Title: Convention Forgivness
Authors: Paradise4writin and Radek McKay
Pairing: Greg/Warrick
Rating: FRT-13
Archive: Anywhere...just ask
Summary: After a break up, Warrick and Greg find themselves in a
hotel during a convention.
Disclaimer:  We no own. We make no money. Please no sue

Warrick and Greg go to a convention in BFE. The crime lab mixes it
up and books them for a single room instead of separate rooms.
Warrick and Greg were in a relationship, but broke up and this is
the first time they have been in a room together since they broke
up. They have this huge fight and they sleep in separate rooms. One
wakes up and hears the other crying. They get back together.   76

Warrick Brown sighed as he looked at the room he was going to be
staying in. The lab had screwed up the room reservations. So not
only was he going to have to attend the convention with his former
boyfriend Greg Sanders, he was now going to have to share a room
with him. This was the first time since their breakup, which was a
nasty one; they were in the same room with each other.

Warrick scowled as he put his things into the shelves of the
dresser, slamming them shut in the process.

"Is this how it is going to be while we are here? You're just going
to ignore me?"

Warrick whipped around and saw Greg standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry Greg, but being stuck at this conference and in this
hotel room isn't exactly my idea of a good time!"

"I don't see why you are so angry, you the one that broke up with me
after being together for a year. You go out of your way at work to
avoid me and you won't even tell me why you broke up with me. Why
Warrick, why?!"

"I never loved you, that's why! I only said that to make you happy!"

The look on Greg's face could only be described as heart breaking.
It looked like his very soul had been shattered. Tear built up in
his eyes and he hung his head.

Warrick felt his own eyes fill with tears. He didn't mean to say
what he did. He was just caught up in his emotions and spoke before
he thought.

"Greg I'm..."

"Get out Warrick..."

"But Greg..."

"Get the fuck out!"

Greg shoved Warrick towards the door, while the tears spilled down
his cheeks.

Warrick swallowed his pride and decided to leave; he didn't want to
make the younger man even madder than he already was. He realized
that this was going to be a very bad week for him. He decided to
make his way to the hotel bar, since there were no events for him to
attend tonight and he really wanted to spend as much time away from
Greg as humanly possible. He wanted to stay away because Greg
Sanders was a force to be reckoned with... even more so when he was
pissed off. He seated himself on one of the bar stools. He ordered a
Jack and Coke. The bartender served it up quickly and Warrick let
out a love lost sigh. The bartender gave him a cursory look before
turning to wait on a brunette knockout. Warrick closed his eyes and
sipped his drink, wondering if even with those hurtful words, Greg
could ever forgive him.

~

Greg was standing by the door still and he had watched Warrick walk
away. It hurt... worse than their break-up and even worse than the
harsh words Warrick had uttered only moments before. It hurt... that
he was so willing to just walk away. Some small part of Greg, a
stupid part... he thought bitterly, had hoped that Warrick would be
more adamant... would be willing to talk to him and work something
out. He licked his lips and finally shut the door. He sat down
heavily on the bed and a small shiver passed through him. This was
going to be a big problem. He wasn't just sharing a room with
Warrick... he was sharing a bed with him too. There was nothing else
to sleep on either. The ritzy hotel didn't have sofas in their rooms-
just uncomfortable looking chairs.

Greg laid down and curled around a pillow. He let more tears spill
out began to sob. His heart was breaking all over again, and he
didn't know if he could take it again. How could he say that he
didn't love me, Greg thought. Warrick had been the first one to say
it. None of this makes sense. Greg curled tighter into himself as
the tears continued to flow.

~

Warrick stumbled out of the bar several hours, and several drinks,
later. He needed to apologize to Greg. He wanted his crazy lab tech.
He made a horrible mistake letting Greg go those three months ago.
He needed Greg, he truly did.

He stumbled towards the hotel room and dug his key out. After
several tries to get the key in, he finally unlocked the door. He
went to turn on the light, but from the outside light he could see
Greg curled in a ball on the bed. The sight stabbed Warrick deep in
his heart. He caused Greg this pain. He caused it three months ago
and he caused it again tonight. He had to fix this, this hurt too
much. He kneeled on the floor beside Greg. He could see the tear
tracks on Greg's cheeks and the knife in his heart dug a little
deeper. He ran his fingers through the hair that he snuggled into
not that long ago. Hair whose scent used to put him to sleep in an
instant.

The movements caused Greg to stir out of his sleep. He opened his
eyes and saw the eyes, up until a few hours ago, he longed to see.

Greg jumped back away from the touch. He could smell the alcohol on
Warrick's breath because of how close they had been. He didn't want
to be a drunken mistake so he crawled to the other side of the bed,
knees up in a defensive position.

"Don't you fucking dare." Greg snarled. He felt an uncontrollable
rage. Warrick looked a little confused, and Greg knew that he was
drunk.

"I'm sorry..." Warrick slurred out, his drunken state obvious as he
stood up to climb on the bed. He stumbled a little. He reached for
Greg. Greg got off the bed and pressed himself against the wall. He
glared at Warrick.

"I'm not doing this." He said adamantly. "I'm not going to let you
do this." He said. He didn't want to be Warrick's mistake for the
third time. Especially not twice in one night. He licked his lips
and headed towards the door. "I'm going to the lobby." He announced,
turning to glance at Warrick. "Just leave me the fuck alone." Greg
snarled out his last words and slammed out of the hotel room. He
managed to hold his tears back until he got to the elevator. Then,
his eyes were so blurred he could barely see the buttons.

~

Warrick was confused; the alcohol had dimmed his abilities greatly.
He hadn't drunk anything stronger than beer in a long time, so his
sudden ingestion of the whiskey threw him off. He licked his lips
which felt cotton dry. He had come here to apologize... why had Greg
gotten so angry? He wasn't sure, but he decided to stay... because he
wasn't sure why Greg was so pissed off in the first place... but he
wasn't about to make it worse.

It took Warrick about a nano second to decide whether or not to
follow Greg. He decided to follow Greg. He stumbled towards the
lobby and asked the women behind the desk what direction Greg went
in. The women pointed towards the pool. It took Warrick a few
minutes to make his way to the pool, and when he did he was glad.
Greg had stripped to his boxers and was swimming. Seeing his former
almost pausing to catch his breath almost naked made his blood race
and realize that he still loved Greg and had to make right the
mistakes made not only tonight but three months ago. As he made his
way towards Greg, he tripped over one of Greg's boots. He smacked
his head off one of the concrete tables and fell into the pool.

~

Greg had come up for air when he saw Warrick enter the pool area.
His heart gave a little flutter of hope that he thought he gave up
on months ago. He was about to yell something to Warrick when
Warrick tripped on Greg's boots and hit his head. He watched in
horror as Warrick fell into the pool. His heat stopped when Warrick
didn't pop right back up. He quickly swam to where Warrick was and
pulled him out of the water. Warrick's eyes were closed and there
was a cut above his eye.

"Warrick...come on man. Warrick wake up. Come on baby"

Warrick's eyes fluttered open and Greg almost cried at the site of
those brown eyes. For a moment he never thought he would see them
again. Without thinking Greg gave Warrick a kiss on the lips.

"You scared me Rick."

"I wanted...I wanted to tell you that I love you. I am so sorry for
what I said."

Greg felt his heart stop for the second time that night. He knew it
wasn't the booze talking. No one can take a fall like that and stay
sober. But, Greg needed more than words from Warrick.

I do love you Warrick. But I need to show me that you love me. A lot
of things have been said and done to make me doubt you."

Warrick started to say something, but stopped himself. Greg needed
actions, not words. Warrick let Greg help him up and waited until
Greg had collected his clothes before they walked back to their
room. After checking to make sure Warrick didn't need any immediate
medical attention, Greg tucked him into bed and then got himself
situated on his side of the bed.

As Greg settled in, he felt Warrick curl up next to him. The small
action caused Greg to smile. 'At least it's a start', Greg thought
as he drifted off to sleep.

~The Next Morning~

Warrick awoke feeling a little cramped, but very warm... and with a
pounding headache. He remembered being drunk, and that was about it.
And judging the close proximity of whoever it was beside him, in his
inebriation he had probably done something very stupid. When he had
first arrived at the hotel where the convention was, he had noticed
a great amount of attractive men and women. He himself was a
handsome man and he was sure that whatever he wanted to catch, he
had caught it. Warrick opened his eyes and squeezed them shut as the
light caused his head to pound even harder. He rolled away from the
window, away from the warmth beside him. He stretched and yawned a
little and climbed out of the bed. He stubbed his toe on the chair
nearby.

"Fuck." He cursed softly before heading towards the bathroom. When
he got in there, he relieved himself, washed his hands, and splashed
some cool water on his face. He'd kill for an aspirin and a cold
glass of water. With a slight sigh, he decided to go downstairs in
pursuit of both-and maybe a bit of breakfast. He opened the door
silently and crept out, not wanting to awake whoever was with him.
He idly wondered where Greg was... and he also wondered if Greg would
ever accept his apology. He had said some very harsh things to Greg
the night before. He reached the main area and saw a small shop type
thing. He went in to purchase some aspirin. The lady working behind
the counter gave him a seductive smile, but he only managed a weak
one back. The store was lighted with very bright lights and they
were driving into his head like spikes. He grabbed the aspirin and
paid for it. She smiled and gave him his change, while wishing him
to have a nice day. He grunted a response and left for the small
place that hosted the continental breakfast.

He saw a frustrated looking woman with fire-red hair trying to get
her two unruly kids to settle down and eat. They were shrieking with
delight, acting like they probably didn't act at home. Each small
noise resulted in another jackhammer type attack in his head. He
grabbed some orange juice and swallowed three of the aspirin. He
grabbed a bagel and contemplated it because his stomach was doing
flip flops. He cut it in half and decided to eat a small portion of
it. As soon as he took a bite though, he realized how hungry he was
and he started to eat a little more heartily, standing up to grab
some cream cheese to spread on it. He quickly finished off his bagel
and decided to go back upstairs to his room.

~

Greg woke up feeling cold... and very alone. His heart sank. So much
for being in love...He thought bitterly to himself. He rolled out of
bed and swallowed back tears. He used the bathroom quickly and left
to go find something to do. The first seminar wasn't until 1 o'clock
and it was only 11:30. He rubbed his temples and stepped into the
elevator, riding it down to the main floor. He was going to run out
and see if there was a coffee shop nearby. He could really use some
sort of mocha coffee to cheer him up a bit after being abandoned by
Warrick... who had claimed to have loved him. After all of the hurtful
things Warrick had said to him over the past three months, Greg had
been willing to give Warrick another chance. The fact that Warrick
had left hurt Greg more than anything Warrick could have said.

~

Warrick came back into the room and found that his bed partner was
gone. He still wondered where Greg was and he haphazardly made the
bed. He changed out of his clothes and went to take a shower. After
his shower he made his way to the mirror to shave. He spotted the
cut above his eye and wondered where he had gotten in while he
shaved. Half way though the shave the events that had taken place
came back to Warrick. Coming back from the bar, the fight in the
hotel room, the events at the pool...all came back. Warrick lowered
the razor. The person in the bed this morning was Greg! And Warrick
left, without telling Greg. Everything that Warrick had started to
fix had been destroyed. Warrick finished his shave, while cussing
himself out. How could he be that stupid? How could he leave Greg
alone this morning? Why didn't he check to see who was in his bed
before he left?

Warrick sat on the bed, thinking about what he had to do now. It was
clear to him that he had to do something to prove that last night
just wasn't a drunken night. He had to prove that he truly wanted
Greg back. Suddenly, Warrick had an idea.

When they were dating Greg had complained that Warrick didn't
express his feelings. Maybe if he told Greg how he felt....

Warrick went through his bag and pulled out his notebook. He sat
back down on the bed and started to write his feelings for Greg out
on the paper. He just hoped that he wasn't too late to salvage what
might be left. After several minutes and several pieces of paper,
Warrick was satisfied. He left the piece of paper on the bed for
Greg. He left the room again. He didn't want to be in the room when
Greg read the letter.

~

Greg couldn't believe that he left his wallet in the hotel room. He
had to drive all the way back across town to get it. The hotel room
was the last place he wanted to be, especially if Warrick was still
there.

When Greg stepped into the hotel room, he was relieved that Warrick
was not there. He didn't want to face Warrick after what happened.
How could Warrick treat him like that? Maybe he suffered some kind
of head trauma after hitting his head. Maybe that and the alcohol
made him say those things.

Greg was about to leave when he noticed a piece of paper on the bed.
At first he thought that they had fallen out of his bag and the maid
picked them up. But as he looked at them closer he realized that it
was a letter...and it was addressed to him. Curious, he sat down and
started to read.

Greg,

I know that I have totally screwed up what we had started to re-
build. I never meant to hurt you. Not this morning and not three
months ago. I loved you then and I love you now. I meant every word
I said last night. It wasn't the booze and it wasn't the hit to my
head. I love you Greg Sanders. I know I didn't say it to you enough
before but I am saying it now. I never would have left our bed this
morning if I would have known how much it hurt you, because I know
it did. If you would give me another chance to prove to you that I
truly love you, I will make sure you know every day of the rest of
our lives showing you and telling you how much you mean to me. I
will do whatever you ask me to. ANYTHING just so I can have you in
my life again.

I love you,
Warrick

Greg felt his heart catch in his throat. Warrick still loved him.
Greg had to find Warrick. They needed to talk about how to save this
relationship, because it was apparent to Greg that it was what was
missing in him life. His Warrick.

~

Warrick wandered around the hotel, trying to calm himself down.
Despite wanting to do it... the letter had made him admit to things he
hadn't realized he was still feeling as strongly as he was. When he
had said those things to Greg, both three months ago and last night...
he had thought he had meant them. In fact, he had tried to believe
he had actually felt those things for a long time. He tried so hard
to believe he didn't like being wrapped up in Greg's arm or taking
in the sweet scent of his hair. He had wanted to believe that he
didn't love Greg; that he was just using Greg-because he hadn't
wanted to believe he could love a man. Not Warrick... not the
quintessential ladies man. He had wanted to believe that what he had
with Greg was a cheap fling used to ease the loneliness he was
feeling due to not having a woman. And at first, that was what it
was. But somewhere between their lustful passion and curling up in
post-coital bliss... Warrick had fallen head over heels in love with
the younger lab tech now CSI.

Warrick wrung his hands together in an age old gesture of
nervousness. He squeezed his fingers together and his flesh burned
because of his rough palm pulling at the sensitive backside of his
hands. He watched his hands do their little dance, almost like a
mind of its own, as his thoughts were far, far away... in a land more
suited to dreamers than a man of logic such as himself. He had, when
he was much younger, dreamed of a fairy tale romance. He dreamt that
he was going to rescue some fair maiden and court her... something
that you saw in books and movies. In a sense, he had rescued
*someone* just not a fair maiden. He dropped into one of the couches
and thought about it. He remembered that he almost lost Greg because
of a stupid lab accident... caused by negligence and stupidity...
something that could have been avoided had they just checked the
damn hood. It was then he decided he had to make a move on Greg.
Greg had become jumpy; more resigned... it made Warrick long for the
loud music and louder shirts. So, one night, he just decided to ask
Greg out. He assured himself it wasn't a date... just buddies hanging
out... but then... one thing had led to another and before he knew it...
he was riding Greg like a prized stallion by the end of the night.
He smiled softly at the memory.

Still, even more than a year later, he could remember every touch,
every sound and smile, everything about that night which had made it
perfect. And he remembered, right in that moment, when Greg was
curled up beside him looking as peaceful as an angel... was when he
fell madly in love. And then... when he realized it fully a chain
reaction started in his mind which ultimately led to the cruel words
he had said. He let out a soft sigh and hoped to god... that the note
had the proper effect and Greg would come to realize that what he
said was true.

~

Greg was frantically searching the hotel, because he had no idea
where Warrick was at all. And it was a damned big hotel. He had
checked the pool first, but there were only little kids and
frustrated looking parents. He even went to go and check the room.
He felt like he had checked everywhere, and he was about to give up
hope... but then he saw the back of a head that was all too familiar
for him. He wanted to profess his love right there-but he was so
nervous... so confused as to what might happen.

Greg took a deep breath and walked around to face Warrick.

"Warrick?"

Warrick looked up at Greg and his heart skipped a beat with hope.
This had to be a good sign, right? Greg leaned against the wall
across from Warrick.

"I got your letter....thank you."

"I ment every single word. Greg I love you. And I will do anything
to prove it to you. Anything at all."

"I know, but what I want your might not be ready to give."

"Please Greg, give me another chance. I will do it, just ask me to."

"I want a commitment. I want it to be you and me and everyone knows
it. Can you give that to me?"

Warrick was silent for a few moments, and Greg took that as a no.
Swalloing hard, he pushed himself off the wall and started to walk
away. Warrick reached out and grabbed his arm. Warrick pulled Greg
towards him and gave him a soul searing kiss that told Greg all he
needed to know.

"Ok. It's gonna be you and me from now on. I promise Greg. I swear
on my life that I will never let you go again."

Greg fought against the tears as he kissed Warrick back. This was
what he wanted. He wanted Warrick back and he got him. He glanced at
the clock on the wall and groaned.

"We have to get to the convention."

Warrick gave Greg another quick kiss before he let go of Greg's arms.

"You go ahead. I have something to get. But I won't be far behind
you."

Greg pouted and Warrick nipped at Greg's lips beforesliding his
tounge into those lips.

"Promise Warrick?"

Warrick smiled.

"I promise baby...now get!"

Warrick smacked greg's ass and took great delight in the suprised
look on his face. Just as Greg reached the door, Warrick called out
to him.

"Hey Greg....I love you."

Greg turned towards Warrick and Warrick smiled at the huge grin Greg
gave him.

" I love you too."

~

"Welcome sir. How can I help you?"

"I am looking for an engagment ring. I am going to propose to the
man I love."

"Ah yes sir, right this way."

The end