Hi everyone, a new story for you to enjoy! Hope you like it, it's a little more crime than romance, but of course it's a Morganders story! :)

When Morgan woke up, she felt an incredible headache. It was so bad she actually had to close her eyes again. After a few minutes, she tried opening them again. Why did she have such a headache? She tried to remember what had happened. Had she been to a party where she had had too much to drink? No, all she could remember, was going to work. Then what had happened?

After another few minutes, she tried to look around. Her head still hurt, so she only used her eyes to scan her surroundings. The ceiling she saw, wasn't the one in her own bedroom. Then where was she? She tried to sit up, but that hurt too much. Then she realized something else. She was lying in bed, but she wasn't alone…

With a shock, she sat up, causing her head to almost explode in pain. Small light bolts blocked her vision for a moment, so she couldn't see who was next to her in bed. She did realize she still had all of her clothes on and from what she could remember, these were the clothes she had put on before going to work last night.

Slowly, her vision improved. Her racing heart calmed down when she recognized the person lying in bed with her: it was Greg. Just like she had been, he was lying on top of the covers, so she could see he was fully dressed as well. She decided to rule out the possibility of the two of them getting drunk and then ending up in bed together, it was definitely something else that was going on. She was actually happy about that: if she and Greg would end up in bed together, she'd definitely want to remember!

She tried to look around the room they were in. By the looks of things, they were in a hotel room. There was an air conditioning unit in the room, but it wasn't on. The curtains were closed, but as they were quite bad, she could see it was light outside. Very carefully, she slid off the bed. On a small wooden desk across the bed, she saw two bottles of water. Without thinking, she grabbed one and took a few large sips. She then realized that if someone had taken her and Greg to this room, it might have been poisoned. Why else would it be here? When nothing seemed to happen, she breathed out again. Maybe she was putting too much thought into this…

She turned around when she heard a sound. Greg started moving and then he opened his eyes. With his hand, he touched his head. Apparently she wasn't the only one with a headache!

"Hey," she softly said, trying not to scare him.

"Morgan?" He blinked his eyes a few times before he actually seemed to look at her. She sat back down on the bed, looking back at him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a headache…" He put his hand back on his head again. She handed him the bottle of water. "Here, maybe this'll help."

She watched him drink before she said: "Do you know what happened?"

Greg put the bottle back down and slowly looked around the room.

"Where are we?" he asked her in return.

"I think in a hotel room, but I have no idea which hotel or where," she said. "Do you have any idea what happened?"

Greg shook his head, but stopped when it clearly hurt too much. "No… Weren't we at work?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Morgan agreed with him. She thought back. What was the last thing she could remember? She remembered getting up in her own apartment. She remembered getting dressed, having a meal and grabbing her things for work. She even remembered that there would be a great chance she would end up working with Greg that night as everyone else was still working on something else. The thought had made her happy, she remembered. She always loved working with Greg! Then again, she basically just loved Greg, she had just never told him that…

"Weren't we having coffee in the breakroom?" Greg suddenly said. Morgan thought deeply. More memories slowly started to come back.

"Yes!" she remembered. "I complained about the coffee and then you started talking about some kind of special brand…"

"Blue Hawaiian," he immediately said. The words triggered Morgan's memory even more.

"Right!" she said. "I didn't believe it was as good as you told me and then you said you'd make some… And…"

She looked at him, remembering something else. "Did you ask me to come over to your place after shift so I could try?"

His cheeks turned bright red and he avoided looking at her. She felt her heart skipping a beat and remembered it had done the same thing when he had asked her in the breakroom. He had invited her over to his place! Maybe it wasn't a real date, but it was very close to one!

For now, however, she decided to drop the subject as finding out what happened seemed more important.

"Okay, so we had coffee, we talked… Then what?" she said. Greg finally looked at her again, his cheeks less red. "Didn't Russell come in?"

"Yes!" Morgan remembered. "He said something about an anonymous call having come in, reporting a dead body in an old building. Officers had tried to check out the place, but they couldn't get in."

"We drove to the building and we managed to unlock the door," Greg continued, remembering it as well now. "We got in…"

He fell silent, not remembering anything else. Morgan thought hard, but she also couldn't remember.

"I think we've been drugged," she realized. "There must have been some kind of fumes inside that building, which is why we don't remember anything else. It must have knocked us out and then someone took us here. Wherever 'here' is, anyway."

Greg got up from the bed and walked over to the small wooden desk. On it, he found an information file.

"We're in the Sand Motel in Death Valley," he read from the file.

"Death Valley?" Morgan repeated. "We're in Death Valley?"

"If this is true," Greg said, waving the file. Morgan walked up to the window and pulled the curtains open. Right in front of them was a parking lot, but behind it was definitely the desert.

She turned her back to the window. "Why would someone take us to Death Valley?"

Greg shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea… There's plenty of desert around Las Vegas, so why go through all of the trouble to bring us here? And why even bring us here?"

As Morgan didn't have an answer to his question, they decided to look around the room. There wasn't much to see, though: an empty bathroom without towels or hotel soap and shampoo, an empty closet, the small wooden desk with the information file and two small bed stands. In one of the drawers, they found a gun with a single shot.

"I don't think this room has seen guests recently," Morgan said after she had checked the bathroom a second time. "There's so much dust in the bathroom and on the bed stands as well, the electricity isn't working… The water is, though, so if you wanna take a shower, go ahead!"

"Without a towel to dry off?" Greg reminded her. Morgan shrugged her shoulders. "If we're really in Death Valley, I'll bet you can just walk outside and you'll dry within minutes!"

"Eh… I'm not sure if walking out of a hotel room completely naked is a good idea…" Greg said, shaking his head a little.

"If you ask me, there's no one else here in this hotel but us," Morgan said. And with a teasing smile, she added: "I'd be the only one seeing you…"

Greg blushed again, but then he suddenly said: "So I'd be the only one seeing you…"

This time, Morgan was the one to blush. She quickly tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach and said: "Do you wanna check outside?"

"Sure, but let's first check if we can get back inside," Greg said. "If we're really in Death Valley, I'm not too happy about not being able to come back inside!"

A quick check of the lock told them it didn't work anymore and they could safely go outside and come back in. As soon as they left the room, the heat hit them. Even though they were both used to the extreme temperatures Las Vegas had, it still felt different to them here.

"Let's take the other water bottle," Morgan quickly suggested. Greg went back inside, grabbed the bottle and joined her again. Together, they looked around the hotel. They were in room 203 with one room to the left of theirs and a few more to the right. When they checked the other rooms, they discovered they were all empty. Greg collected the water bottles that they found and put them in their room, so they'd have enough to drink if they would have stay here much longer.

Finally, they reached the reception of the hotel. It came as no surprise that it was closed.

"So, we're stuck in the middle of Death Valley, in an abandoned hotel with no food and just some bottles of water," Greg summed up. Morgan nodded. "Yes! And we have no idea how we got here or how we're supposed to get back to Las Vegas."

Greg nodded as well. "Okay… I think it's safe to say things aren't looking too good…"

Actually, from where she was standing, things were looking rather good, Morgan thought. Yes, she and Greg were definitely in trouble, but they were in trouble together and that was something she certainly didn't mind.