Two o'clock came around and last call was announced inside one of the many bars along the Vegas strip. A few minutes later, a man appearing in his mid-forties walked out and began to walk drunkenly to his car, parked just down the street. If it wasn't for the alcohol impairing his mind and better judgment, he would have sensed someone following him. Despite the many witnesses around, a shot was suddenly fired causing the drunkard to fall to his knees, then all the way down to the ground dead as blood seeped out from the now blossoming wound in his chest and onto the sidewalk. Once the shooter saw that his victim was dead, he ran off, still carrying the gun he used, before he could be caught.
Twenty-Four hours earlier…
Morgan Brody walked throughout the crime lab looking for Nick to give him a report she had filled out on a case they had just solved the night before. However, he seemed to be out somewhere and eventually she walked by Greg's office and found him reading a book, as tonight was a slow night and no one was currently working on a case. She slowly walked in and softly called out his name, causing him to jump as he swiftly closed the book and tried to hide it from her.
"I'm sorry," she said sincerely. "I didn't mean to startle you. What were you reading?"
"It's nothing," Greg replied as he started to pack his book in his bag until Morgan playfully swiped it from his hand. "Hey! Please don't… I…"
As soon as she saw what Greg was reading, her playfulness suddenly stopped as she handed it back and then apologized again saying, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm so…"
Greg interrupted, "You don't have to apologize. It shouldn't bother me to explain that I have still been pursuing information about psychic abilities, pursuing what some people like my aunt might think is my gift, but after what happened in that slaughterhouse with those kids warning me I was in danger… I just can't ignore it anymore. If I truly have some ability, I want to know. Believe me, I know how strange it sounds."
"It isn't strange," Morgan answered kindly. "Whether psychics are real or not, something in that place saved your life. I'm willing to believe in the possibility that psychic phenomenon exists. We're all just glad you're all right."
"Thanks," Greg responded as he took out the book once again and stared at its cover.
Morgan replied, "Sure. Listen, I know that you probably have plans already for your night off tomorrow night, but in case you don't, I was wondering if you would like to come with me to the new jazz club that just opened up; you know, as a friend? There's dancing there too, but we don't have to do that if… I've been wanting to go, but so far, I haven't found anyone who's been free to come. What do you say?"
Greg smiled as he answered, "I'm not sure how good I'd be at dancing, but it sounds like fun. I can pick you up around eight?"
"Great!" she responded happily. "I'll see you later. I have to go find Nick and hand him my report from last night before Russell gets on my case again for forgetting to hand it in again."
"I know what you mean," he said. "See ya."
The next morning, after the night shift got out of work, Nick and Greg went out to breakfast at their usual diner and started discussing the little that went on through the night and eventually, Nick spoke up saying, "So, I heard that you and Morgan are going dancing tonight at that new jazz club that opened up. You finally had the guts to ask her out."
Greg scoffed as he replied, "For your information, she asked me to go with her. What do you mean, finally had the guts and how did you know we even discussed getting together tonight?"
"Come on, Greggo," Nick answered. "Everybody knows you've had a thing for Morgan ever since she arrived at the lab last year. And as for how I know, Henry overheard part of your conversation and might have mentioned it to a few people."
"Morgan and I are friends, nothing more," Greg responded.
Nick chuckled and then replied, "Yeah, sure man."
Before Greg could say anything more, his cell phone rang and when he looked down at the caller id, he quickly stood up and motioned to Nick that he had to take the call, then stood up and stepped outside. He was on for a few minutes and then came back in and apologized to Nick for stepping out.
Nick answered, "No problem. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just got a call from a good friend of mine, whom I haven't seen in a few years, due to him being out of the country for work," Greg responded strangely.
"So he's back, that's great," Nick said. "Isn't it?"
Greg replied, "Yes, no it is. It's just that he wasn't supposed to come back for another year and he sounded worried. He asked me to meet with him because he needs my help with something, though he wouldn't say what."
Nick spoke up again saying, "I'm sure it's going to be fine. I take it that you're going to call off your date with Morgan tonight then?"
"Yeah, unfortunately," Greg answered. "She's going to be disappointed and probably won't want to ask me to go out with her again."
"I thought you said this wasn't a date?" Nick asked mockingly.
Greg stood up again as he began to pull out his wallet and responded, "It isn't a date. Look, I hate to eat and run, but I've got to get home to get to bed. I'm planning to meet him this afternoon."
Nick quickly pulled out his own wallet as he replied, "Don't worry about the bill, man. I've got this. I'll see you tomorrow night?"
"You know it," Greg answered. "And listen, please don't say anything about you thinking Morgan and I are dating to anyone else, especially around Russell. I don't want him to feel he has to warn me about dating within work, or anything else that I just don't want to hear about."
"You've got," Nick said. "I know what you mean. Good luck, man."
Greg grimly responded, "Yeah, something tells me, I'm going to need it."