Title: Caught
By: Chapin CSI
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Warning: I don't speak English and it shows in my stories; luckily, my readers are very forgiving. Thanks!
Summary: Someone gets caught in the storage room...

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It was a night like all others at the lab...

...Except for two CSIs who craved some quiet time together. There were few options available for them the lab, but they had access to an old storage room in the basement, and that's where they went.

Cautiously, they walked down the hallway and after verifying that no one was looking, they opened the door and closed it behind themselves. They didn't turn on the lights –they could find their special corner with their eyes closed- and once they got there, they turned to each other in a frenzy of caresses and kisses.

She pulled back all of a sudden.

"Wait!" she hissed.

"What is it?" he asked, slightly peeved.

"I think someone's coming-"

"Oh, yeah, baby-" he replied, "Me!"

"Shhh!" She whispered urgently, "You hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Steps!" she replied, "Someone's coming! Get down!" She said, "Quick!"

They crouched down in their corner and kept silent, and just in time; the door opened and by the sounds made, it was obvious that two people had entered the room.

These two didn't turn on the lights either. But then, after dozens of clandestine meetings in the old storage room, they knew where to go, too. Noiselessly, they slipped into their corner and were about to turn to each other, when suddenly, the door opened again.

A beam of light from the hallway entered the room, but it was not enough for the newcomer, who wanted to see more than the vague shapes of gurneys and old pieces of furniture.

He turned on the lights then, and in a playful tone, he said.

"I know you're hee-eere..."

In the few seconds that followed, Grissom felt silly for addressing what looked like an empty room, but before he could turn off the lights and leave, something extraordinary happened: Broken gurneys moved, old sheets fell, and an old desk was pushed away, as four people emerged from their hiding places.

Catherine and Warrick reluctantly stood up, just in time to see Bobby and Archie rise from their own spot behind an old desk. They were too surprised to do more than glance at one another. They were too embarrassed to look in Gil's direction.

But Grissom was surprised, too, and so it took him a while to say anything.

"Catherine?" he said, "Warrick..." He looked from them to the other two, "What are you doing here?"

"We..." Bobby started, "Uh, we..."

Warrick tried to help.

"We just came to... hum..." He hesitated, and then he looked around in defeat. He couldn't think of one believable lie. After all, why would anyone come to this old storeroom -except to fool around, that is?

"We, hum," Catherine tried, "We just wanted to check out the supplies left in this room." She said, and then she looked up defiantly.

"Actually," Archie said, "I was thinking that I could use the space as a lab -"

"Hum, yeah," Bobby said, "Exactly."

Grissom listened to the half-baked excuses, but it was clear that he didn't believe one word.

"I think we all all know what you came here for," he said calmly. He looked at one couple and then at the other.

"Uh, Grissom," Warrick said, "It's not... It's not like we do this all the time."

Grissom nodded solemnly.

"Fine." He said, and then he took a step aside, leaving the doorway free, "I believe you all have something to do upstairs?"

They took the hint.

Bobby and Archie left first, but when Warrick and Catherine walked past him, Grissom couldn't help it.

"Did you know those two were there, too?" He asked.

"No, Grissom." Catherine lied, "We didn't."

"Mmmh." Grissom nodded.

Catherine motioned Warrick to leave, and then she turned to Grissom.

"Gil... it's not like we do this every night-" she said, using a conciliatory tone, "It's just that, you know, sometimes it gets a little tense, and we need an outlet, and we come here to-" She paused when she noticed the look of panic on Gil's eyes -the same look he got every time people broached the subject of personal relationships to him.

"Oh, for God's sake," she said, rolling her eyes, "You're such a prude when it comes to sex!" She shook her head, "Look." She said, softening her tone, "Just... Don't made a big deal out of this, ok?"

Grissom scoffed.

"Not make a big deal out of the fact that some of my colleagues are having sex during working hours?"

"Gil." She was about to argue but she thought better of it. "It won't happen again." She said in a tired tone. "I promise."

"Ok." He said quietly.

She stepped into the hallway and glanced at him.

"Are you coming?"

"I'll go in a minute," he said, "I'm just going to take a look at this room. Maybe Archie's right; maybe we can turn it into an office."

"Fine." She said, and then she turned away.

Grissom closed the door and then he looked around. The room looked empty, but it couldn't be; he had looked everywhere else-

"Ok," he said tentatively, "They're gone. You can come out now."

A groan rose from somewhere in the room.

"Wow, that was close!" Greg said.

To Gil's amazement, the young man rolled out from under the old gurney that was right in the middle of the room. He'd been hiding in plain sight, under an old sheet.

Greg stood up with some difficulty.

"Oh, man!" he said, shaking his head, "Every time the door opened, I thought it was you! And then it turned out it wasn't you but Catherine and Warrick, and then Bobby and Archie! Can you believe it?" he smiled michievously, "Talk about leading double lives, uh?"

"I can't cast stones." Grissom said primly.

"Me neither, I guess." Greg admitted, "Poor guys, they must be really frustrated." He looked at Gil, "What about you?" he asked, taking a step closer, "Are you frustrated?" He leant forward and kissed Gil. He was reaching for Grissom's belt when the older man pulled back. "Hey, where are you going?" Greg asked huskily, "I promised to reward you if you found me-"

"I have to go back to the lab." Grissom said in a tone that had equal parts of regret and exasperation, "I spent half an hour looking for you."

"What can I say?" Greg smiled smugly, "I'm good at this."

Grissom shook his head.

"This is the last time we play hide-and-seek at the lab, Greg."

"Oh, come on-" Greg protested, "We had fun!"

"Yeah," Grissom nodded, "But we came this close to getting discovered. It's too dangerous."

"Fine." Greg said, "You win." He pecked Grissom's mouth again and then he walked to the door. Before he opened it, he smiled. "Catherine doesn't know you that well, huh? You're definitely not a prude when it comes to sex."

They shared a smile of complicity.

The room was empty at last.

Or almost.

"Oh, boy," Albert Robbins moaned as he rolled out of his hiding place: a credenza that Ecklie had kept in his old office. Robbins had discovered that it was a great little place to take brief naps in.

Only, this time his usual twenty-minute nap had turned into a full hour of agony that had started when Greg entered the room, and continued as the other four came in.

Fortunately, Grissom had put an end to it just in time. Robbins was not a prude, but he wasn't a voyeur either.

In the darkness, Albert reached for his legs and fitted them, and then he felt his way towards the door. He didn't open it right away. First he took a moment to muse on what just had happened.

Warrick and Catherine? Wow. Bobby and Archie? Now, that was unexpected-

Gil and Greg?

Robbins shook his head. Well, well. Life was full of surprises...

Fortunately for all of them, Robbins was not a gossip.

Ah, but he would enjoy teasing them now and then...

THE END

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