Title: I'll come for you

Genre: Slash

Fandom: CSI Vegas

Pairing: Gil/Greg

Rating: FRT

Warnings: Crackfic!

Summary: Greg has a new favorite song.

A/N: Heard this song and this is what popped up. Lyrics are in italics. Song is Nickleback's "I'll come for you."

Disclaimer: I don't own them I just play with them.

I'll Come For You

Greg was humming a new song he had heard on the radio on his way to work that night. It was not his typical music choice but the beat had gotten to him and now it was stuck in his head. The younger man walked into the break room and set about making a pot of his 'good' coffee before the shift actually started. Remembering that he forgot to grab the new pound of beans from his locker, the blond headed back to the locker room. Walking down the hallway past his partner's office an idea struck him and he grinned, knowing that Gil would probably kill him, he just couldn't resist. So taking a quick look to make sure no one was around, he walked into the older man's office and booted up his computer.

Still humming, he looked up what he was looking for and after a couple minutes to make sure the download was successful, he headed back to finish his original task and wait for the most opportune time to put his plan into motion.

It turned out to be a fairly busy night with everyone out on cases that took them all over the city. Greg was on his way back to the lab when he decided to call Gil to see if he was going to make it home this morning or not, forgetting what he had done earlier. Pulling out his cell he hit speed dial, waiting for the man to pick up on the other end.

Gil Grissom was not a happy camper, he had been stuck in budget meetings all morning and was ready to go home to bed. 'Well maybe not to sleep' he thought with a smile, but as long as he was stuck here it was going to be a long way off. Just as Ecklie started to rant about the night shifts use of overtime, Gil's cell phone started to ring.

By now you know that
I'd come for you
No one but you
Yes, I'd come for you
But only if you told me to

I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you

Making a quick grab, he blushed as he read the ID screen and vowed to make the little brat pay. Glancing up he noticed every one's eyes on him.

"Anything you want to say Grissom?" the sheriff asked with a smirk, knowing who was probably on the other end of the call.

"No, but if you'll excuse me, I'll be right back." he said in a hurry as he excited the room, cursing a certain blond under his breath. Answering the call, Gil didn't say hello or wait for the person on the other end of the phone say a word before he started. "I don't know how you managed to change my ring tone without me knowing, but you will be changing it back. I was in a meeting with Ecklie and the Sheriff."

Greg started to laugh so hard that Catherine gave him a funny look as she drove back to the lab. "Oh...God...I forgot I did that. I'm so sorry, Gris." Wiping the tears that had slipped down his face, he grinned. "But you have to admit it's true. I'll come for you, all you have to do is tell me too." he sang, earning a smirk from his fellow passenger.

"And if that's the case, then don't plan on doing that anytime soon, love." Gil said as he hung up with a smirk of his own.

"Oh shit." Greg said, as he paled and closed his phone. Leaning his head back, he cursed his luck and started to formulate a new plan on how to get out of the doghouse.

The End