A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for the reviews :) Happy Thanksgiving to all my US readers! Although I don't celebrate it (being a British bird) I still did a story for you as requested. Anonymous asked for Morgan and Greg talking about what they were thankful for at Thanksgiving. Prepare for something cheesy!

Summary – Greg and Morgan write about the things they are thankful for, and then Greg makes a bold decision. Morganders! Happy Thanksgiving :)

What I'm Thankful For

Dear Diary,

Nah that's not right…Dear the remainders of my sanity…yeah that's better,

I once again feel the need to explain why I undertake the girlish task (as Nick so often reminds me) of keeping a journal. After what happened in that alley, my therapist suggested it to me as a way to vent…and I guess it's a good way to keep memoires for when I'm old and grey. Anyway, here goes…

The holidays are upon us once more and I'm currently at my parents' house in San Gabriel. My room still looks as it did when I last lived here; I was sixteen, my mom has attachment issues. As usual upon my arrival, I managed to predict more or less what my mom would ask me as soon as I opened the door: why haven't you called in a couple of weeks, why are you so skinny, where are my grandchildren? I've only just managed to escape after being stuffed full of Norwegian delicacies and my older cousin getting me in a headlock and messing with my hair, but Thanksgiving is family time, so I guess I'll have to bare it.

So, what am I thankful for this year? Well I have managed to go a full year without a near death experience, that's always a bonus. So life would be the first and probably most important thing I'm thankful for, and I'm thankful for the life of my family and friends, especially those who were not as lucky as me in the 'not almost dying' department; like Morgan… so I am especially thankful for her life and that we were able to save her, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't see her beautiful smile every day.

I guess that leads me to being thankful I still have a job. I totally lost it with that bitch, not telling us where Morgan was, and quite frankly with Ecklie there I'm lucky I wasn't fired. I guess just the thought of someone even being able to think about hurting Morgan- with her sweet and kind nature-really got to me, and that's when I had to accept the fact I could no longer see Morgan as just a friend.

In fact I'm just thankful really that Morgan came into my life this year. I felt a certain emptiness after Riley left…we flirted a lot and I thought maybe, just maybe… but then she left abruptly and I didn't know what to think, but then Morgan came along and everything seemed bright again, especially after we'd just lost Ray like that- which I still can't believe.

I remember meeting Morgan and being so overcome by her beauty I could barely string a sentence together – something I'm not so thankful for. But we've been really close ever since, and with Russell especially insisting that we are boyfriend and girlfriend, I've found myself wishing these rumours to be true. Oh, I'm also thankful for meeting Russell, he's awesome, a bit quirky like me.

I almost asked Morgan out yesterday actually. We were getting the plane together; she was flying to Cali too to be with her mom and stepdad in LA. We were sat having coffee in the terminal and I wanted to ask if maybe after we got back we could do something together – because I wanted the one thing I could be thankful for this year was having a stable and loving girlfriend – I wondered if Morgan would make that true.

But I froze, and Morgan just looked at me like I'd gone dumb (Most would probably say that happened to me years ago). I could hear my heart beating and I wanted to tell Morgan everything I'd ever felt about her, but then as usual nerves got the better of me and I clamped my mouth shut, barely spoke a word to her on the flight from fear I'd just humiliate myself.

It's 11pm, one more hour and thanksgiving day is over, and I can't tick 'have a girlfriend' off my list…Morgan is only about half an hour away… I guess…I guess it might not be too late. No, no it's not too late! I have to go; I have to go right now!

I'll check in later to tell you how it goes.

Greg out.

Dear Journal,

Ugh, can't believe I still have one of these – I'm no longer interested in just using one to write about my unsettling fascination with 'New Kids on the Block', but Mom bought it for me so I feel obliged to use it – I think she wants me to stay her little girl forever sometimes.

So, this year I am thankful for the relationship I'm beginning to rekindle with my father. I'm slowly starting to forgive him, and understand why he did some of the things he did – but the truth is I'll always love him – he's my dad – and I know he'll always love me and he's definitely been there more when I need him. I'm also thankful he gave me the job in Vegas, or else I wouldn't have been able to meet my new amazing friends – I was never part of such a tight knit family in LA, and now I feel more at home with them then I do here.

I'm very thankful to still be alive actually, after what happened with the helicopter. Have to say I wasn't expecting that within just a few weeks of working here, but I could never say my life isn't an adventure sometimes. I mean, I was scared but…even though I hadn't known them long I knew the team would find me, and I'm thankful for that and to them.

I heard about what happened with Greg in the interrogation room via Hodges – It's okay he's my best friend because he gossips like a girl – anyway, I couldn't help but feel good about the fact that Greg had put up a fight for me, that he seemed so worried… I mean I hate the thought of being the cause of Greg's distress, he deserves to be happy all the time, but it's just nice to know he cares about me… I wish now that I'd hugged him when they found me…and maybe just a little kiss too…

I was so sure that Greg was going to ask me out when we were at the airport yesterday, but he just grinned awkwardly and blushed a wonderful shade of red – I don't think he realises just how cute he is sometimes (C'mon, it wouldn't be a proper journal if I didn't write mushy thoughts about at least one boy). Anyway if Greg did ask me out, I would have said yes in an instant. I get that he's nervous, I am too, but I think we could be good for each other – we're alike and different in all the right ways. I think we could last. I really do.

What the hell is that? Someone's just started throwing stones at my window, if that's the neighbours kids again I'm gunna…ugh, be cool, Morgan, be cool.

I'll talk to you later,

M xx

Never had Greg been one to take an overly romantic move; actually this was something like out of those cheesy teen romance films, driving on a cold and dark night to tell the girl he loved how he felt. Morgan had given Greg her address in case he wanted to come over later in the week, but trying to navigate around the unfamiliar streets in the pitch black proved difficult for Greg – at least it gave him more time to come up with some idea of what to say.

Eventually, Greg came across the large and somewhat daunting house; knowing Morgan was inside there somewhere made him grow a little nervous. Greg stopped the car and sat gripping the steering wheel for a few moments debating whether he could actually do this. He looked at the clock and saw it was now 11:45pm. Only 15 minutes of Thanksgiving left…

The CSI finally made up his mind; he was sick of being a coward about it and he couldn't waste any more time. Greg jumped out the car and dashed up the front lawn. He wanted to avoid knocking from worry of Morgan's parents answering and so headed around the back of the house.

There, in the top right window he spotted Morgan sat by her window; she appeared to be writing something. Exactly like one of those teen movies… Greg thought, as for a few moments he was mesmerised by Morgan's sheer presence and the serenity she brought to the area around her. Greg suddenly felt more calm, realising he'd worked himself up over nothing; everything would be alright.

Wanting to get her attention, Greg looked around and found some small pebbles on the ground. He started flinging them up and listened to the faint tapping sound as they bounced off the glass. He saw Morgan put her book down and then come to open the window. She looked awfully confused yet pleased at the same time as she leaned out the frame.

"Greg? What are you doing here?" she called down in surprise. It was so surreal to see the man stood outside her window shivering from the cold night air; but he didn't seem much to care.

"Listen, I'm not going to start quoting Romeo and Juliet or anything" Greg called back "But there's something I need your help with; there's something on my list of things I wanted to achieve before the end of Thanksgiving, and it involves you"

"Well, what is it?" Morgan asked curiously.

"Morgan, I'm thankful that you came into my life, you're an amazing girl and I can't remember the last time I felt this strongly about anybody" Greg confessed and Morgan smiled "So, I would be thankful if I could hold you in my arms, if I could wake up to you in the mornings, if I could just sit and ask you about your day. I'd be thankful if you could say you loved me back…I'd be thankful for eternity if you say you'll be my girlfriend"

"Greg I…" Morgan stuttered and then just laughed, she couldn't believe this was happening; she'd wanted this so badly but now the situation just seemed so unreal.

Greg was getting a little anxious; there was only five minutes left and he was worried as to why Morgan was just laughing at him; was he that stupid? Suddenly, the back door of the house opened and an older woman stepped outside.

"Who are you? What are you doing in our garden?" she demanded to know.

"I...I'm erm…" Greg stammered.

"Mom, this is Greg" Morgan said with a smile "He's…he's my boyfriend. And I'm very thankful for him coming here tonight, and making my year."

Greg smiled in relief and looked at his watch 11:58, they'd made it. He looked back up at Morgan, his girlfriend, and for a moment got lost in the beauty of the moonlight reflecting off her crystal eyes.

"Oh, well then he must come inside!" Morgan's mother soon brought Greg back to Earth "C'mon on dear, it's freezing out here" she ushered Greg into the house and Morgan disappeared from her window as she rushed downstairs to meet him.

Morgan paused at the bottom of the stairs, as she and Greg just smiled at each other for a moment before Morgan ran up to Greg and flung her arms around him. Greg immediately felt the warmth beginning to radiate off Morgan's body, and it wasn't just because he was cold, but also because Morgan brought him the warmth of love and completion.

"Happy Thanksgiving" Morgan whispered against his neck.

"It's the best I've ever had" Greg replied truthfully. "I have everything I've wanted to be thankful for right here in my arms"

Mmm, I kinda liked the diary format, what'd you think? I can't help but love a bit of cheesy Morganders XD a slight nod to Griley as well.

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