Title: The Greatest Tragedy
By: weirdbagel
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Rating: G
Pairing: David Hodges/Greg Sanders
Summary: Despite the title, this one's actually kinda cute and funny. Read it and you'll find out.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, which is probably for the best...

He's cute. David would always give Greg that much. And cuteness generally gets it's way in normal society. Luckily, David Hodges wasn't normal.

"Please?" Greg continued to sulk at the other end of the sofa. Big, brown, puppy-dog eyes gazed longingly at the remote control his lover had in his possesion.

"No." David bit back with out the tiniest glance towards Greg.

"Come oooon! Who in thier right mind picks VH-1 over a NOVA Special?!"

David paused and slowly turned his head to look at his lover, who was still as pouty as ever. "That is probbably the single most nerdy thing I've ever heard..."

Greg grinned and quickly scrambled to David's side, nearly toppling over the man's bowl of popcorn. Greg nuzzled David's shoulder, peering up at him lovingly as his traced tiny circles on he man's chest. "Yes, but you love it when I talk nerdy..."

"Hmm..." David muttered, chewing on a handful of popcorn, fully engrossed in his TV show.

Greg sighed. "You're completely heartless."

"Hmm..."

The blonde slouched down, withering in defeat. "Why do you even watch this? Weren't you the one who told me TV was bad?"

"This is different..."

Greg scoffed."This is 'I Love the 80's'! It re-run's like, every day. How can any self-respecting scientist chose this over one the the most astronomical changes of our time! Which, I remind you, is only two channels over!"

"Greg Sanders, no matter how long you sit there and pout..."

"What if I gave you a-"

"I am -not- changing this channel."

"Why noooot?" Greg whined, flailing slightly, looking very much like a child being told he can't go into a toy store.

"Because..." David shut off the TV all together. He sighed and set his bowl of popcorn aside. He grabbed up his pouty boyfriend and slid him onto his lap, Greg's back to him, his head on David's chest. "It's time to move on Greg."

"But it isn't fair." David could have sworn he heard Greg sniffle.

"I know..." David petted his lover's hair. "But there's nothing we can do. What's done is done..."

"How could they, Dave? How?" Greg slowly turned over so he could bury his face into David's warm chest.

David sighed, but offered no answer, after all, he really didn't know. He just ran a comforting hand down Greg's back. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, then Greg spoke, his voice cracking ever so slightly:

"It'll always be a planet, to me."

"I know, Greg, I know."