UNCAGED

A slash fiction with Grissom and Aaron from the episode, Caged.

Sexual content, but not extremely explicit

Part IV

I.

Gil walked into his favorite Thai restaurant. The counter girl saw him coming, and placed the two bags of his order on the counter. Gil paid her, said "Thanks" absently, and walked out with the bags.

He'd had a rough night, the night before, working on a difficult case, and wanted nothing more than to have an early night on this night. He'd prefer not to go to Aaron's at all, but he couldn't totally bail on him, he knew. So he'd tell him as soon as he arrived that he was there just to eat dinner, and then would have to leave.

Gil drove his big black SUV quickly and expertly over to Aaron's apartment building, parking in his usual spot, and carried the bags in to Aaron's building... he was on the ground floor.

He rang the bell, and Aaron promptly opened the door.

"Hello, Gil," Aaron said loudly, touching his arm and drawing him in to the room.

"Hello, Aaron." said Gil, giving up the bags. Aaron took them into the kitchen.

Gil followed him into the kitchen.

"Aaron."

Aaron turned, his eyes wide in surprise to see Gil there.

"Aaron, I had a bad day at the office last night, and I'm very tired. So after dinner I need to leave, okay?"

Aaron's eyes darted this way and that as he processed this change in their routine. Then he said, "Okay."

"Good," Gil said with a smile. "We can just talk over dinner, okay? I'm not in the mood for a movie."

Once again Aaron processed the information. Then: "Okay."

Gil went back into the living room and relaxed on the couch. He stretched, and then rubbed his hands over his forehead, attempting to ease the headache that had been residing there for the last hour.

Aaron bustled in with the tray, arranged everything precisely on the table, and then sat down.

"How is your work going?" Gil asked. "Is Mr. Hunter treating you better?"

"You... did good work... today, Aaron," Aaron quoted. "Good job... on the Shaffer donation catalog."

"I'm glad to hear it."

"They donated ... a lot of... rare books. On the territory of Hawaii."

Gil liked Hawaii, and found it's history a particular tragic one...although of course all history was tragedy. So he said, "Oh, tell me about them."

And Aaron did, in detail. On every one.

As a result, Gil finished eating long before Aaron.

He wiped his mouth with his napkin, and placed it neatly by his plate.

Aaron kept on talking, and normally Gil wouldn't have cut him short, as he found it fascinating, but tonight was just not a good night. He was tired and his head hurt.

"Aaron," he said... and Aaron stopped abruptly. "This is really interesting, and I want to continue this conversation next Saturday. But right now I am really tired, and I have to go, okay."

Aaron looked at him...then said, "You can... sleep... here."

Gil stared at him.

"I wanted to... tonight I wanted to...love..."

Gil stared at him. "You wanted to...make love...tonight?"

"Yes," said Aaron, nodding sharply.

Gil grinned, a little weakly. "I'd like to make love to you too, Aaron, very much. But...I am very tired. Let me have a raincheck, please."

"Raincheck," Aaron said, nodding sharply.

"But we can cuddle tonight, if you want. Put on a movie..."

Aaron put in Shakespeare in Love, and then returned to the couch.

Gil had arranged himself satisfactorily on the couch, slipping off his shoes and with his back against its edge. Aaron stood in front of him, and bent down towards Gil...kissing him on the lips. Gil's eyes widened in pleased surprised...although Aaron had often initiated contact...he'd never actually initiated a kiss before.

Aaron turned, and laid down on the couch, relaxing against Gil's chest. Gil draped his right arm across Aaron, and settled himself comfortably.

He would very much have liked to have turned Aaron over and got in some kissing and massage...but he was too tired...

But Aaron had taken the initiative...Aaron was ready...next Saturday boded well.

II.The Next Saturday

And indeed, on the next Saturday, if Gil had been the type of man to keep a journal, this might have been the entry:

The deed is done – Clarissa lives.

Which anyone familiar with the work of Samuel Richardson (or more appropriately, Sarah Caudwell's Thus Was Adonis Murdered, from which he was actually quoting...) would have understood.

THE END!