Sorry this is a bit overdue, yeah no excuses... (I have exams after the holidays :o) anyway enjoy :)
The blonde CSI headed into work early again. Work was the one thing distracting her from everything. She walked past Russell's office and much to her surprise he called her into his office. She went and took a seat opposite him.
"Do you know where Greg is? I've called him half a dozen times; it's not like him not to pick up his phone."
"Sorry, we haven't spoken recently."
"Is there something going on that I should know about? If there is something going on between the two of you that could potentially be disrupting your, or Greg's, work then I need to know about it. I'm asking this as your supervisor, as a professional."
"No, there's nothing going on." She lied.
"Okay." He decided it was best to let it slide, as a friend, just this once. "I need you to take his case then."
She nodded, so he briefed her on the case. "402, just outside Henderson. Should be a pretty straightforward scene so you can work solo tonight."
Morgan breathed a sigh of relief; working solo was probably best given her current state of mind. "Okay, I'd better get going then." she smiled and walked off.
She grabbed her kit and headed to her SUV. Russell was of course, right; it wasn't like Greg not to call into work if he was planning on not going in. Even if he was sick he would have called, he would have told someone right? Oh, what if this is because of me? Maybe he can't deal with facing me after I just walked off, maybe I should have spoken to him. No. I did what was best, he obviously needs some space, to do what ever it is he wants to do. What if this IS because of me? What if something has happened to him? I should really talk to him. That settled it, she decided she would call him after shift, if he didn't turn up that is. She had arrived at the scene; she saw smoke and soot everywhere. She jumped out of her car and grabbed her kit.
She placed all the evidence in the trunk of her car and made her way back to the lab. She called Sara and put her on speaker phone.
"Sara, is Greg at the lab?"
"No he isn't in, I thought he was with you"
"Well he's not, I took his case because he wasn't picking up his cell."
"Odd, he always picks up his cell. Have you guys patched things up then? "
"Not really, we haven't really spoken recently. I'm planning on talking to him later. Listen I should really go."
"Morgan." She stopped the younger CSI before she had the chance to hang up. "I really hope things work out between the two of you."
"Thanks Sara."
Sara heard the line go dead.
She was just about to finish her shift when she was called into Russell's office again.
"Good job on the case today."
"I'm guessing that isn't why you called me in here." She knew something was up, Russell didn't usually call her into his office. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to talk about what it was, which was extremely unlike him. She convinced herself that he didn't know, because the one person who knew was Catherine, and she wasn't likely to have to him.
Finn popped her head round the door. "Russell, can I speak to you please?"
"Now isn't exactly a good time Jules." he gestured his head towards Morgan.
"It's important; I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't."
"This had better be good Jules."
"Russell can what you wanted to talk about wait until tomorrow, I'm exhausted, I think I'm going to head home." Morgan stood, all she wanted to do was get home and make sure that Greg was okay, her conscience had finally caught up to her.
"Sure sure." He said to the younger CSI. They both exited his office.
Morgan headed for the locker room. She grabbed her phone and sat down on the bench. She dialled Greg's number. Come on Greg, pick up the phone. The phone continued to ring and ring, until she finally got his voice mail. "Shit!" she cursed. Where are you Greg?
Greg picked up his phone from the table. Incoming call from Morgan Brody. He pressed the red reject button and placed his phone back down. He took a deep breath and exhaled before turning back to face the woman sitting next to him.