Title: You're My Home
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Greg Sanders or Ryan Wolfe, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Ryan smiled as he nuzzled Greg's neck, closing his eyes.

They were standing on the balcony of Greg's apartment, his arms wrapped around Greg from behind. This was their last night of vacation before going back to work tomorrow night.

They had made the most of that vacation, enjoying every moment of it. He wanted to hold on to those memories; they were precious to both of them.

Paris had been wonderful, but it felt so good to be back home. Wolfie had greeted them excitedly, and Nick had been glad to see them when they'd picked the puppy up at his place. He had said that the two weeks they'd been gone had seemed longer than usual, which had made them laugh.

But still, it was good to know that their colleagues had missed them and had noticed their absence. It felt good to be so appreciated, both as colleagues and friends.

Ryan knew that he never would have gotten that kind of appreciation as either of those things if he'd stayed in Miami. Coming to Las Vegas had been the best thing he'd ever done for himself.

He'd not only found friends and a place where he fit in, but the love of his life as well.

Would he ever have gone to a place like Paris if he hadn't been with Greg? He sincerely doubted it, even if he had ever found someone to share the experience with.

With Greg, Paris had been a wondrous, magical place. Ryan doubted that it would have felt the same way with anyone else, no matter how much he cared about them.

Greg was the first one to speak, as he leaned back into Ryan's arms. "Paris was pretty terrific, but it's good to be back home again," he said softly, his voice husky with emotion. "The stars here in Vegas are still just as beautiful as the stars over the Seine in Paris were."

Ryan nodded, feeling his throat tighten. How did Greg always seem to know what he was thinking, and be able to put his feelings into words so accurately?

It was just one more thing that made them perfect for each other, he thought with a smile. One more thing that drew them together, and made him love Greg so much.

"I'm glad we're home," he whispered into Greg's ear, tightening his arms around his boyfriend's slender waist. "I loved Paris, and I loved discovering it with you. But this where we belong. I missed Wolfie, and our home ...." He laughed, shaking his head. "I even kinda missed work."

"Once a CSI, always a CSI!" Greg said with a soft laugh, turning his head to look at Ryan. "I missed it, too. But we both needed the break. Russell was right -- we were burning out."

"And now, we're ready to go back to work and tackle the job again," Ryan said with a nod. "We'll go back with fresh eyes, and we'll be ready to jump right in."

Greg nodded, snuggling into his arms. "We always are, baby."

Ryan smiled softly, closing his eyes again as he nuzzled his cheek against Greg's hair. Yes, they were home again, and he'd never been so glad to be here.

They might go on a dozen more vacations overseas, to other places that they'd both always wanted to go. They might see a lot of places, experience a lot of different cultures.

But they would always come back here -- or maybe, once they'd saved up the money to buy a house, they'd come back there, to the place where they lived their everyday lives, the place where they belonged. No matter where it was, it would be a place that they shared, a place that they both loved.

"Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home," he said, laughing again. "No matter where we go, Greg, I'll always love coming back home to Vegas."

"And I'll love it, too -- as long as I'm coming home with you," Greg told him, turning around in his arms and looping his own arms around Ryan's neck. "You make any place I'm in a home."

Ryan had to blink back tears at those words, his throat tightening again.

"Any place I'm in is a home, as long as you're in it with me," he murmured, pulling Greg close against him and raising one hand to stroke his hair. "You're my home, baby. You always will be."

When their lips met, Ryan knew that they needed no more words to express their feelings -- and that they would soon be showing their love for each other in a very physical way.

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