Normally, at the end of a shift, Greg would hunt down Gil Grissom... just for a glance at him before he headed home... but not today. Today he didn't even want to see the man that he couldn't help but adore... the man he admired more than anyone else...the man he spent nearly every waking moment thinking of...
No, not today.
He was going straight home...no exceptions. He didn't need to obsess over that guy...
"I mean... It's not even like he's gay." Greg frowned at that thought and began to pick up the pace...
He needed to get home as soon as possible...
Just as Greg turned the corner, down the final hallway toward the exit, he ran into something coming in the opposite direction. That something would have knocked him on his ass... if it didn't catch him.
Greg's heart jumped as he looked into the face of the man who held him.
Gil Grissom.
Greg managed to sputter out an apology... all the while, beating himself up inside for being so damned clumsy.
It wasn't until he attempted to run for the door that he realized... Gil was still holding him! His heart began to race as Grissom just stared at him... silently.
"He's standing... so close..." Greg thought as he raised his eyes to meet those of the man he'd only dreamed of being so near to.
Losing himself in the other man's blue eyes, Greg leaned in even closer... everything around him seemed to disappear... he didn't care where he was... or who was watching... all Greg knew was that the man of his dreams was so close his body... Oh so close... his heart was melting...
"Grissom!"... It was Sara...
Gil released Greg and spun around to face her.
Greg's heart sank...he'd never have a moment like that ever again!...and she just ruined it!
His eyes began to well up with tears as he stood staring blankly at Sara Sidle.
Greg then spun on his heels and ran for the door, as fast as his legs would carry him... He had to get home... and drink.