedding day. Morgan looked so beautiful, Greg felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He couldn't bear the thought of not waking up to that bright smile every day, not seeing those sparkling blue eyes…. Greg had never been so scared of losing anybody as he was Morgan.

Eventually, the CSI grew extremely weary after such a horrible day and decided to head to bed. He realised he'd been left with Nick's jacket, and left it on the sofa so he could take it to work with him tomorrow to give back. After a quick wash and a change of clothes, Greg drowsily crawled his way under the covers. He wanted to sleep, but instead found himself staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out the best way to tell Morgan…well, there isn't really a best way to tell her this.

Greg had dreamed of having a family with Morgan. They'd move into a proper house, and they'd both agreed they wanted 3 kids eventually. Maybe, an older boy who could protect his younger sister's. They'd have a family dog too…a Labrador perhaps. Greg would spoil his little girls rotten, and teach his son everything he had to know. He'd wake up with Morgan every morning and they'd lie in on Sundays…. He should have known that was all too ideal, too good to be true. That was never going to happen now.

It must have been a few hours later when Greg heard the front door of the apartment opening. Morgan was home. Greg couldn't face seeing her, not knowing all the disappointment he was about to cause. So, he pretended to be a sleep, rolling over to face the wall and closing his eyes.

Morgan slowly opened the door, tip-toeing in so as not the disturb her husband. She's so sweet Greg thought. Greg listened as Morgan went into the bathroom to clean up, before changing and climbing into bed with him.

Greg tensed a little, hoping she wouldn't sense he was still awake. Instead, Morgan just ran a hand once through Greg's hair and leant over, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. She turned to switch the lamp off, before wrapping her arms around her husband's waist and nuzzling into the back of his neck. Greg moved his hand slightly to grip her hands as silent tears began to fall down his face.

He was too scared to let her go, because he didn't want to lose her.