Chapter Two: Confessions.

After the shift ended, Greg found himself outside Dr. Gil Grissom's office.
Feeling nervous, he knocked on the door and entered to find Gil waiting for him behind the desk. He nodded to the chair in front to signal to Greg to sit down.

"What happened to your back?" The question came out hard and brutal.

"I told you. I helped out some friends."

"Greg," Grissom took off his glasses and ran a hand through his hair "Greg, I don't know if you know, but the marks on your back come from a whip."

"No!" Greg said hastily. "I mean, no."

"Well then, you are from this moment fired. Go clean out your locker."

"What? Why?" Greg stood up from the chair, making it tip over, his hand held up questioningly.

"If you can't trust me enough to tell me if someone is hurting you, how can I trust you with the evidence? Tell me Greg, how?"

His arm fell to his side with his eyes to the floor.

"It's been five months. His name is Frank Ladsmi; he's 85 kilos and 179 centimetres, fifty years old, greyish hair and beard." Greg spoke out. "Please, don't fire me Grissom! You know I love this job!" He sank to his knees crying almost silently.

Grissom made his way to him in no time, holding the crying lab tech, and soon to be CSI in his arms, feeling his shirt getting soaked with tears.
After a few minutes, he pulled the almost sleeping Greg to his couch and laid him down on his stomach, before fetching some lotion from his desk that he had picked up during his lunch break, knowing this very moment was to come.

He pulled up the sobbing boy's shirt without any protest and started rubbing in the cream on the red, irritated swells, making the younger man moan in pleasure.
Greg's moan went straight to Grissom's dick. He could not remember last time he had been that hard. He put the thought aside; Greg was his subordinate, his co-worker and friend, and most of all the age difference, he was old enough to be his dad.
Grissom sped up to finish so he could go home and take a very long, cold shower, and think about what to do with the situation at hand.
He carefully shook Greg to wake him up. Greg woke up with a bullet's speed, looking around expecting to get punished for falling asleep again without permission.

"Hi, Greg it's good. nobody's going to hurt you, okay?"

Still a little out of center, Greg nodded and relaxed in to the warm arms that had hold of him.

"Let's get your spare clothes from your locker, and you'll sleep at my house tonight. Does that sound good?"

Another nod from the boy, and they were on their way, getting the clothes and walking to the car for the drive over to Grissom's house.

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Grissom's House

Grissom's home was like a nature museum. That was the first thing Greg noted when he was dragged through the door leading from the garage to the kitchen.
The walls were filled up with framed butterflies, bugs and bookshelves.
Through the kitchen Grissom showed him the way to the back of the house, and through a door. That, Greg would bet a whole month's worth of pay, was going to be a guest room. It was painted in an eggshell color, and it almost surprised him that it didn't have tiny bugs printed on it.
There were two other doors in the bedroom, one leading to a bathroom, and one to what seemed to be a closet.

"You can sleep here, I'll take the guest room."

So much for that bet Greg thought to himself, amused.

"There is the bathroom, and in there are my clothes." He pointed on the doors in turns. "I'll be in the second door to the right, if you need anything, okay?"

Greg nodded his head in understanding.

"Okay, I'll find you a toothbrush and something you can sleep in." Grissom left the room, leaving Greg alone.