A/N: Sorry for the long time since update. I have hade school to think about, And a writer block to get past. BTW this is NOW been beta. Enjoy)

Chapter Six: A run in with the past.

Grissoms home

"The world is a cold place, where dreams are burned to the ground, in just a blink of an eye..."

That was at least what Greg Sanders had though, after he got to know Frank.

They had been to together for two months now.
The first month had started like a dream, breakfast in bed, fantastic sex, but best of all Frank showed his love for Greg in public. Not like so many other gay couples that are afraid, just because society says its wrong, and that a man can't love a man, or a woman can't love a woman.

Greg had known from an early age that he was bisexual, he remembered even the first time he masturbated; it was to his gym teacher, Mr. Farrell. He was an ex-marine, 180 cm tall, 35 years old, ice blue eyes, olive colored skin, and of course the all over classic marine hair cute.

Greg was 15 at the time.
And one week after his 16 birthday, just after gym class he was jerking off in the locker room after the last of the boys had left. That was the day Greg had come to lose his faith in men, and family.

Flashback

16 year old Greg sat on one of the benches in the boys looker room. Gym class was in the two last classes of the day. So every one of the other boys took their showers and went home.

He had just gotten out of the shower, sitting on the bench in only a towel, jerking off to the thoughts of gym teacher. Sweaty, big strong arms, a nice six-pack, and the eyes never leaving Greg while they were running laps around the school. Greg had never been good at sport, and the running part was over before it had started, so Buck that was his first name had said that he would run with him.

His hand nicely wrapped around his dick, stroking it in a slow rhythm. Not too hard and not to lose.

"Yeah, thats it!" Greg moaned. "That's good"

"Having a good time Greg?" Greg stopped up faster that a car driving in to a mountain, and lashed out for the towel. But before he got it Mr. Farrell had taken it and was looking at Greg with lusty eyes.

"You're so beautiful Greg. You want some help? A boy like you I sure you will." Buck stepped even closer to Greg and pulled Greg up just to take him in to a bruising kiss.

"Stop! Youre hurting me." Greg tried to push him away, in just the snap of some fingers Greg had lost his fantasy about the handsome Marine.

"Ohh, but Greg dont think I havent heard you the other times jerking off, with MY name on your lips when you come." Buck stripped off his t-shirt while he had a death grip on the young boys arm "I have seen how you look at me. How you silently are begging for me to fuck you."

He turned Greg fast around and bent him over the bench he had been sitting on.

"Youre going to like this." Farrell said as he pushed one finger in to Greg, then two, then three, before slamming his dick hard in.

"So tight, Greg. Im going to take you on a nice ride" A hand come to stroke him as his ass was taken hard and long.

-Gregs home at 16-

"You are late Greg!" A drunk voice rang through the house, and he heard his father getting closer. "And way are you limping boy?"

Gregs father was 190 cm so he out rang the boy with 20 cm, but there were no mistaken that this was his father. He had the same brown hair and eyes just like Greg. Only the different between them was the drinking. After Gregs mother died, he had started.

Greg avoided the first punch that was thrown, but John, his father hit bull's eye with the next.

"You are not a queer are you? No son of mine shall ever become a cock sucker!! You hear me boy?! No son of mine!"

Flashback end

Greg was sitting in the bed alone, the tears running down his face and wishing that Gil was there. Grissom had been called in to work, they had got a triple; murder/suicide. And like any other triple, it would take a long time to process so Grissom wouldnt be home for a while.

So, Greg got out of bed and took a shower, put on some clean sweat pants and one of Grissoms shirts, and just walked around the house looking at things; Bugs that were placed in frames and hung up at the walk, books on everything from A to Z, from forensic to classic like John Steinbeck's; Of mice and men and Stephen Kings The Stand. And, there was Harry Potter. Greg smiled to himself. Who knew that about Gil Grissom? And then it hit him; he knew. Greg knew that Gil Grissom like his coffee black and sometimes when the case got to close home, he would go to the theater across town to watch old silent movies.

Greg smile grow wider, in just some weeks they had gone from co-worker, to friend and then to… Greg was almost afraid to think it; Lovers.

"Lovers" he whispered out loud. "Lovers" he whispered louder.

He found his way back to the bed, took the pillow that smelled of Gil, his lover, and fell in to a dreamless sleep.