A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short, but it's full of random Sears Tower fluff! Yay! And as a side note, I fully realize that in the last chapter I alluded to the fact that Greg became a CSI to get out of the lab after the explosion, but if you watch season 3, he actually wants to leave the lab before the explosion. Meh. That small fact doesn't bother me, but I thought I'd point it out for the record in case it bothered any of you. But I digress. On with the chapter!

Chapter 4

"It's just like we were meant to be"

Greg and Ryan stood in line to go up to the sky deck at the top of the Sears Tower. Greg rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, standing on his tiptoes to see if the line was moving yet. Ryan glanced up at him. "Greg, the line hasn't moved since the last time you looked, which was…" he consulted his watch. "Twenty seconds ago."

"Hey, it might've," said Greg defensively. "Do you think they'll let us go ahead because we're CSIs?"

Ryan shrugged. "I doubt it." He shot Greg a bemused glance as the blond once again craned his neck to look ahead. "Haven't you ever heard that patience is a virtue?"

"It's a virtue I've learned to live without."

"Ok, a watched pot never boils."

"Scientifically impossible, unless either the stove isn't on or there's nothing in the pot." He grinned at Ryan. "Any more clichés to throw at me?"

Suddenly, the line began moving and Greg let out an excited "Yes!" before punching the air victoriously and sauntering into the elevator.

Ryan chuckled softly as he joined Greg. "Only you, Greg, only you."

When they reached the top and had browsed through the dumb little museum, Greg and Ryan strolled out on to the observation deck. Greg instantly ran over to one of the telescopes and started digging into his pockets for some change. "Hey, do you have a quarter?" he asked when he came up empty.

Ryan rolled his eyes and pulled out a quarter. "You know, I never understood why someone would go up a hundred floors just to look at the ground."

Greg took the quarter and stuck his tongue out at Ryan. "It's 110 floors, actually. And I want to do it because it's tradition. Everyone does it." He put the quarter in the machine and looked out at Lake Michigan. "Oo, look at the boats!"

Ryan laughed quietly as he leaned against the rail, eyes scanning the busy Chicago streets below. When Greg's quarter ran out, he came over and threw an arm around Ryan's shoulders. They both just stared out at the lake until Greg spoke. "Thank you," he said, arm still resting comfortably on Ryan's shoulder.

"For what?" asked Ryan, raising an eyebrow.

"You know, for coming here with me. I can't think of anyone I'd rather share it with."

Ryan took a deep breath and turned toward Greg, hands automatically slipping around the blonde's waist. "Greg, I…"

"Aw, what a cute couple!" interrupted a cheerful-looking lady. She brandished her camera. "Do you mind if I take a picture for a local paper? We're doing an article about tourism at the Sears Tower."

"Not at all, ma'am," said Ryan politely, but inside he was seething at this woman for ruining the moment. With Greg's arm still around his shoulders, and his own arm wrapped around Greg's waist, the two stood together, facing the lady. Ryan took a deep breath and then relaxed, leaning into Greg and resting his head on Greg's shoulder. Greg grinned and laid his cheek against Ryan's head.

The woman snapped the picture and beamed at them. "Thank you! And if I could have your names, please?"

Greg smiled at her. "I'm Greg, Greg Sanders, and this," he said, gesturing dramatically at Ryan, "is Ryan Wolfe."

"Alright, thanks again!" she called before heading off in the other direction.

Greg raised an eyebrow at Ryan once she had disappeared from sight. "Well, that was weird."

"Oh yeah," said Ryan with a laugh. Suddenly conscious of his arm's position on Greg's body, he blushed and stammered, "Shouldn't we be getting to the zoo before it closes?"

Greg grinned at him. "Yeah, I guess so." He linked his arm through Ryan's and skipped off toward the elevator with the darker-haired man in tow, singing, "Oh, we're off to see the monkeys, the wonderful monkeys of Oz."

Ryan shook his head and laughed as they got in the elevator and headed back down.

A/N (the second): Believe it or not, this did happen to me. I was at the Sears Tower on a field trip and I was hanging out with my best friend, and this lady just comes over and takes our picture. And it was weird. So yeah. Please review!