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So this is a Harry/SLASH crossover series of one shots.

WARNING: SLASH. Go back now if you don't like it. Not beta'd.

These are the crossovers I'm willing to do. I may have forgotten one or two or three and if you know I'll write them, you can go ahead and send me a message. But remember, just because I read some of the fics, doesn't mean I can write them as well.

Angel/Bones/BTVS/Charmed/Criminal Minds/CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami/CSI: New York/Ghost Whisperer/Glee/House/The Mentalist/Merlin (BBC)/Mortal Instruments/Sherlock (BBC)/Supernatural/Twilight

NO LONGER TAKING PROMPTS.

Wragziez has requested a Harry/Grissom pairing from CSI: Las Vegas - (Harry in danger/lover panicky/Don't know about Harry)

Grissom knew that at some point his colleagues and friends would find out about his lover. Keeping it a secret though, so far, had been easy. Too easy. Grissom should have known that Harry would eventually be revealed to the rest of the lab at some point, but he never thought that it would be when Harry's life was threatened.

"So he's kidnapping people with green eyes?" Nick asked Sara with a raised brow from where he stood in Grissom's office, staring at the woman. "Now that is interesting. Do we have any idea who's he's going after next?"

"Actually," Sara flicked through several folders, "we do. I studied our guys' pattern and it seems that he's picking off his victims from a list."

"A list?"

"Let me see." Grissom ordered, taking it from Sara when she offered and looking down at it intently. "A list of people going to phsychiatrists?"

"His wife didn't even know what was going on." Sara added. "When Brass spoke to Doctor Lastrain, she appeared shocked before denying that he had anything to do with it."

Grissom scanned the names, seeing the victims written down on the sheet. He turned the page as Sara continued to speak.

"The next possible victim is a young man named Harry Potter." Sara declared.

Grissom froze, eyes widening and his grip tightening on the paper in his hands.

"What did you just say?" Grissom demanded, head snapping up to pin the woman with his gaze.

"Uh," Sara shared a startled look with Nick. "Harry Potter. Do you know him?"

Grissom didn't answer her and turned back to the list in his hand, almost ripping the pages as he looked for the one name that he knew, deep in his gut, would be written down. He was correct. Trying to keep calm, Grissom dropped the sheets in hand and fished for his phone.

"Nick, get uniform to Harry's address," Grissom ordered. "Sara, gather everything you know about the locations where the victims could have been taken." He glared at them when they just stared at him in shock. "Now!"

Grissom turned his back to them and dialled Harry's cell number, struggling to keep his hands from shaking. Sara looked up to watch him for a moment before turning back to mark possible locations on a large map while Nick disappeared, presumably to call uniform.

"You know this Harry?" Sara decided to ask Grissom.

"Yes, I do." Was all she got as a reply before he turned back to what he was doing. "Answer," Grissom growled when the phone just continued to ring. "Pick up."

"Hello?" A sleepy voice could be heard on the other end of the line.

"Harry." Grissom's breathing came a little easier and he turned his back on the now-gaping form of his colleague. "I need you to do something for me, alright?"

"Sure..." Came the confused reply.

"I need you to lock all the doors and stay inside." Grissom said. "Don't let anyone in unless it's the police, and even then only after they properly identify themselves."

"What? I don't-"

"Just do it," Grissom barked. "Please." He added after a moment of stunned silence.

"Alright."

"Thanks." Grissom flipped the cell shut and looked back over to Sara, who was still staring at him. "You got the possible locations?"

"Yeah." Sara gave Grissom the written down locations and watched his face intently. "Who is Harry to you?" Sara asked after a moment.

Grissom hesitated, shooting an assessing look at her, before he headed out of his office, prompting Sara to follow behind him.

"He's my partner."

The statement froze Sara in her tracks, but Grissom didn't notice nor care as he headed out the building to his car. He needed to get to Harry.

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When Grissom finally arrived at Harry's small home, two cop cars were parked along the driveway, while the officers themselves stood around Harry's house. Grissom hurried up the pathway, barely glancing at Catherine who was speaking to Warrick as he made his way inside.

"Harry?" Grissom called, poking his head into various rooms.

"In here." Was the disgruntled reply.

Grissom followed the quiet murmur of voices, and entered the kitchen, catching sight of his lover in sleeping pants and a large shirt. The raven haired man was talking to Nick who looked up at him with embarressed relief. apparently Harry had been arguing with the CSI for some time before the scientist could arrive.

"You!" Harry turned on his partner, irritation and confusion clear on his face. "What the hell is going on?"

Grissom just stared at Harry for a moment, feeling the tight knot in his chest ease as Harry spoke to him. Then before he knew it, the man found himself standing directly in front of Harry and pulling the younger man into his arms.

"Gil-?" Harry was cut off when Grissom pressed his lips against Harry's. Neither heard the startled noise that escaped Nick, and nor did they notice when Catherine and Warrick walk into the room.

"Woah." Warrick gaped, halting his progress and staring at the two men in front of him in shock while Catherine's eyebrows shot up to her hairline.

"Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" Catherine queried quietly to a stunned Nick.

"Somebody pinch me," Warrick said, quickly averting his eyes when Grissom separated from Harry to turn around and look at them, looking at the three with a questioning look.

"Well, Gil, it looks like you need to introduce us to your, uh, partner." Catherine said in a tone that suggested that life at work would become unbearable if he didn't.

"Harry," Grissom pushed said man a little closer to his colleagues, "this is Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes." Harry gave them all a small smile, staring at the three with interest. "Everyone, this is Harry."

The three CSIs still looked a little unsure of what to make of the sudden discovery of Grissom actually having a social life outside of the lab, and with a guy no less. After a minute of tense silence Catherine spoke up.

"We better get Harry out of here and to somewhere safe."

Grissom straightened up and nodded to her while Harry frowned but refrained himself from saying anything.

"Good idea. I'll take Harry with me while Nick," said man looked up, "you follow. Catherine, you and Warrick will take some officers and go to the locations that I will message to you."

The three were quick to follow the orders, and Grissom led Harry outside to his car, ignoring when Nick asked him about Sara's reaction, so that he could 'take cover' because she found out that her long-time crush was already taken, by another man.

NO LONGER TAKING PROMPTS. Also, SORRY SORRY SORRY for this being so late but I'm kind of revising for exams, joy, and so I won't be updating regularly until February sometime :(.