Title: Everyone
Summary: Everyone says they're enemies. Everyone is wrong.
Pairing: Grissom/Ecklie
Rating: Mild R
A/N: Thanks to Kelly for beta'ing.
During the hours when they were in public, they were Grissom and Ecklie - or perhaps a mocking Conrad or Gil laced with obvious venom. They were barely civil during the work hours, because everyone knew that Conrad Ecklie and Gil Grissom just didn't get along.
Everyone was wrong.
Everyone didn't know that both men would sometimes count the hours until they could be together next. Conrad worked as Assistant Director: days; Grissom supervised the graveyard shift: nights. They didn't have a lot of time alone together. Everyone wasn't aware that when they were alone they were Conrad and Gil, except this time there was no hint of mocking to be detected, and the names were said with something rather close to tenderness.
Everyone was oblivious, and they liked it that way. They liked that their taunts in public could become a game ("I love it when you wear your gloves.") and no one was the wiser. The public mocking had turned into private teasing ("No glove, no love." - "Don't get kinky on me, Gil.") and everyone still had no clue.
Then there were the hours when their names turned into moans and sounds which couldn't be classified as words precisely, but held a distinct quality of asking for either divine intervention or more, more, more, muttered in the heat of passion. They knew that this was all the more special because no one else knew about it. They kissed, writhed, moaned, and panted with each other, the moans getting louder and finally the names again spilling out of their mouths - this time surpassing tenderness and sounding like need.
Whereas everyone knew they hated each other, Ecklie and Gil knew they were falling in love.
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