Lyrics of Hope (2?)

It had been close to a week since the whole song business had started in the lab. Grissom had first taken it in stride. This was just another silly thing that Greg decided to do to irk the boss and he just ignored it. That was what he tried to do at first anyways. It didn't seem to work since yesterday, their resident lab tech's day off, Gil had seemed almost… saddened by the loss of the music and the penetrating stares.

You bet before we're through, Mister I'll make a man out of you!

He had to forcefully stop himself from smiling as he heard the beginning of a new CD. Apparently Greg had taken the time on his free day to gather more songs. The law abiding side of him wondered if Greg actually owned all these songs already, or if he was downloading them illegally. That made him wonder, was it illegal to use snippets of music to drive one's boss insane?

If you want to I can save you, I can take you away from here. So lonely inside, so busy out there, and all you wanted was somebody who cares.

It was amazing how accurate these songs were though. Greg, and likely any accomplices he had, took a very long time to work on this. Shaking his head and trying to keep his poker face in place so he didn't give away his amusement and vague interest, he stepped into the DNA lab. "Here Greg, I want these processed immediately. Test the swabs against the hair and the semen."

Lying on our backs and counting the stars, where the cool grass grows. Down by the river in the full moon light, we'll be falling in love in the middle of the night just moving slow, staying the whole night through it feels so good to be with you.

The stare Greg gave him was rather puppy like today. He had a dog that used to give him the same look when he was little. Of course that look was reserved for when little Gil had some kind of food and the dog had sat at his feet and waited patiently for the table scrap he always purposely dropped.

I know you love me and soon you will see, you were meant for me, and I was meant for you.

Once the evidence was left behind Gil turned to leave. He had things to do, theories to test, and spiders to feed. Stopping a moment as a thought hit him he turned to give the still staring Greg a thoughtful look. Perhaps he would start giving the boy some tests… to see if he was serious about this. Giving a tiny smirk he was amused at the brief confusion that flashed a crossed Greg's face as he spoke, "Why don't you do me a favor? I have to head over to the body farm, and visit Doc. I don't have time to feed my orange kneed tarantula. Can you give her three crickets from the cage below her?"

You try to tell me that I'm clever but that won't take me anyhow or anywhere with you…

It was slightly odd the smile that bloomed over the other boy's face. The puppy similarities were enforced once again as Greg nodded joyfully. If he did indeed have a tail it would be wagging frantically now. Shaking his head he turned and walked down the hall to go and see Doc Robbins, who was always amused by Greg and his interaction. The fading song playing oddly made him smile, and he did so without worry now that no one could see his fondness for the boy left behind.

Where is my Marlboro man? Where is his shiny gun? Where is my lonely ranger? Where have all the cowboys gone…

'Feeding his tarantula! Feeding his tarantula!' Greg had no idea why the very idea of doing such a small task made him thrilled but he was. After all, Griss wouldn't ask just anybody to go in and take care of his baby. It was likely being asked to… to… house sit! Since Grissom was a very private person, invading his inner sanctuary was a big deal. Which was why he very quickly, though not so quickly he'd mess up on anything, finished samples then left them to work on printing.

Catherine stopped him halfway to his destination, though she quickly realized that she'd have to walk with him, or else Greg might have a fit since standing still made him dance about on his toes anxiously.

Entering Gil's office made her frown a bit though, having no clue what Greg would want to do in the empty room. "Greg? What are you doing?" She was about to stop him as he reached for the aquarium that housed the giant spider, but his next comment stilled and relaxed her.

"Griss told me he wanted me to feed her."

It was horribly cute the way the boy's chest puffed out like he was doing the most important job in the world. She leaned against the desk edge and watched him carefully. Okay, so she could have moved on but she decided that if there was a spider breakout she wanted to be the first to know. That way she could take off quickly.

Snagging down the cricket cage next Greg reached in and carefully plucked three of the hopping bugs up by their back legs. Catherine had a disgusted look on her face as she watched each cricket be dropped down into the arachnid's cage. Greg was fascinated by it though, watching as the tarantula lunged and attacked one of its meals. Once Cath started to turn green he put the two cages back onto the shelves where they belonged.

"Greg… That was one of the grossest things I have ever seen. And since I am a CSI... that was really gross."

Greg just laughed happily as they both left the room, heading back towards the lab, unaware of the unhappy brunette watching them from around the corner, or the fact that she slipped into the office immediately after they were gone.

TBC

Evil Sara makes her entrance. Don't worry, next time there will be more Greg Gil interaction. Some screaming too.