Title: Some Kind of Magic
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: writers_choice
Prompt: #542, Magic
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my 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 leaned back on one elbow, watching Greg and Wolfie cavort in the park. Greg was throwing a frisbee, and the dog was catching every throw, seemingly able to field anything that Greg could toss at him. That puppy could play on a team, Ryan thought with a soft laugh.

This had been a perfect day off for them; they'd decided early in the morning that they would have a picnic lunch, and take Wolfie to the park with them for some much-needed playtime. They always tried to take him to the park at least once a week, even in colder weather.

But today hadn't been cold; it had been a beautiful, unseasonably warm day. True, they were both wearing heavy sweatshirts, but they didn't need coats to keep warm. It would probably go back to being cold tomorrow, but for today, they had a reprieve.

Ryan's gaze lingered on his boyfriend as Greg threw the frisbee again, then crouched down to wait for Wolfie to obediently bring it back to him so he could throw it again. He loved watching Greg like this, so happy and carefree, looking utterly relaxed and comfortable.

He had never seen his boyfriend look as beautiful as he did at times like this -- no, scratch that, Ryan told himself. Greg was at his most beautiful when they were in bed together, and his lover was looking up at him, his dark eyes filled with all the love and passion he felt when they were making love.

He fell more in love with Greg each day. It was hard for Ryan to believe that when he had first come to Vegas, he'd thought that he wasn't going to get involved with anyone, that he was going to forget about relationships for a while and enjoy playing the field.

That thought made him smile ruefully; he really should have known that he wasn't the player type. Hadn't his experiences in Miami taught him that? He might have dated different people, but he'd always wanted to be in a serious relationship, and he'd never dated more than one person at a time.

He'd found all that he had ever wanted with Greg. He hadn't expected to fall in love with someone he worked with -- and truth be told, even though he'd had a couple of relationships with men before, he hadn't expected the love of his life to be a man. But it didn't bother him.

He had always liked both men and women, even though he had to admit that he was always more interested in men. It had just worked out in Miami that he'd dated more women. Here, he hadn't even though about who he'd date -- and then he had met Greg.

His first day at work, when he hadn't even met everyone in the crime lab yet, and he'd fallen head over heels with just one look, one smile. It had been some kind of magic that had hit him like the proverbial brick wall, a magic that he still felt every time he looked at his boyfriend.

Ryan had every intention of spending the rest of his life with Greg; he couldn't imagine the two of them ever being apart. Yes, they might have times when they spent a night apart, or even a few nights, here and there if they had an emergency with family and had to leave for a bit.

But they would always be together in their hearts, always be a couple, always be committed to each other. That was part of the magic that he felt with Greg; he'd never had that knowledge of completely togetherness, a solid commitment to the relationship, with anyone else.

They were perfect for each other. They might have their arguments and disagreements at times, but it was never anything they couldn't patch up -- and they never went to bed mad at each other. They would always be joined in their hearts, no matter how they might disagree on some things.

What would his life be like without Greg in it? Ryan shuddered at the thought; he knew that he'd be a very lonely man, probably drifting aimlessly along in his private life, dating different people, always looking for love but never finding it.

He was absolutely convinced that he would have never found love if he hadn't met Greg. He was intended for one person and one person only, and he had found the one he was meant to be with. There was no doubt in his mind that he was exactly where he belonged.

And exactly where he wanted to be, as well. Ryan didn't want to think about being with anyone else but Greg; somehow, it felt disloyal to his boyfriend to even consider what life would have been like if they hadn't met, or if they hadn't clicked immediately in the way they had.

He had never believed that he would find that certain kind of magic with anyone, that connection that meant they would stay together for a lifetime. So when he had met Greg, it had shocked him to realize that he was feeling that way so quickly.

But the shock had quickly evaporated, to be replaced by a warm, comfortable, secure feeling. And now, he knew that he would never give up what they shared, and never want anyone else. He might not have expected this relationship, but it was the center of his life.

Oh, he loved his work, and that was important to him, Ryan told himself. He would never want to give up being a CSI unless he absolutely had to, and he knew that Greg wouldn't, either. But their relationship was the hub of their lives for both of them.

Did other people feel that way about their significant others? He'd never really asked anyone he'd worked with in Miami, or any of his friends away from work, how they felt about their relationships, if their entire lives seemed to revolve around their emotional connection to their lovers.

And he hadn't talked to anybody here about it, either -- because he couldn't. Ryan sighed softly, closing his eyes for a moment. It was one of the few bad things about his life, that he had no one he could really talk to about his relationship with Greg.

If only they knew some people outside of work, had friends who they could hang out with who were discreet and could be trusted not to spill their secret of being together. But they both worked so much that they barely had time for themselves and their dog, much less a wide circle of friends.

Of course, he could probably call one of his friends back in Miami and talk to them, but he hadn't really hung out with a lot of people outside of his work there, either. And there was no telling if what he said might get back around to the CSI team here in Vegas.

If he talked to anyone he's known in Miami on the CSI team there, Ryan was certain that it would get back to his colleagues here. The women on the Miami team were notorious gossips, and he didn't trust them not to blab everything they might come to know.

So, there was no one he could talk to about this magic he felt with Greg, nothing that he could compare it with. He would simply have to take it on faith that they had something special, that other people, even when they loved their mates, didn't feel like this about them.

He opened his eyes again, smiling as he watched Wolfie bound up to Greg with the frisbee in his mouth, then growl and back away as though teasing the young man. Greg's laughter rang out across the quiet of the park, making Ryan smile and his heart soar.

The magic of being in love awakened in his heart every time he looked at Greg. He'd never felt that magic before they had met, and he'd always wondered if he would ever experience the kind of love that other people talked about, the kind of love he read about in books.

With Greg, he'd found that love. He hadn't looked for it, hadn't expected it, but it had been there, and he hadn't been able to deny it once it had come his way. That love, the magic of it, had changed his life forever, for the better. And it had changed Greg's life, too.

Where would they be without each other? To Ryan's mind, that question didn't even bear thinking about. They were never going to be without each other. They'd share the rest of their lives, living and loving for all of their days, the magic flowing between them.

That magic would always be there. And like the love they shared, it would only keep growing stronger, never fading, never dissipating, always holding them together. He knew that his love for Greg would never grow old; he would love this man more each day, for the rest of his life and beyond.

That kind of love was magic, a magic all of its own that didn't need a word put to it. It was simply there, residing in his heart for now and all time. Ryan couldn't imagine his life without that kind of magic, now that he'd known what it was like to feel it.

Greg felt it as well; he didn't need to ask if he did or not. It was obvious every time Greg looked at him, every time his boyfriend smiled at him and took his hand. They both felt the magic, both knew that it was in their lives and would always be there.

Yes, there was definitely some kind of magic that had brought them together -- and that kept them together. He felt that magic in his heart every day, and he knew that he would keep feeling it for the rest of his life, as long as he had his Greg right here by his side.

Getting to his feet, Ryan ambled towards his boyfriend and their puppy, smiling as he held out a hand for the frisbee. He took it and threw it for Wolfie to chase, then slid an arm around his boyfriend's waist, pulling Greg close to him and feeling the magic flow between them.

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