AN: Thanks for the reviews!!! CSIfan1, Rainbowsnstars, forensicsfreak14, and magicks.
Forensics- what you write is mine what I write is yours as always.
Magic- it is refreshing isn't it. I personally thought Greg/Gil was annoying. I knew I forgot to add this was a romance story also.
Rainbows-Glad you like it!
CSI- Glad you like it!
Chapter 3
Warrick sat in the driver seat for a moment once they reached the Tahoe. "Did you.."
"I never suspected..." Catherine said.
"Wow." Warrick said.
"We can't tell anyone." Catherine said looking at him.
"I know." Warrick said.
"Let's just get to CSI." Catherine said.
"Right." Warrick said starting the Tahoe and drove to CSI.
~~~~~~~~ Jak watched Greg sleep. That's all he could do. He didn't want Greg to be in pain. The nurse came in every once and a while, gave him a shot of morphine or antibiotics.
Jak sighed. Greg was never the one to be out for the count when he was injured. This was difficult for Jak to handle.
He started to remember the first time they met.
Jak met Greg when he first moved to Vegas 3 years ago.
Jak was new to the city and had just gotten a job as a dealer at the Monaco. He went to a few clubs around the city. Looking for a spot to hang out before he had to go to work. A place where he could be himself. A gay club. Then he spotted Cosmos.
Greg was having an off night. They called him into work then told him that they didn't need him. He went to his normal haunt. Greg had been out for a while by now, about 6 years. At 19, he came out to his friends and family. Thankfully his mother didn't really care. He walked into the club, Cosmos and smiled at the bartender. He got his drink and went to his normal table.
Greg didn't dance, he was a social bar goer. It was a slow night, a Monday, a few people were around mingling. He spotted someone he had never seen before walk in.
Jak looked around the bar, not alot of people. He noticed a guy sitting at a table alone.
Greg sipped his drink and sighed as the most annoying song from the musical 'Chicago' came on. "All That Jazz" was playing in the background.
Jak saw the man sipping his drink from the bar. The only person who wasn't up dancing around. He made his way to him.
Greg sipped his drink again. He saw a 5'6 man walking towards his table. Greg groaned mentally. He was about to be hit on, again. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Jak knew the look on the guys face. He still went over to him. "Mind if I sit?"
Greg opened his eyes and looked at him. "Uh... Sure?"
"Don't worry, I'm not here to hit on you. You just looked lonely." Jak said. "My name is Jak Morgan."
"Greg Sanders." Greg said. "If you're not hitting on me... why are you here?"
"I'm bored. I have an hour to kill before I have to go to work." Jak said. "Thought I'd explore the city's clubs since I just got here from California."
"I got called in but they didn't need me. Thought I'd get a drink before I headed home." Greg said sipping his drink.
"You seem friendly." Jak said. "Half the people I've talked to either ignored me or threatened me."
"Gotta know where to go and who to talk to." Greg said. "I am someone you talk to if you want conversation. That is who you talk to if you want sex," he said pointing to a lanky man dancing with a shorter man. "That is who you talk to if you need some help with anything," He said pointing to the bartender. "And if you want to get beaten up, talk to anyone on the strip. Vegas is a hard town to live in."
"I'll stick with conversation." Jak mumbled.
"You a newbie?" Greg asked point blank.
"No. 19." Jak said looking at him. "But thanks for asking."
"Sorry, normal reaction. To many newbies running around, think they are, but aren't then they flip," Greg started to rant. "Then they call in there big het friends and you end up in the hospital with a broken arm and a caution when it comes to new people."
"Sounds like that's experience talking." Jak said.
"Three months ago, just got out the cast." Greg said. "It was interesting to explain at work why."
"Not out?" Jak asked.
"Not with the people I work with." Greg sighed.
"Where do you work?" Jak asked.
"Las Vegas Crime Lab." Greg said.
"Huh?" Jak asked.
"I work with forensic scientists. I work the DNA evidence they find." Greg nodded.
Jak blinked. "So you are a scientist?"
"Yes. A Chemist also." Greg said.
"Interesting, I'm just a dealer." Jak said.
"Well, that sounds fun." Greg said.
"It has it's ups and downs." Jak said.
That night they talked for 3 hours. Jak was later for work and Greg didn't sleep much.
Jak sighed at the memory. Since that day three years ago they haven't really dated anyone else, except the time Greg flipped out after a bad date and they broke up for 2 weeks.
Jak laid his head on the bed next to Greg's hands. "Why did this happen to you.." Jak mumbled softly and sleepily. "It should have happened to someone else...." With that Jak fell sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Catherine sighed as she got out of the Tahoe.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Warrick asked.
"Yeah..." Catherine said.
"Cath.. look, it's his life." Warrick said.
"I know but... I just can't believe it..." She said shaking her head.
Warrick sighed. "Remember, no one finds out."
"Right." Catherine said opening the door to the Tahoe.
Catherine went straight to Grissoms office.
"What is it Catherine?" Grissom sighed looking at her.
"I.. went and saw Greg." Catherine said sitting down.
Griss looked at her. "Right. How is he?"
"Third degree burns on his back and neck..." Catherine said.
"Did they contact his family?" Grissom said.
"In a way yes.."
"What do you mean in a way?"
"They called his significant other." Catherine said.
"He's married?"
"No! The person he's dating." Catherine said nodding. Mentally kicking herself.
"What's that person's name?" Grissom asked.
"Jak." Catherine said.
"Is that short for something?" Grissom asked looking at her.
"No.. His name is Jak." Catherine said looking at the floor.
Grissom blinked. "His name?"
"Yes... his name."
"Are you telling me that..."
"Well.. Yeah.."
"Why... How.. Wh..."
"Gil.."
"Wha... G..."
"Gil."
"Are you..."
"Gil!"
"He's.... He's..." Grissom stammered.
"GIL GRISSOM LISTEN TO ME!" Catherine yelled over him.
Grissom looked at her.
"Don't even say another word Gil. I have known you to long for this to be coming out of your mouth."
Grissom closed his mouth.
"Now, I can't flipping believe I told you what I promised not to tell Greg and Jak. Gil, you can't tell anyone."
"I.."
"Promise me Gil."
"I won't tell.. anyone."
"Good. Now, I have an investigation to run." Catherine got up and headed out the door.
Forensics- what you write is mine what I write is yours as always.
Magic- it is refreshing isn't it. I personally thought Greg/Gil was annoying. I knew I forgot to add this was a romance story also.
Rainbows-Glad you like it!
CSI- Glad you like it!
Chapter 3
Warrick sat in the driver seat for a moment once they reached the Tahoe. "Did you.."
"I never suspected..." Catherine said.
"Wow." Warrick said.
"We can't tell anyone." Catherine said looking at him.
"I know." Warrick said.
"Let's just get to CSI." Catherine said.
"Right." Warrick said starting the Tahoe and drove to CSI.
~~~~~~~~ Jak watched Greg sleep. That's all he could do. He didn't want Greg to be in pain. The nurse came in every once and a while, gave him a shot of morphine or antibiotics.
Jak sighed. Greg was never the one to be out for the count when he was injured. This was difficult for Jak to handle.
He started to remember the first time they met.
Jak met Greg when he first moved to Vegas 3 years ago.
Jak was new to the city and had just gotten a job as a dealer at the Monaco. He went to a few clubs around the city. Looking for a spot to hang out before he had to go to work. A place where he could be himself. A gay club. Then he spotted Cosmos.
Greg was having an off night. They called him into work then told him that they didn't need him. He went to his normal haunt. Greg had been out for a while by now, about 6 years. At 19, he came out to his friends and family. Thankfully his mother didn't really care. He walked into the club, Cosmos and smiled at the bartender. He got his drink and went to his normal table.
Greg didn't dance, he was a social bar goer. It was a slow night, a Monday, a few people were around mingling. He spotted someone he had never seen before walk in.
Jak looked around the bar, not alot of people. He noticed a guy sitting at a table alone.
Greg sipped his drink and sighed as the most annoying song from the musical 'Chicago' came on. "All That Jazz" was playing in the background.
Jak saw the man sipping his drink from the bar. The only person who wasn't up dancing around. He made his way to him.
Greg sipped his drink again. He saw a 5'6 man walking towards his table. Greg groaned mentally. He was about to be hit on, again. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Jak knew the look on the guys face. He still went over to him. "Mind if I sit?"
Greg opened his eyes and looked at him. "Uh... Sure?"
"Don't worry, I'm not here to hit on you. You just looked lonely." Jak said. "My name is Jak Morgan."
"Greg Sanders." Greg said. "If you're not hitting on me... why are you here?"
"I'm bored. I have an hour to kill before I have to go to work." Jak said. "Thought I'd explore the city's clubs since I just got here from California."
"I got called in but they didn't need me. Thought I'd get a drink before I headed home." Greg said sipping his drink.
"You seem friendly." Jak said. "Half the people I've talked to either ignored me or threatened me."
"Gotta know where to go and who to talk to." Greg said. "I am someone you talk to if you want conversation. That is who you talk to if you want sex," he said pointing to a lanky man dancing with a shorter man. "That is who you talk to if you need some help with anything," He said pointing to the bartender. "And if you want to get beaten up, talk to anyone on the strip. Vegas is a hard town to live in."
"I'll stick with conversation." Jak mumbled.
"You a newbie?" Greg asked point blank.
"No. 19." Jak said looking at him. "But thanks for asking."
"Sorry, normal reaction. To many newbies running around, think they are, but aren't then they flip," Greg started to rant. "Then they call in there big het friends and you end up in the hospital with a broken arm and a caution when it comes to new people."
"Sounds like that's experience talking." Jak said.
"Three months ago, just got out the cast." Greg said. "It was interesting to explain at work why."
"Not out?" Jak asked.
"Not with the people I work with." Greg sighed.
"Where do you work?" Jak asked.
"Las Vegas Crime Lab." Greg said.
"Huh?" Jak asked.
"I work with forensic scientists. I work the DNA evidence they find." Greg nodded.
Jak blinked. "So you are a scientist?"
"Yes. A Chemist also." Greg said.
"Interesting, I'm just a dealer." Jak said.
"Well, that sounds fun." Greg said.
"It has it's ups and downs." Jak said.
That night they talked for 3 hours. Jak was later for work and Greg didn't sleep much.
Jak sighed at the memory. Since that day three years ago they haven't really dated anyone else, except the time Greg flipped out after a bad date and they broke up for 2 weeks.
Jak laid his head on the bed next to Greg's hands. "Why did this happen to you.." Jak mumbled softly and sleepily. "It should have happened to someone else...." With that Jak fell sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Catherine sighed as she got out of the Tahoe.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Warrick asked.
"Yeah..." Catherine said.
"Cath.. look, it's his life." Warrick said.
"I know but... I just can't believe it..." She said shaking her head.
Warrick sighed. "Remember, no one finds out."
"Right." Catherine said opening the door to the Tahoe.
Catherine went straight to Grissoms office.
"What is it Catherine?" Grissom sighed looking at her.
"I.. went and saw Greg." Catherine said sitting down.
Griss looked at her. "Right. How is he?"
"Third degree burns on his back and neck..." Catherine said.
"Did they contact his family?" Grissom said.
"In a way yes.."
"What do you mean in a way?"
"They called his significant other." Catherine said.
"He's married?"
"No! The person he's dating." Catherine said nodding. Mentally kicking herself.
"What's that person's name?" Grissom asked.
"Jak." Catherine said.
"Is that short for something?" Grissom asked looking at her.
"No.. His name is Jak." Catherine said looking at the floor.
Grissom blinked. "His name?"
"Yes... his name."
"Are you telling me that..."
"Well.. Yeah.."
"Why... How.. Wh..."
"Gil.."
"Wha... G..."
"Gil."
"Are you..."
"Gil!"
"He's.... He's..." Grissom stammered.
"GIL GRISSOM LISTEN TO ME!" Catherine yelled over him.
Grissom looked at her.
"Don't even say another word Gil. I have known you to long for this to be coming out of your mouth."
Grissom closed his mouth.
"Now, I can't flipping believe I told you what I promised not to tell Greg and Jak. Gil, you can't tell anyone."
"I.."
"Promise me Gil."
"I won't tell.. anyone."
"Good. Now, I have an investigation to run." Catherine got up and headed out the door.