Title: Lyrics of Hope (1?)

Author: ShinigamiYuy

Pairings: Gil/Greg (CSI: Las Vegas)

Rating: PG-13 for songficcer (sort of?), Sara bashing, and a range of not kosher songs.

Disclaimer: A wide variety of songs that I don't own, along with characters that aren't mine. Also, there will be a tiny ode to William Petersen playing in westerns in here... if you blink you'll miss it. Reviews Anal beads. Not by much of course. Send either.

Summary: Greg can't do anything normally, especially tell one Gil Grissom that he is interested in him.

I heard you're doing okay, but I want you to know. I'm adic-, I'm addicted to you. I can't pretend I don't care, when you don't think about me.

Gil Grissom was thoroughly and utterly confused.

I believe that love is the answer, I believe love will find a way.

From what he could see his lab tech had gone insane. Well, being Greg Sanders, he might have just went more insane, as he wasn't exactly a poster boy for normalcy before this all started.

What you doing tonight, I wish I could be a fly on your wall. Are you really alone, who's stealing your dreams? Why can't I breathe you into my life, what would it take to make you seem that I'm alive?

'This' being the music he was playing. Normally he listened to something a lot harder than what he had taken to now. They at least used to be whole and complete songs. Instead he now played a CD that held snippets of multiple songs. Apparently it was just when he was around though. Grissom had investigated into the matter after a few days of his behavior.

Be my lover, wanna be my lover? Looking back on all the time we've spent together, you ought to know by now if you wanna be my lover, wanna be my lover? Go ahead and take your time, boy you gotta be feel secure. Before I make you mine, baby, you have to be sure.

What he found was unusual and completely unexpected. Apparently when he started down the hallway, in full view, the bleached blonde would put on his little... grouping of odd songs, go quiet, and stare at him with an intense look until he was well and truly out of sight. When he was with Nick, Warrick, or even Catherine, he was the usual Greg Sanders.

I can open your eyes, take you wonder by wonder, over sideways and under, on a magic carpet ride. A whole new world, a new fantastic point of view, no one to tell us no, or where to go, or say we're only dreaming.

That meant that there was something odd going on here. There wasn't exactly enough evidence to be certain in his conclusion but from what he could figure Greg was apparently infatuated with him. He wasn't really surprised. Greg followed him around like a lost puppy, hung on his every word, and his happiness in the lab generally depended on Grissom's approval.

Say you'll love, love me forever, never stop never, whatever near and far and always and everywhere and everything.

It just made him glad that he was in no way as creepy as Sara. The lab tech's way of letting him know that he was interested was... well interesting. It wasn't mundane, and like a new bug it drew his attention. That was obviously the point, of course, but it was working, and for some reason he couldn't imagine he enjoyed walking through the halls, just to hear what Greg wanted to inform him through various lyrics.

And I'll do anything you ever dreamed to be complete. Little pieces of the nothing that fall...

As soon as Grissom was down the hall Greg pressed the skip CD button on his radio, changing it back to his normal throbbing head banging sort of music. Not long after Nick appeared, giving him a sly grin.

"So Greggo, how goes your Griss-hunt?"

It was common lab knowledge what he was up to. It was hard to hide anything within the tiny glass walls that made up the criminalist section of the Las Vegas police department. So instead of trying to hide it, he had enlisted their help.

It was amazing really how many people wanted to chip in songs and lyrics for his CD, which was now referred to as Grissom's Doom. The most help came from the CSI though. Catherine chipped in with sappy love songs and Disney lyrics which Lindsey had offered up. Warrick was more about reggae and jazz, which didn't have many lyrics but he still found some that fit from his collection of CDs. Of course Nicky imparted his help with his country music and things with lots of twang.

The only one in the whole department that wasn't helpful had to be Sara though. She had actually been furious. He had never suspected her to be a homophobe but when she had gotten the news she had practically flipped. Almost immediately she had shown up in his glass encased lair, spitting mad and calling Greg a sick unnatural sinner who Grissom would most definitely not be interested in. Her reaction was likely just because it was their boss though, as she wanted him in a creepy stalker way.

If she was going to react like that then he didn't much mind losing her friendship. If Catherine or someone wanted to make a play for their resident bug man then he'd welcome the competition and eagerly try harder to win his affections. If it was meant to be between them, it would be, and if not, he'd be content to know that a friend of his was taking care of the man that he had a major case of the lusties for.

"Well it goes; I guess that is all we can hope for. I'm pretty sure he is onto the game though. Just have to wait and see how it turns out."

TBC

Woot. Sorry, this is such a silly idea. I just picture Greg doing something horribly odd to try and get Grissom to realize that he wants him. Review and maybe you'll get more chapters?