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.

Warning: I'm not 100 positive how accurate my characterizations of Martin, Danny, Viv, Jack, and Sam are. I decided to make Jack and Marie divorced, friends instead of lovers. Sam and Martin were dating, but they broke up three months ago. I apologize if this in inaccurate, please e-mail me if you have any problems with this section. You may be able to help me with the next part of this story. Thanks and enjoy.

Just a little interlude in my Journeys saga, two of our boys muse on their feelings for the other two boys. Confused yet? Since it has over 1000 words I decided tojust go ahead and call it :

Chapter Seven

Four federal agents stood, shell shocked, staring at Jack's computer. For awhile it had been silent, each person lost in their own thoughts. All of them had one common question however: how did we not see this. Jack reluctantly broke the spell entwined around them.

"I want everything you can get me on this guy. Everything, I don't care how small, and I don't think that I have to tell you to keep this very quiet." Looking at the nodding faces around him, Jack sighed. Well trained instinct told him that Martin was in a lot of trouble. Or at least, he hoped that it was instinct.

Jack could deal with a teammate in trouble. He could deal with mob bosses who like to fake their own deaths. He could deal with being interested in men. Hell, he could even deal with being attracted to a certain male coworker in trouble with an undead mob boss. What Jack Malone could not deal with was the call to arms that his soul was screeching. He couldn't deal with the fear that filled him when he thought about the younger man's possible fate.

He could, however, deal with a teammate in trouble; so he pretended that the emotion he felt in his gut (not heart, definitely not heart) was concern for his friend.

Lifting his head from it's current position, rested on his collarbone, Jack stared into his blonde counterpart's eyes. He saw her fear for the man who'd seemingly captured both of their attentions. A quick, subtle, glance around the room insured that they were alone, the door to the outside offices firmly shut; Danny and Viv had left to obey his previous order. Even though they were alone, Jack silently prayed to all things Holy that Sam wouldn't mention her obvious feelings for Martin.

If she admitted to him that she'd fallen for Martin's blatant charms, it meant that Sam was subtly asking Jack for his blessing for the couple. That was one blessing that he wasn't so sure he could give. Jack knew that the two could easily hold an office romance without letting it interfere with their work, and while it, technically, was against regulation for two people on the same team to be romantically involved, no one ever officially 'noticed' the relationships.

No, the reason for not wanting to have to give the couple his of-the-record blessings was his own feelings for Martin. He desperately wanted not to have to face the two each day knowing, fantasizing, about what their lives were like once they left the building each night. He swallowed hard, hating how jealous he was of his blonde friend. She could tell Martin how much she loved him. She could be with someone who could love her publicly.

Realizing that he was making her wait Jack cleared his throat and gestured for Sam to speak.

"I know that time is of the essence Jack, but I need to borrow two minutes of your time."

"Just two" Jack asked, keeping his tone light, teasing.

"Well, maybe three. As I'm sure you know by now, Martin and I have been playing the we're-just-friends game for quite awhile now."

'Great.' Jack thought, angrily. 'Here it comes.'

"I may have heard something to that extent." Jack prided himself on his straight face and even tone.

"Well, I just wanted to say that we'll both be totally professional, but I thought that maybe if I question him tonight, about Giovanni..."

"Why don't we talk to him together, as a team. Personally, I don't feel like letting him out of my sight until I'm sure he's safe."

"I knew it!" Sam exclaimed, jumping up from chair that she'd collapsed onto.

"You knew what?" Jack looked at her curiously, as if she'd suddenly grown two more heads.

"I knew that you cared about him, and don't try to deny it."

"Sam..." Jack trailed off, his tone warning her to back off while he figured out exactly what was going on. In short, Jack was confused, Sam knew that he cared about Martin, but she was the one 'not dating' him. She also knew what could happen to him should that small piece of information be overheard by his boss.

The two were interrupted by Viv poking her head into the office and announcing that she'd called in a favor and gotten a copy of the trial transcript. As the pair walked out to join Danny and Viv in the bullpen, Sam made it very clear to Jack that their conversation was far from over.

Gil yawned as he took a short stretch break, chuckling softly to himself when turned around to check on Greg. The younger man was sound asleep, sprawled out on the left bed. His soft snores were barely audible over the dull murmur of the tv. One glance over at the square object confirmed Greg's show of choice to be Law & Order: SVU. Shaking his head, Gil reached over and gently lifted the remote from his friend's relaxed hand. After briefly considering flicking to CNN, he turned off the tv.

Knowing that he would rarely ever be in a similar situation, Gil took a long moment to observe the lab tech lying on the bed in front of him. He took in the damp, naturally spiky hair, flattened slightly on the right. A sure indicator that he'd originally laid his head down on the right hand pillow. Gil imagined briefly that it had been his chest instead of the pillow that had held the other man's head. He was sure that would have been much more comfortable for Greg anyway.

"Who'm I kidding?" Gil muttered to himself. "Am I really that far gone?"

As if in response to Gil's rhetorical question Greg moaned softly and once again shifted on the lumpy mattress the hotel had so lovingly provided. In the process, he moved is head even closer to the older CSI. With a half-moan of his own, Gil continued to inventory every inch of Greg's body.

On it's own volition, one of his hands reached down and wrapped itself around the soft, silky spikes that covered Greg's head. His other rebellious hand also reached down to join it's mate. It, however, never made it to the young man's hair. No, instead the mutinous appendage found it's way onto one of Greg's cheeks.

It was then that he had his answer: John 'Gil'bert Gresham a.k.a. Gil Grissom was truly, madly, deeply in love with one Gregory Olaf Sanders.

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