Pointless disclaimer. I do not own Ghost Hunters. trust me, if I did...Iw ould be in every episode.
Friendship First?
DTakersGurl
Ghost Hunters Fan Fic.
Grant bit his bottom lip hard. He could feel the sweat start to bead on his forehead. deep breaths…deep breaths… Grant Wilson had to keep reminding himself to breath. Him and Jason walked together through the dark halls of the opera house.
It wasn't any ghosts that Grant was afraid of…it was Jason. He and Jason had been friends since 89. When they had their first paranormal experiences. It was in 90 that they decided to create T.A.P.S. they had spent almost everyday together. They worked together during the day for Roto-rooter. They spent more time together than they did with their own families.
Grant was surprised it hadn't happened sooner. The closeness, the great friendship they shared with each other. This was the first case he had been on with T.A.P.S since he made his discovery. He wanted to tell Jason but he new he wouldn't go for it. Jason loves his wife and kids, Grant wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that. He didn't want to loose his best friend. Suddenly he could feel Jason grab him gently by the arm and pull him closer.
"Hey, G…what is wrong?" Grant pretended to look at his camera. He looked up at Jason. "What? Nothing's wrong."
He pulled Grant into a doorway, away from the cameras. "Don't give me that bullshit. You haven't came with us on a case in months, you barely return my phone calls, and your distracted. What is it Grant? " Grant crossed his arms and huffed.
"Nothing is wrong. God you never leave anything alone!" Grant pulled away. And started back into the hallway when what he heard Jason say made him stop.
"God Grant…please talk to me. Is it about me? Is that why you've been avoiding us?" Grant stopped and turned, even in the dim camera light he could see Jason's eyes had suddenly become glossy. As if he were about to cry. He stared. Jason…crying?
"Please. Talk to me. I was miserable those few months when you weren't around. This is the only time I could really talk to you. Without
family and the guys interrupting."
Grant's breath caught in his throat. "Please…I don't want to talk about this."
Suddenly Jason's demeanor changed. He narrowed his eyes at the younger man. "Just go then. It's obvious that you don't want to be here. Just go dammit. Just throw our friendship away. I'll just tell the guys that you won't be around any longer."
Hot tears suddenly spilled down Grant's cheeks, dripping onto his shirt. "Jason…God, no. I don't want to leave. Please…it's just…I'm scared, man." Jason's anger remained.
"You? Of what? Talk to me. Whatever it is, maybe I can help. What are you so scared of that makes you avoid me?!"
Grant felt his heart beating fiercely in his chest. He swallowed hard. "Of this." He whispered. He suddenly clasped Jason's face between his hands and brought their lips together.