Title: Posessive
Author: Little Eva
Email: Littleeva1@aol.com
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, just borrowing, not making money
Pairing: Warrick/Grissom
Rating: NC-17 or R either
Archive: Sure
Spoilers: For "Bad To The Bone"
Category: Drama
Summary: Warrick turns into Jim from "28 Days Later"
Feedback: Yes

This is what happens when you watch "Bad to the Bone" and follow it up with watching "28 Days Later."

In retrospect, Warrick Brown could not remember the exact details of what happened. Jim Brass had tried to tell him what he had done but it was all a blur to him. The only thing he could remember was seeing a tall, lithe blonde guy jump up and go straight for Grissom's throat; Grissom had been taking samples from under the guy's fingernails. Warrick did not remember anything after that, not bursting into the room, not grabbing the man like he weighed no more than a paper bag, and certainly not slamming his head into the wall again and again. At some point the guy had a heart attack and died but that did not prevent Warrick from placing his thumbs inside the man's eyes and pushing with all his might; he couldn't even remember the eyeballs popping out, at least that's what Jim Brass said he'd done.

It took about ten cops to pull Warrick off the dead man; when they did he searched for Grissom, for his mate and found him standing in a corner, looking both shocked and amazed at the same time.

"Come on," Warrick had said to Grissom. "We're leaving."

"Warrick," Grissom approached him slowly, like one would approach a dangerous male lion. "I.I still have evidence to collect."

"Fuck it Gil, we're leaving NOW."

With that Gil had nodded. Brass looked like he wanted to say something, to do something; their suspect was dead and it looked like Warrick might have caused it. Gil just rubbed his neck, he was certain there would be a bruise. "All right.All right Warrick.I just have to get.I have to get to my locker.all right?"

Warrick simply nodded and followed Grissom as he left the interrogation room, followed the man to his locker and then followed him outside.

Warrick didn't remember leaving the building, he didn't remember kissing Gil passionately right outside, didn't remember the older man holding on to him as if he were a life raft; he didn't remember driving Grissom home, or going upstairs to the bedroom or taking off his and Grissom's clothes then making passionate love for what seemed like days.

But now, as Warrick lay in the extra king sized bed he shared with Gil whenever he came over, he looked at the man and saw the bruise around his neck and knew that it had not been some strange, demented dream.

Gil looked over at him, blue eyes trying to read his expression, then he started to talk about something he'd seen on Discovery Channel, about how when the male mammals see their mates or children about to be hurt, they'll do whatever it takes to save them. Gil told Warrick that's what he'd done today, although Gil didn't think he was in any real danger, sine there were police officers nearby.

"But I.." he rubbed his neck nervously, "I.I was glad you were there Rick," and then Grissom looked away as if he were ashamed that he approved of such a violent action.

Warrick took his lover's hand and kissed it. "I don't know what I would have done if he.if you."

"It didn't happen Rick.didn't happen, I'm here, we're here, I'm safe."

"But I'm not. That guy...I killed him Gris."

"I don't think so. His body temperature was very hot when I touched him. Felt like he had a fever so there was probably something physiologically wrong with him, attacking me could have brought on his death. By the time you gouged out his eyes he was already dead."

"I did what?" Warrick looked horrified.

Grissom patted Warrick's hand. "Let's not talk about it.I don't want to; I want to talk about something else."

Warrick sighed and sat up in bed. "You want me to move in."

"Well, you practically live here already Rick; just doesn't make sense for you not to live here full time."

"Don't you think anybody at work is going to wonder why I never invite anyone over?"

"Well, there is that," Grissom said, "If they ask, just tell them that your apartment had water damage and I asked you to move in here. This is a townhouse, so you can tell anyone who asks."

"Sara," Warrick said.

Grissom nodded. "Sara. You can tell Sara that you live downstairs and I live upstairs."

"Tell everybody that we're roommates."

"Sure. I mean it's not like anybody is going to check to see if you've slept in your own bed. I'd really like it Rick and.after today.I don't know."

"You feel safer with me around," Warrick finished.

Grissom just nodded. Warrick knew the older man would never be able to say those words.

"I'll think about it Gris."

"I'd like you to say yes now.but," and Grissom suddenly threw the covers off both himself and Warrick. "We really do have to get back to work. I'm sure Walter Damian had more than this victim."

Warrick stared at his lover's throat. Grissom knew what he was looking at and drew back. "I.I." the older man stammered.

Warrick gently touched it with his fingertips. Grissom shut his eyes. "It's okay Gris," Warrick said.

"I'll put a scarf on.don't want anyone thinking it's a hickey." Grissom slowly got out of bed.

Warrick got out of bed quicker, wrapped his arms around the older man and pulled him close. He leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Any hickeys I give you will be beautiful.that shit you cover up."

Grissom turned around and stroked Warrick's cheek. "By the way," the younger man continued. "How are you going to explain where we've been these past," he stared at the clock. "Three hours?"

Grissom shrugged. "You took me to the ER, it was crowded and you brought me back."

"Yeah.yeah, all right; sounds better than I took him home and fucked his brains out."

Grissom chuckled. Warrick kissed his lips, grateful that he was safe for now. Maybe moving in wasn't such a bad idea.

THE END