DISCLAIMER: I don't own the boys; I'm just borrowing them for the day :)

-CSI-CSI-CSI-

'Grissom?' a voice asked, quietly, almost sadly. The maestro looked up from his report to see Greg's face at the door.

'What can I do for you?' Greg walked in silently, then flopped into the chair opposite his boss. He opened his mouth, then shut it again with an audible pop. He repeated this action a couple of times before settling on something to say.

'Can I have some advice?' he asked, looking down at his hands, which were fiddling with the pen he had removed from his pocket not seconds before. 'I tried to catch you earlier, but you had some walls to knock down.'

'Of course you can,' Grissom replied, his face neutral but his mind curious. 'Can I ask what kind of advice you need?'

'Advice on love,' Greg muttered, flicking his eyes up to his mentor's face, before returning his gaze to his hands again.

'Love? Who's the lucky man?' Grissom enquired, earning a confused look from the other man.

'H-how did you know? I haven't told anyone, not even my parents!'

'Hush, Greg. It takes one to know one, especially in your case. You're very good at hiding it. It's just, you seem to share my appreciation for Warrick's and Nick's arses.'

Greg blushed, 'I never even knew you were gay… but now I do, a lot of things make sense- shutting Sara down, your great friendship with Catherine… Does Catherine know about you?'

'Yes, she does. She was the first to know, apart from me, of course,' Grissom replied. 'Now, about this young man?'

'Yeah,' Greg paused, thinking. 'Umm.'

'You love him?'

'Without a doubt.'

'Is he gay?'

'Therein lies my problem, oh wise one. I have absolutely no idea.'

'Is it someone at, or outside, the lab?'

'At the lab.' At that moment, Warrick stuck his head round the door, making Greg jump almost a foot in the air.

'Gil, I was wondering what you wanted for dinn-,' He stopped, noticing the young lab technician for the first time. 'Oh hey, Greg. Never mind, I'll come back later.'

'No Warrick, stay. You might be able to help with this,' Grissom said, an amused expression gracing his features. 'That is, if that's O.K. with you, Greg?' He turned to the younger man, who hesitated, but then nodded. Warrick grabbed the chair from the hallway outside Grissom's office, then came further into the room and stopped, obviously deliberating between sitting next to his boss, or Greg. He finally decided to sit at the end of the desk, roughly halfway between the two.

'So what's the problem?' he asked, automatically turning to Grissom for the answer.

'Our young friend here,' Grissom gestured at Greg. 'is in love.' He explained, scooting his chair closer to Warrick's, and placing a hand on his knee. This received shocked stares from the other two men in the room.

'Gil!' Warrick said under his breath, as he tried to remove the older man's hand. 'Not at work!'

'You two… are together?' Greg asked, astonished.

'Now look what you've done,' said Warrick, exasperated, as he dropped his head into his hands.

In a childish burst of excitement, Greg squealed, gaining a worried look from one of the lab-rats passing by the office at the time. 'That's so cute!'

'Thank you,' said Grissom, smiling shyly. 'Now, back to your problem. You're in love with a guy, at the lab, and you don't know if he's gay or not, am I right?'

'Yeap. That's pretty much the size of it,' Greg said, slouching back in his chair and fiddling with the pen he still held.

'Can we know who it is, or would you rather keep it to yourself?' Grissom questioned.

'It's-,' Greg started to reply, but then Warrick interrupted him.

'Nick,' he said, smiling. Greg gaped at him, and Grissom frowned. 'But it is, isn't it?' He looked at his partner. 'Gil, you may not see the way they act around each other, but I do. Greg watches Nick, as if he's gonna have to throw himself in front of a bullet to save him or something. He winces when Nick hurts himself, as if it's hurting him too. He walks a little taller, sits up a little straighter when Nick's around. He blushes at a touch, gives him the good coffee, and when Nick turns that Texan grin up to full power and points it at Greg, you just see this dazed expression appear on his face… it's rather cute actually. In fact, I might go and puke rainbows, or become a unicorn.'

'Have you noticed anything from Nick during these concerning, stalkerish moments?' Grissom enquired, a smile in his eyes.

'I think so, yes…I think he feels the same way. Let's put it this way. He looks at you the way I look at Gil, the way you look at him.' Greg visibly relaxed with Warrick's words.

'Th-thank you. Thank you both,' he looked up at them, his eyes twinkling with their usual happiness and mischief. He was clearly planning something. 'Thanks guys, I owe you one.' He stood and walked to the door as if to leave, but turned at the last moment. 'I won't say anything about you two being together if you don't want me to.'

Grissom looked at Warrick, who pulled a face and shrugged. 'Well,' the older man said, now looking at Greg. 'I, for one, would like it this was kept on the down-low for now. I expect you wish the same for your… situation?'

'Yes please,' Greg replied. He bid the two good day and wandered in the direction of his lab, not noticing the rapidly retreating back going in the opposite direction. The back of a man who's shift didn't start for another half hour. Ecklie.