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.
Chapter Four
"So, why you?"
"What so you mean?"
"Why did Giovanni only threaten you and the foreman? I mean there are twelve people on a jury, right?"
"Yes. For almost one year we were kept in total isolation, our only company was the other jurors, and that was only during deliberation, and the guards. The deliberations alone took almost four weeks. As we tried to convince the three jurors that had been bought of, Peter, Martin, and I became friends. All that we knew about each other was what we'd heard in the initial examination and what we'd inferred through the conversations.
"After the trial, and before sentencing, the three of us met for lunch. We must have sat there for three hours just getting to know each other. Since then we met every day after that. One week before sentencing Martin was called back to DC by his father. He didn't want to go, but Victor insisted, so he left. Peter and I continued to meet and grow closer. On the day before sentencing one of Giovanni's goons saw us talking. He told Giovanni that we'd been friends the whole time. He said that we'd teamed up against him."
Throughout Gil's story Greg remained in stunned silence. Isolation for nearly one year? Greg could barely stand being isolated for one day, let alone a whole year.
"Greg?"
"I'm just trying to processes this, so Martin was safe in DC, the goon saw you and Jackson talking. Why didn't Giovanni just call a mistrial or make an appeal?"
"Because he knew that if he died he would never be suspected again."
"A free get out of jail card, good for eternity."
"Something like that."
"How did you know that he'd murdered Jackson though?"
Gil thought about just how he should answer the question. He knew that sooner or later he'd have to tell Greg the truth, that Peter had been more then just a friend; he just wasn't sure if Greg was ready to hear that yet. Gil also didn't want to find out that Greg didn't mind him being bisexual, but that there was no chance of them ever being in a relationship.
When he'd seen Greg pinned down by that monster Giovanni, Gil had wanted so much to just rip the gangster's head off. It was during that split-second when he realized that the attraction he'd had to Greg was really something much more. Very rarely had that ever happened to him. He'd been attracted to both Catherine and Lady Heather, but the only other time that he'd ever felt the same emotion was with Peter. Gil decided, right then and there, that he would tell Greg the truth, just not right now.
"I was there, Greg. Peter and I were sitting in his bedroom talking when the doorbell rang. Peter thought that it was the pizza and went to answer the door. After several moments I went to see what the problem was. I heard Giovanni's voice and hid in the hallway, they couldn't see me, but I could see, and hear, them.
"Giovanni had a gun and he threatened to kill Peter, right then and there, unless he told them where I was. In that case Giovanni offered to give one of us the chance to join him. Peter told him to go to hell. I heard two shots and then the door opened and closed, leaving me alone with my friend's body. By the time I was brave enough to leave my hiding spot the cops were knocking on the door. Only one believed my story. I was cleared, however..."
"You had to leave New York." Greg finished for him. This had to be hard on Gil. Running for his life, again, being stuck with an annoying lab tech. Greg didn't know what to say to him. He didn't know how to treat the man that he now cared for. Almost as if Gil could read his mind he reached over and put his hand on Greg's shoulder.
"As I'm sure you now know, Grissom isn't my real name. I've never been to fond of John though, go ahead and call me Gil. That's the only name I kept. I hoped that Martin might eventually find me here."
"Gil, got it. So, Martin never found you? And what ever happened to the detective that did believe you?"
"No, Martin never found me, and I honestly have no clue what happened to him."
"So, six weeks? Where exactly are we going?"
"Everywhere. We have to loose Giovanni and his men."
"Ok, but what about our jobs?"
"I don't know Greg, I guess that we shouldn't worry about that right now. Our main concern is to loose the Giovannis'."
"Fine by me." Stated Greg slumping down in his seat. The events of the past thirteen hours finally caught up with him. He yawned deeply as his eyes began to close.
"Rest Greg, you need sleep right now."
"I can help." Greg's words were slightly slurred by the beginning stages of sleep.
"You can rest now, then later we can switch off, alright?"
"Ok. G'night."
"Goodnight Greg, sweet dreams."
As Greg slowly drifted off to sleep Gil turned his attention back to the road. He knew that in the weeks ahead both of them would be faced with danger beyond anything that they'd ever faced before, but he also knew that right now, together, they might have a chance to survive.
To be continued