Title: Journeys
By: Rini1031
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: character death, WiP
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of it's characters.
Summary: The person who haunts Gil Grissom's past is back, looking for revenge. Forcing Gil to take Greg with him and run for their lives. Along the journey the two of them are forced to admit their mutual feelings.\

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"Hey Greggo what's up, other than the sky of corse?"

"Hey Nick, no your sample hasn't been processed yet, no I will not get to it within the next hour."

"That's cool man, actually I was just wondering if you'd seen Gris today? We're working a triple and I can't find him anywhere."

"And your asking the guy who hasn't left his lab all day why?"

"So that's a no?"

"No Nick, I haven't seen Grissom today, but I'll page you when your sample's been processed."

Greg sighed as Nick left the lab to continue his search for the elusive supervisor. He'd been working nonstop for almost ten hours processing all the samples for the latest crime spree. He knew that Gris wouldn't just disappear for no reason, especially right in the middle of the shift. He also hoped that the older man's disappearance didn't mean that he was working another case solo. Greg had heard, and in some cases seen, the results of when CSIs went off on their own to crime scenes. The results were often not positive.

As he thought he started to automatically process the samples that he'd been given. Greg knew that when he could both daydream and do his job at the same time it had begun to get bad, but right now he was beyond caring. He knew that he wouldn't make a mistake, he's done this too many times before.

Greg's musings were interrupted when a familiar face appeared at his door.

"Greg?" Gil Grissom tentatively asked the young lab tech. Greg paused. He'd never heard Grissom anything but sure in his whole life.

"Yeah Gris?"

"I need you to process this very quickly and very quietly. This has priority Greg."

"Sure thing Gris, I'll call you when it's done."

"No Greg. I'll stay here and watch."

"This must be really important then" Greg muttered under his breath.

"It is Greg. That's why I need to be here, to see the results in person."

Greg turned away from Gil and put down the two vials currently in his hands. He quickly wrote the case numbers on the glass and turned back toward Gil.

"I'm all yours." Greg joked, semi-seriously.

It was a well-kept secret that Greg Sanders had a small crush on his boss. Well-kept as in only he knew, and Greg intended to keep it that way.

"What do you need me to do?" He continued, now serious.

"Mass spec, DNA tests, anything else that you can think of. Every test that you can run."

"Not a problem boss." Greg replied cheerfully as he reached for the envelop that Gil was holding. He started when Gil's hand closed around his.

"Keep this quiet Greg. I trust that you can keep this quiet, right?"

"What's so important Gris?" Greg asked, now extremely confused by his boss's strange behavior.

Gil sighed heavily. He hated having to bring Greg into this mess; he hated knowing that he was the reason that Greg would now be in danger, but Greg was the only tech in the lab that Gil knew he could trust to keep this quiet. Wanting the energetic young lab tech to be a part of his personal life had absolutely nothing to do with it.

"Greg" Gil started, reluctantly letting go of his end of the envelop. "There may be a red flag when you run the DNA. Use my access code. I'll send it into your system."

"Should I be scared Gris? Who does the DNA belong to?"

"A dead man."

Greg paused in the middle of preparing cloth for the tests. He thought that he'd heard Gil say that the DNA had come from a dead man, but that would be impossible, right? One thing that Greg had quickly learned on this job was that anything is possible.

"Greg, the tests."

"Oh, sorry Gris, but you kinda lost me at the dead man part."

"Do you trust me Greg?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"Then don't ask questions, just run the tests."

"Alright, fine. So how's the weather outside these walls?"

"Greg, the tests."

"Gris, I can multitask you know."

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"Results are in the house. Gris, Gris?"

Greg looked over to find his boss sleeping restlessly in his chair. Smiling gently, Greg quietly walked over and took a good long look at Gil Grissom. He looked a good twenty years older right now, the lines on his face stood out against the too pale skin. His hair was tousled and mussed. Greg had never seen his boss disheveled before. He gently reached over and started to brush the errant strands of hair from Gil's face when he awoke with a start. Shocked, Greg pulled his hand back, almost as if it had been caught on fire, only to have it be caught by Gil.

"Oh, sorry Gris, I was just trying to wake you up. You ok boss?"

"I'm fine, did the results come in yet?"

"That's why I was about to wake you up. Your guy's one Tony Giovanni, ex-con extraordinaire."

"Tone it down Greg. Quiet, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, hey where are you going?" Greg asked as Gil stood up to leave.

"To find my ex-con extraordinaire. It's probably for the best that you don't mention to anyone that you've seen me."

"God Gris, what's going on?"

"Nothing Greg. Thank you."

With that Gil took the file from Greg's outstretched hand then turned around and left the lab.

Greg watched him leave, confused by his boss's odd behavior. Everyone knew that Gil Grissom was eccentric but this was beyond anything that Greg had ever seen. Worried about the man who he'd come to care very much for, Greg did a full database search on the name Tony Giovanni using Gil's access code, still logged in on his computer. Leaving the computer to do it's job Greg turned back to Sara's vials and continued running the DNA tests.

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After both Sara and Nick's results had been delivered, and he'd been yelled at twice for being to slow, Greg returned to his lab to clean up. He'd just collapsed in his chair when his computer beeped, signaling that it had found something. He was half tempted to ignore it, deal with it tomorrow, when the image of his boss appeared in his mind's eye. With a heavy sigh Greg opened the lone file that the search had produced.

Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Tony Giovanni had been a "small-time" mob boss who had been caught, tried, and convicted of multiple felonies, including five counts of rape and murder. John Gilbert Gresham had been on the jury that had convicted him. At sentencing, Giovanni had verbally threatened both John Gresham and Peter Jackson, the foreman. Three days after Giovanni "died" Jackson was murdered.

"Oh my God. No way." Exclaimed a horrified Greg. "So this is what he's running from."

"What who's running from Greg?" Greg quickly minimized the file and whirled around in his chair to face the intruder.

"Nick, God, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing sneaking around the lab at" Greg paused to glance at his watch.

"Five in the morning?" Nick finished for him. "I was about to go home. Elicklie gave us all the rest of the week off."

"Kind of him, especially considering that today just so happens to be Friday morning."

"I thought so too, go home Greg. Get some rest."

"I will, I just need to download something."

"What's up Greg?"

"No...not...nothing Nick, nothing at all."

"You're not in any trouble, are you?"

"No, not me, I mean, I can't tell, not that I, we, don't trust you but..." Greg trailed off, ashamed to be caught lying to one of his best friends.

"I get it, ok, but if you need help, or anything for that matter, call me first, ok."

"Promise, thanks Nick, I just..."

"Sworn to secrecy, I get it."

"Bye Nick."

"See you on Monday Greggo."

Greg breathed a sigh of relief. He seriously doubted that Gil needed this to become common knowledge around the lab. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that John Gilbert Gresham was, in fact, Gil Grissom. Now Greg understood Gil's need for secrecy. If Tony Giovanni was really still alive than that ment that Gil...

That thought stopped Greg dead in his tracks. Gil was in danger. All of a sudden Greg's brain started working ten miles-per-minute. He quickly popped a cd in the F drive and copied the file onto it. He grabbed the cd and his coat at the same time. He rushed to his locker and hastily grabbed his spare clothes. Without stopping, Greg rushed past Warrick and Catherine and straight into the garage.

It wasn't until he was in his car that Greg calmed down and thought about the situation even semi-logically. He knew that he needed to help Gil, he just didn't know what to do or even where Gil was. Finally Greg started his car and turned toward Gil's house. He hoped that maybe the older man might still be in town.

Speeding, and probably running several stop signs along the way, Greg finally made it to Gil's townhouse. He jumped out of his car and ran up the walk to the front door. Taking a deep breath, Greg pounded on the door and prayed that Gil was still at his house.

The door swung open to reveal a tall, muscular, Italian man. Greg froze. If the pictures on the file were accurate, he was standing face-to-face with Tony Giovanni.

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