The two men are working side by side. One brunet the other sandy blond/brown. The darkest of the pair glances round the lab then leans quickly into his partner, placing a soft kiss on the other man's lips. The sandy haired man blushes slightly and smiles. A look communicating more than words. Both smile and return to their evidence, bodies still angled towards each other. Their days are made of stolen moments like this, gazes saying more than words and touches that last a little too long to be purely platonic. Sometimes these are observed, often not: their fellow CSIs ignoring or just not seeing the evidence in front of them.
"The acknowledged lovers talked and laughed; the unacknowledged were silent."