Journeys

CSI: Las Vegas

Gil Grissom/Greg Sanders

FRT/PG-13

I do not own CSI or any of it's characters.

The person who haunts Gil Grissom's past is back, looking for revenge. Forcing Gil to take Greg with him and run for their lives. Along the journey the two of them are forced to admit their mutual feelings.

Author's Note: I think that now I should add a possible AU warning as well as a crossover warning. I think that this story might be sent into the Law & Order universe as well as the Without A Trace universe. This may or may not happen, I haven't decided where to go from here. Please enjoy chapter three. Chapter four should be out by Sunday.

Chapter Three

"So...sor...sorry sir, I...I must have the wrong house."

"Not likely, come on in."

"I really shouldn't. I...I'll be going now."

"I insist. Please, come in."

Giovanni held the door wide open and gestured for Greg to come in. It was almost like a scene from the real-life version of Hansel and Gretel. In particular the scene where the Wicked Witch invites the children into her house. Greg followed him, unsure of what else to do.

Once inside the house Greg looked around: half of him looking for a quick exit route, all the rest of him evaluating his boss's home and way-of-life. Greg had to admit that he could easily imagine the two of them living here, quite comfortably to. He was jolted out of his fantasy by his host calmly asking him if he wanted anything.

"I...I'm fine, thanks though."

"It's not a problem. Sit please." Giovanni gestured in the vague direction of the sofa. Greg did so only to have Giovanni sit right next to him. Greg tried to inch away, only to find that he was pinned between the armrest and the mob boss.

Smiling nervously at his "host", Greg tried to force his heart to calm down. He was sure that Giovanni could hear it beating.

"Did you come here looking for Mr. Grissom?" Asked Giovanni, as smooth as a river.

"Yeah, um, he's my boss, he was acting really weirdly at work."

"I can imagine. I'm an old friend. I decided to stop by on my way back to New York."

"Do you know where he went?"

"I'm surprised that you didn't see him. A Ms. Sidle called him out to a crime scene. You weren't called out?" As he said this Giovanni started shifting closer and closer to Greg.

"We" Greg paused, nervous at the closeness. "We work different shifts."

Greg tried to move away again when Giovanni grabbed his arm and forced Greg to face him. He wriggled and squirmed, but Giovanni held his arm tightly before bringing around his other hand and grasping his right shoulder. Now Greg was kicking and fighting to get away from his captor. It wasn't until Giovanni had almost completely overpowered him that Greg's prayers were answered.

The door was flung open and within seconds Giovanni collapsed against Greg. Greg jumped back against the armrest. The stranger grabbed Greg's arm and pulled him off the couch and into his arms. He quickly carried Greg out of the house and threw him into the waiting car.

"As much as I love being swept off my feet by total strangers, what the HECK is going on here?"

"Greg, Greg, calm down, it's only me, but if you don't quiet down his friends will hear us."

"Gris?"

"Yes, I'm here. Greg what on earth were you thinking? You knew what I was up against."

"I wanted to help you. Some help huh?"

"You're lucky I decided to drive around again. Did he hurt you?"

"Not to much. He knows who Sara is though."

"I know, she called my house. I couldn't intercept the call fast enough."

"Did you kill him?"

"I can't. I could never bring myself to murder anyone Greg, no matter what crimes they may have committed."

"Will he hurt Sara?" At Greg's question Gil stopped the car, so that they were still halfway in the driveway. He sighed deeply.

"I hope not. You they will come after however. That's why I have to bring you with me. I never wanted this to happen. You have to believe me Greg, I never wanted to put you in danger, but you were the only person that I could trust."

"What about Nick or Catherine?"

"Catherine has Lindsey to worry about, and Nick? He's a great guy and I didn't want him to get involved. I honestly didn't expect you to rush after me. I thought Nick would."

"I'm in danger now?"

"Very much so. The cops will never suspect Giovanni, so any murder he commits..." Gil trailed off but the implication was clear: Greg was next on the hit list.

"What do I do now?" Greg asked, his voice cracked. When Gil glanced over he saw that fun-loving young man was now on the verge of tears. Gil sighed heavily. This was the one scenario that he'd hoped to avoid in this huge mess. As he stopped for the red light Gil reached over and gently wiped away the one tear that had managed to escape from Greg's tightly clenched eyes.

"I really screwed up this time didn't I?" Greg asked, looking straight into Gil's eyes with his own watery ones. Seeing the doubt in the beautiful hazel eyes in front of him, Gil slid the hand that he'd used to wipe away the lone tear from Greg's cheek down to cup the younger man's face.

"No Greg you didn't screw up. All this means is that you just have to come with me. Actually this is good. Now I'll have someone to keep me company and split the driving time."

"Where are we going?"

"New York City. I've got a friend up there in the FBI, maybe he can help us. We'll just have to take the long route though."

"How long is the 'long route'?"

"Six weeks." Replied Gil, putting both hand on the steering wheel, ready to go. He smiled at the now grinning Greg.

"Road trip"

To be continued