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Nope, CSI still isn't mine.

Morgan watched as Nick and Sara's expressions went from concern to apprehension. "Look, something happened...I just, I want to know."

After a couple of moments of silence, Sara spoke up. "He went through hell."

Nick nodded. There was no other way to put it. "Showed us all how strong he really is."

Morgan winced. "Look, I know I should ask him, and I will. I just cannot see anyone hurting him."

Nick and Sara smiled thoughtfully. "Neither could we," Nick said. "But someone did." Sighing, he added, "Look, I know he'd be mad if I told you instead of him, so just talk to him."

Morgan sighed, knowing Nick was right. "Okay. I'll see him later."

Sara spoke this time. "Good. Look, Greg is...he's our kid brother, so we're all really protective of him. But, like Nick said, he proved how strong he really is."

Morgan opened her mouth to speak, but Nick's cell phone ringing cut her off. "Excuse me," Nick said. "Russell wants an update."

Both women watched as he left the room. As Sara was on her way out, she turned to Morgan. "You're, um, heading home after this, right?"

Looking into Sara's smiling face, Morgan said, "No, I think I'll see if Greg's home."

It took Morgan almost no time at all to find Greg's address. Sitting in her car outside his apartment, Morgan found her determination joined by apprehension. Yes, she wanted to know why Greg was so upset by the letter he recieved earlier and she wanted to know what happened to him five years ago. But she also was scared of hurting him. Yes, he's a great CSI and he's strong, but would she knock him down from the pedastal she didn't realize she put him on?

Morgan decided it was now or never. With a heavy sigh, she got out of her car and walked up to Greg's front door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked.

Maybe he's not home, she thought as she waited for him to come to the door. She was debating whether she should knock again or turn around a go when the door opened.

Greg smiled seeing Morgan. "Hi!"

"Hey," Morgan said with a smile that she hoped didn't look like a grimace.

"What are you doing here? I mean, I thought I was going to..."

"Oh, yeah, I just...just thought I'd..."

"You were in the neighborhood?" Greg asked with a bemused smile.

Morgan chuckled nervously. "Um, yeah. I just..." Morgan sighed. "I just wanted to be sure you're okay." She winced at the last statement.

Greg blinked once in surprise. "Uh, yeah. Look, do you want to come in?" He stood back and held the door for her.

Morgan walked inside and glanced around. "Wow."

"Wow?" Greg asked, confused.

"Oh, um...you're place is different than I thought it would be." Morgan glanced around at the entertainment center, furniture, and small kitchen. It was a nice, well-kept apartment. "I don't know, I guess I was thinking it would be a total mess like mine."

Greg chuckled. "Well, I'm not here all that much anymore, you know, work." Greg was grateful Morgan had her back to him so she wouldn't see the look of sheer discomfort on his face.

Morgan chuckled and turned around. "It's nice."

"Thank you. So, can I get you anything? Coffee, water?"

Morgan shook her head. "I'm good, thanks."

Greg gestured to his couch for her to sit down. As she sat, Greg asked, "So everything go okay at the station?"

"Mmm?"

"The police station? You were there with the victim's family?"

"Oh, right." Morgan smiled. "Um, as well as can be expected."

As she looked down and picked at the upholstery, Greg sat down in the chair next to the couch. "Why are you here?"

Morgan looked up. "Am I that transparent?"

Greg sighed. "Is something wrong?"

Looking into Greg's handsome, concerned face, Morgan thought about not asking. But she wanted to know why everyone was so protective of Greg and what happened to him.

"Something my dad said...you know, he called as you were leaving the other day?" Greg nodded. Morgan sighed heavily. "He said you knew more about how I feel than I thought."

"Morgan..."

"What happened to you?" She didn't mean for it to sound so harsh.

Greg swallowed and held her concerned stare. "It was five years ago."

"Is that the anniversary you mentioned?"

Greg sighed and looked away. Morgan reached forward and took his hand. "Greg?"

"It was five years ago."

TBC...