First of all, thank you for reading and reviewing!

Second, I gotta vent. I wrote a story called "Relationships and Home," where Greg and Sara meet and discuss the events in the tenth season premiere. Nobody's reviewed that, really? Come on guys! Please let me know how I'm doing on that and all my stories, including this one!

This chapter's a bit shorter, but it does kick the story up a little. Please read and review!

I do not own CSI.

"Hey, dad," Morgan said as she answererd her phone.

"Hey, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Glancing toward the door she'd just seen Greg exit from, she said, "Um, no. Just finishing up a little dinner. Greg brought by a pizza."

"Oh, that's good," Ecklie answered. "Listen, I wanted to remind you that you've got an appointment with the counselor tomorrow."

Morgan rolled her eyes. "I haven't forgotten. I just...want to get back to work."

"I know," Ecklie answered. "But you've got to see the counselor so Russell can clear you to come back."

Sighing, Morgan said, "Yeah." She was more than ready to get back to work...and to see her friends again, one Californian former lab tech in particular.

The line was silent for a few moments. "Hello?" Morgan said, thinking they'd been cut off.

"I'm here," Ecklie said. "I was just wondering, how'd it go with you and Sanders?"

Morgan narrowed her brow in confusion. "It was fine. I told him he shouldn't blame himself for what happened..."

"Neither of you should blame yourselves," her father interrupted. "Just that Sanders has...well, a little experience in situations like this."

"Situations like this?" Morgan asked, confused.

Ecklie sighed. "Look, it's just...something he went through himself about five years ago."

Morgan rubbed her forehead, trying to ward off a slight headache. "Um...okay."

Ecklie sighed again. "Look, it's just something you have to ask him."

Now it was Morgan who sighed out of exasperation. "Okay. So, I'll talk to you tomorrow, after my counseling session?"

"Sure. See you then."

"Bye," Morgan said and quickly hung up. Why was her father being so evasive, she wondered. Yes, he said that Greg had been through an ordeal himself, but what?

Glancing at the clock on her cell phone, she saw that it was almost eleven p.m. Morgan Put the rest of the pizza in her now-almost full refrigerator and cleaned up her and Greg's little pizza party. She smiled thoughtfully as she remembered how easy it was to talk to Greg and how they fit each other so well. Thinking of the smiling, handsome CSI, it was hard for her to believe that he could go through anything even remotely similar to what she went through in the hijacking. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to hurt Greg.

As she got ready for bed, she couldn't help but think of Greg...his smile, his handsome face, his kindness. She couldn't believe he would ever be hurt or endure such an ordeal as she had.

Crawling into bed and resting her head on her soft pillow, she asked herself how anyone could hurt Greg. She couldn't imagine anything as bad as what she'd endured in the hijacking happening to him.

TBC...