A/N: Hi everyone! Just so you know, I thoroughly blame everyone who wanted a sequel for this. I was perfectly content to let "Why Can't I" just sit and be over. But then y'all wanted a sequel, and then plot bunny bit and wouldn't let go. Shame. Anyways, a few things before we begin:

1. This is once again a songfic in the fact that there are a few lines of a song at the beginning of each chapter. The song this time around is "Take Me or Leave Me" from Rent.

2. This is SLASH! If you don't like it, don't read it!

3. Once again, the only 'ship in this fic is Greg/Ryan. Also, this fic will not feature the characters from CSI, mainly because this only takes place in Miami.

4. Rated for language, sexual content (probably nothing smutty, sorry), and just because. Once again, if you feel the rating should change, let me know. Also un-beta'd, so all mistakes are wonderfully mine.

5. Please read and review! Reviews make me happy! I always ask for no flames, but hey, if you want to waste your valuable time criticizing someone, please feel free.

6. I will try my absolute hardest to post a new chapter once a week, but school is going to be starting soon, so I make no guarantees.

7. CSI: and CSI: Miami belong to Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and Alliance Atlantis. I own neither the characters nor the places nor yet the song. Only the plot. And the OCs. I can't think of any specific spoilers, but if any come up, I'll post them in the A/N before the chapter.

8. And now, since this has been the LONGEST A/N ever, on with the show!

Take Me or Leave Me

Chapter One

"Every single day I walk down the street
I hear people say 'Baby's so sweet'"

Ryan Wolfe woke slowly. After lazily turning off the alarm clock, he rolled over to face the still-snoring man next to him. A smile formed slowly on Ryan's face as his sleep-hazed eyes appraised the sleeping form of Greg Sanders. He could hardly believe that this was really happening, that Greg was really his. Yet there they were, in the early hours of the morning in Ryan's apartment in Miami. Just a few weeks ago, Ryan had been alone and miserable in this apartment, but now he had Greg, and it was a beautiful thing.

Greg shifted and groaned, cracking an eyelid only to squeeze it shut again. "Morning already?" he groaned, burrowing deeper into his pillow.

"Yup," said Ryan with a grin. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead." He rolled out of bed and pulled the covers off of Greg, who immediately curled into a ball. "C'mon, you don't want to be late…again."

Greg opened one eye to glare at him. "That was not my fault," he said, rolling over so his back was to Ryan. "You never told me that traffic in Miami was bad at eight o'clock in the morning."

"Sorry, sweetie," said Ryan, suppressing a smile. "I figured you knew about rush hour. I forgot you worked nights before." He paused, then asked, "Were you ever late for work in Vegas?"

"Perpetually," said Greg, sitting up and rubbing his eyes sleepily. "There had better be some coffee waiting for me in the kitchen or I will not be in a good mood."

Ryan just smiled and reached for his robe, accidentally knocking over Greg's iPod. "Hey!" said Greg, suddenly wide-awake. "Be precious with that!"

Stopping and giving him a bewildered look, Ryan asked, "By 'precious' did you mean 'gentle'?"

"Shut up, it's early," was Greg's reply as he stood and stumbled into the kitchen.

Ryan just smiled and shook his head as he followed his lover into the kitchen.

After breakfast and a quick shower, Ryan stood in front of his closet, looking at his clothes and trying to decide what to wear. Suddenly, a pair of arms snaked around his waist and Greg rested his head on Ryan's shoulder. Ryan glanced at him and asked, "What should I wear?"

"Doesn't matter," answered Greg. "You look hot in anything."

Ryan couldn't help but smile even as he said dryly, "Thanks, 'cause that helps me so much."

"Wear your green shirt," said Greg, ignoring Ryan's comment. "It makes your eyes look even greener."

"Alright," agreed Ryan, reaching in and pulling it carefully off the hangar, so as not to wrinkle it. He glanced down at Greg's arms and smiled. "You're gonna have to let me go if you want me to get dressed."

"Well, that's the general idea, for me to keep you undressed," murmured Greg as he kissed Ryan's neck.

Ryan laughed, but he pushed Greg away. "Nice try, but if we don't hurry, we'll both be late to work."

"Fine," agreed Greg, reluctantly letting go and stepping back. Ryan set the shirt on the bed and looked back into his closet.

"Which jacket should I wear?" he asked, pulling out two different sports coats and looking at them critically.

"Don't wear a jacket," said Greg. "You should show off your muscles."

Ryan turned around and smiled at him. "That'd be nice, but some of us actually have a dress code we need to follow." He eyed Greg's outfit and added, "And some of us obviously don't."

Greg looked down at his clothes and asked, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Ryan looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Greg was wearing a back t-shirt with The Who's "The Kids Are Alright" cover on it, untucked and wrinkled, his tag hanging out of the shirt. He wore with it loose jeans that were ripped in one knee, as well as his pair of battered Converse sneakers. Ryan hid a smile and put his arms around Greg's waist. "Nothing's wrong with your outfit," he whispered in Greg's ear.

Greg smiled briefly then pushed Ryan away. "C'mon, Mr. Punctuality. As you were already so kind to point out, we're going to be late."

Ryan just smiled wickedly and leaned in to kiss Greg. "I set the clocks ahead a half an hour," he whispered, "so we'd be ready a half hour earlier."

Greg raised an eyebrow at Ryan and shook his head, a smile spreading over his face. "Well, Mr. Wolfe, we seem to have all this time on our hands," he said slowly, pulling Ryan close to him. "Whatever do you suggest we do?"

Ryan grinned as he started pulling Greg's shirt off. "I don't know, Mr. Sanders," he said, eyes gleaming, "but I think we can find something."

Just over thirty minutes later, Ryan's department issue car pulled into his usual space at work. Greg's car pulled in beside him, and Greg gave him a small grin and a flirtatious wink. Ryan just shook his head, grinning, and got out of his car. He walked over to Greg's car and waited for him to get out. Greg smiled silently as he closed his car door and took Ryan's hand, squeezing it gently.

The two walked hand in hand towards the lab when suddenly, a voice called out, "Greggo! Greg baby!"

Both stopped and turned towards the source of the shouting. It was a nicely dressed woman…sort of. At first glance, the man looked like a nicely dressed lady, but he was obviously a cross dresser. He waved enthusiastically at Greg and called, "Greggo, baby, come give me some sugah!"

Greg laughed aloud and, rolling his eyes at Ryan, went and gave the man a hug. "Mike, how are you?"

"Oh, you know me, honey, I'm always good," laughed Mike. He looked over at Ryan appraisingly. "And just who is that tasty morsel?"

Ryan walked to the two of them and gave Mike a smile. "Ryan Wolfe," he said, offering his hand. "Greg's boyfriend."

Mike declined shaking his hand, instead pulling him into a hug. "Please, call me Michelle," said Mike/Michelle, batting his eyelashes at Ryan.

"Er…alright…Michelle," stammered Ryan. He glanced at Greg and asked, "How do you two know each other?"

"Oh, Mikey's an old friend from high school," said Greg quickly. He flashed Mike/Michelle a grin. "From when I lived in San Francisco. And while everyone else was gay and a cross-dresser, it wasn't until I caught Mikey trying on his sister's cheerleading outfit that I figured out he didn't quite travel the straight and narrow."

"And, of course, then I tried to shove my tongue down his throat," continued Mike/Michelle cheerfully, "and then he punched me in the face. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that I found out he apparently swings both ways."

"Well, it wasn't until a few weeks ago that I found out I swing both ways," laughed Greg. "And you can thank that guy right there for that."

"Is that so?" said Mike, fixing Ryan with a piercing stare. Ryan tried not to feel intimidated as the other man narrowed his eyes before smiling with a smile that strongly reminded Ryan of a cobra. "Well, he must've been pretty special to change you around, Greggy."

"Oh, he is," said Greg, still grinning. He threw his arm around Mike's shoulders and turned back to Ryan. "Anyway, when I moved to Miami, I remembered he lived here too, so I looked him up."

"And the rest," said Mike/Michelle with a wink, "is history." He kissed Greg on the cheek, lingering far too long, before shooting Ryan a triumphant look that made Ryan's heart plunge.

"Well," said Ryan in a falsely-cheerful voice, "it's been nice meeting you, but we're gonna be late for work, so I guess this is good-bye."

"Oo, territorial," teased Mike/Michelle, still looking triumphant. "I like that in a guy. Besides," he added conspiratorially, "you'll need to be territorial to keep this guy around. He's a notorious wanderer."

"Hey, no fair!" protested Greg. "I'm standing right here, you know!"

"Oh, I know," said Mike, winking one last time at Ryan. He put his arms around Greg's waist. "I'll see you around, hun," he said before kissing him on the cheek again.

Ryan's smile was rather fixed as Mike/Michelle walked away. Greg reached out and took his hand. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked concernedly.

Ryan smiled slightly and shook his head. "Nothing, I promise. Now, c'mon, let's go." Greg didn't look convinced, but he dropped it, simply squeezing Ryan's hand reassuringly as they entered the crime lab hand in hand.