Hey, guys, can't believe it's been a month since I last published something here! Time to change that! ;)
This story is based on my recent London trip, I figured: since Greg and Morgan have already been to the Netherlands and Paris in my fan fics, why not send them to London? Hope you guys will enjoy it! :)

Chapter 1

"Hey!"

Morgan looked up from the book she was reading in the breakroom. A smile automatically appeared on her face when she saw it was Greg.

"Hey," she greeted him in return. She watched him help himself to some coffee before he sat down next to her. He pointed at her book. "What are you reading?"

"Oh…" Blushing a little she held up her book. "It's a Sherlock Holmes story, the Hound of the Baskervilles."

"Sherlock Holmes?" He took a sip of his coffee before he nodded with his head towards her book. "Did I ever tell you that I had to investigate his murder as my final proficiency test? Well, not the real Sherlock Holmes of course, someone who dressed up like him. He met up with some friends once a week and then they'd discuss the stories and things like that. The guy had even changed his living room so it looked like 221b Bakerstreet!"

Morgan smiled at him.

"221b Bakerstreet really exists, you know that, right?" she then said. "Apparently they turned it into a Sherlock Holmes museum. I'd love to visit it some day!"

Greg shrugged his shoulders. "Then why don't you? Just take some vacation days and go to London!"

Morgan shook her head. "I don't have that many days anymore and I kinda wanna save the ones I have to visit my Mum and stepdad for Christmas."

He accepted her explanation and took another sip of his coffee.

"Have you ever been to London?" she wanted to know. He immediately shook his head. "No, but I've been wanting to go for a while now."

She raised her eyebrows. "Don't tell me you wanna visit the Sherlock Holmes museum as well!"

He grinned at her. "No, don't worry! No, it's actually… Don't laugh, okay? I watched the sixth Harry Potter movie a few years ago and it starts with this scene where the Dementors make a bridge crash down. I'd love to see that bridge!"

"The Millennium Bridge, near St. Paul's Cathedral," Morgan knew. When Greg gave her a questioning look she admitted she had seen the movie as well.

"You should go to London!" she then said to him. "Just go and see that bridge, you really should!"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe someday."

To her it simply meant 'No', but she decided not to push.

"Maybe we should go to London together someday," she suggested instead. He looked at her, smiling a little with a small blush on his face. "Yeah, that'd be fun!"

She could tell he was trying to hide the eagerness in his voice, but he didn't completely succeed. She gave him a moment to get over his shyness by pretending she was really interested in the footsteps she heard down the hall. Then she said: "Good, it's a deal then! Now we just have to wait till Russell agrees to give us both some days off at the same time."

"That can take a while," Greg commented. Morgan grinned at him. "Yeah, definitely!"

As Greg continued to drink his coffee, she returned her attention to her book and they didn't talk about London anymore.

Two days later Morgan arrived at her apartment after a long, exhausting shift. She emptied her mailbox as usual and walked inside, already checking what had been in the mailbox. Some special offers from stores nearby, the new TV guide, a few bills… and an envelope which was simply addressed to 'Morgan'. Curiously she opened it.

"Don't ask, just enjoy," the letter in the envelope started. "Pack your suitcase – make sure you bring some warm clothes and don't forget your passport! Tomorrow morning you will go to the airport and check in at the American Airlines desk. There you will receive your ticket. Everything has been arranged for you – the flight and your hotel. Everything has been cleared with Russell as well, these vacation days will not be the ones you were saving for Christmas. Have fun, enjoy yourself!"

Frowning she checked the letter. What was going on? Was it all a joke or was she really supposed to go to the airport tomorrow morning? She checked the letter again. There was no name on it or a clue about who had sent it. Hesitating she checked the envelope. What was she supposed to do? Go or ignore the letter?

"Okay," she finally muttered to herself. She could at least go to the airport tomorrow and see what they could tell her at the American Airlines desk. Then she could always decide there whether or not she'd go.

Satisfied with her decision she went upstairs to pack her suitcase.

The next morning she arrived at the American Airlines desk at the airport. She gave the woman behind the desk her name and waited for her to tell her more.

"This is your ticket, if I could just see your passport for a moment?" the woman asked. Morgan studied the ticket while the woman checked her passport. It was a plane ticket to London… Suddenly she realized who had sent her the letter. Greg, who else could it be? How sweet of him to arrange a trip to London for her! He had probably given her his own vacation days to make sure she could go without losing the days she was saving for Christmas.

"Here you go, miss Brody, everything is fine," the woman behind the desk interrupted her thoughts. "Now, all the check-in information is on your ticket, please check the boarding time and make sure you're at the gate in time. This is the information for the rest of your trip: transportation from the airport to the hotel has been arranged for you and you will receive your travel cards for London and other details at the hotel. Do you have any questions?"

"No, thank you," Morgan smiled at the woman. She handed over her suitcase, no longer hesitating about whether or not to go. Of course she'd go now Greg had arranged this trip for her, he really was too incredibly sweet!

After she had checked in her suitcase she took her cellphone from her backpack and sent him a simple text message: Thank you! Only a few seconds later he sent back: Thank you for what? Smiling, she sent him another message: You know! :) This time his reply came a little later: I really don't, but I guess you're welcome…

Grinning, she put her cellphone back in her backpack. Pretending like he didn't know what she was talking about, but she wasn't fooled. He had booked this trip for her, she was absolutely convinced of that. After all, who else could it be?

She had to wait at the airport for a while before she could board the plane. Her seat was in the middle of the plane, near the aisle with two seats on her left side. She quickly took some things from her backpack so she'd have something to do during the flight and then put the rest of it in the overhead compartment. She was still pushing her backpack in when a familiar voice said: "Sorry, I'm in the seat next to you."

She turned around, a smile from ear to ear on her face. "Hey, Greg!"

"Morgan!" His eyes grew larger in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

She grinned at him. "Like you don't know! Thanks for booking this trip for me!"

He frowned. "What are you talking about? I didn't book this trip for you! I thought you had booked this trip for me!"

He took a letter from his pocket, one Morgan immediately recognized. She had received a similar one! As they were blocking the aisle, she quickly sat down in Greg's seat and pulled him down in her own seat. "Let me see that!"

Just like her letter Greg's letter didn't contain any clue about who had written or sent it. It simply told him to pack, go to the airport and receive the rest of the details there.

"Wait!" she suddenly said. "When we were talking in the breakroom I heard footsteps down the hall… What if someone heard what we were talking about and booked this trip for us?"

Greg gave her a confused look. "Who would do such a thing? I mean, it's all nice and sweet and everything, but two plane tickets to London, transportation to the hotel and a hotel isn't exactly ten bucks either!"

"My Dad," Morgan realized. "He must have arranged the whole thing, that's why Russell was okay with it. I'll call him when we've landed at London Heathrow, then we'll know for sure!"

Greg nodded to show her he agreed with her.

"Good," Morgan said, leaning back in her seat. "Oh, sorry, this is your seat! Wanna switch?"

"No, it's fine, you stay there," Greg said with a reassuring smile. He checked what she had put in the pocket in front of her as her to-do-on-the-plane things. "Ah, you brought the Hound of the Baskervilles! I thought you'd know it by heart by now!"

"I re-read good books," Morgan defended herself. "And this is a good book, you should know that!"

"I've… I've never read it," Greg confessed. Morgan stared at him in surprise. "You have never read it? No way, I'm not buying that!"

Greg grinned a little. "I'm afraid it's true… But if you'll let me, I can read it now… You can read my book instead…"

She nodded with her head towards his bag. "Which book did you bring?"

He showed it to her. "What did you think?"

"Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince," she smiled, recognized the sixth book in the series. "Alright, we'll switch books then. But you have to read the Hound till the end, okay?"

"I'll read every word twice," he promised with a grin. Smiling, she opened the Harry Potter book and started to read.

During the long flight they both spent most of their time reading or sleeping. Morgan, who had never been comfortable sleeping on the plane, was feeling even more insecure now that Greg – the guy she had so many feelings for – was next to her, but in the end she felt so tired she still fell asleep and Greg had to wake her up.

"Sorry," she shyly said. He shrugged his shoulders. "Why? It's morning here in London, the more you sleep on the plane, the more time we have to enjoy ourselves!"

When she looked at him with a slightly confused looked, he quickly added: "I mean here in London, visiting all the touristy places!"

His face had turned bright red. Smiling, she put her hand on his arm. "It's okay, I know what you mean! But I first wanna call my Dad, okay?"

He nodded, his face still redder than usual. "Okay."

As soon as they were off the plane, Morgan used her cellphone to call her father.

"Hey, Dad!" she said after he had picked up. "I just wanted to let you know we've arrived safely!"

"Arrived safely where?" Conrad Ecklie asked her, sounding surprised. Morgan grinned. "You know where we are, Dad, Greg and I figured out you booked this trip to London for us!"

"What are you talking about?" Conrad said. "I didn't book a trip to London for you and Greg!"

To be continued...