Title: The Call
By: Angelise
Pairing: Gil/Greg with mention of Warrick
Archive: Yes
Feedback: Most definitely!
Warnings: None
Summary: Greg goes back home and receives a late night call from Gil.
Disclaimer: Crime Scene Investigation is the property of CBS and Alliance-Atlantis Communications. This work is not intended as an infringement upon those rights and is meant solely for non-profit entertainment purposes only.
Characters: Greg/Gil, Warrick Brown
Rating: FRT
Warnings: none

A knock on the door wrestled Greg away from the edge of a restless dream.

"Son?"

Greg squinted against the bright light intruding into the shadows of his old bedroom. "Yeah?"

"Telephone. It’s Gil."

Struggling to escape the tangle of sheets trapping his lower torso, Greg reached for the cordless, knocking it off its base. With a grunt, he scooted forward and caught the phone, bringing it to his ear.

"Gil?" Silence met his inquiry. A lopsided grin appeared on the young man’s face as he remembered to click the phone on.

"Gil?"

"I know it’s late but Warrick insisted I call you before I go to bed."

Greg put aside the fact that his lover needed to be told to call. Instead, he sighed happily, allowing Gil’s voice to blanket him with a comforting warmth. "I miss you, Gil."

"Me, too. Your substitute, Jackson, can’t seem to get anything done on time."

Greg listened to his lover shift against his pillows. "Is Warrick there? I want to give him a goodnight kiss."

"He’s not here at the moment. Volunteered to cover the weekend so Nick could go to some concert."

Greg tugged the quilt off the floor and spread it across the bed. "Will you tell him I miss his hugs in the morning."

"Sure thing. How’s your mother?"

Sighing heavily, the DNA specialist snuggled further under the covers. "She’s nervous about tomorrow. This is her first surgery and with the inconclusive results of her biopsy hanging over her head, she’s really worried about what the doc will find." Greg rubbed his hand over his face. "Actually, we’re all pretty worried."

"The feelings the three of you are experiencing are quite understandable."

Greg looked up and caught sight of the small, framed photo of his mother on his nightstand. "Uh… Gil? Do you think?" He shook his head and looked away from the face that gazed lovingly at him. "Never mind."

"Spit it out, Greg. Do you need me to come up there? I can call and get the next flight out."

Greg chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes focusing on the trio of thin gold bands that circled his left wrist. "Would you do that, Gil? Would you do that for me?"

The older man’s sigh chastised Greg’s doubts. "Look, Greg. Your family is my family now. I’ll come if you want me to. But you need to tell me. I won’t make the decision for you."

Greg sat up, the sheets and quilt pooling below his slim waist. Moonlight from the room’s single window chased across the small tattoo hidden in the hollow of the young man’s left hip. Greg traced a finger over the intertwined names of his lovers.

"Greg?" Gil’s voice demanded a prompt answer.

Greg glanced once again at the framed photograph of his mother. His words caught on a small sob. "Please… please come, Gil."

"I’m on my way. I’ll be there in time for you to cook me breakfast."

Greg released the breath he was holding. "Thanks, Gil. It’s just so hard right now and if they find…." The young man couldn’t go on.

"We’ll deal with it, Greg. That’s all we can do."

Greg tightened his grip on the phone. "Hurry, Gil. I need you."

The sounds of Gil slamming drawers open and closed could clearly be heard over the phone. "I’m coming, Greg. Close your eyes and lay down. I’ll tell you a story as I get ready."

The CSI supervisor cleared his throat. "One hot summer day, a father and son were out in the desert, playing fetch with their dog."

Greg yawned and snuggled once more under the covers. He listened to his lover’s mesmerizing voice for several minutes and when Gil paused to take a breath, Greg rushed in and whispered, "I love you, Gil."

"I love you too, Greg. Now… the bone was examined closely and pronounced human. Once this fact was established, volunteers were called to…."

Greg closed his eyes and fell asleep, the comforting spell of his lover’s words protecting him from reality’s nightmares.

The end

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