Title: The Call
By: Chapin CSI
Pairing: Gil/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Warning: I don't speak English and it shows in my stories; luckily, my readers are very forgiving. Thanks!
Summary: Romance. A story told from Gil's POV.

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I've just given my testimony in a case I've been workingon for about a month. Just before I'm excused from the Court, I manage to put a question to the DA.

"Do you want me to stick around?"

Sometimes he asks us to stay, in case something unexpected comes up.

"You may go." He says. "I don't think I'll need forensics to win the case."

Oh. That doesn't sound veryreassuring.

But I'm too exhausted to argue; I've been up since yesterday morning, and in just a few hours I'll have to go back to the lab. I really need to get away from it all, if only for a while-

So maybe he's doing me a favor by letting me go.

I leave the Courtroom then.

I said I needed to get away from it all, so I drive to Greg's place. I wouldn't recommend trying to get away from it all by visiting a coworker, but in our case it works very well . We rarely talk about the job when we're alone.

In fact, sometimes talking is the least of our concerns.

I use my own key to get into his place. The living room is in the dark, which means he's still in bed. Good; he needs the rest.

I start taking off my clothes as soon as I close the door, and by the time I get to his bedroom I'm down to my boxers.

He doesn't stir when I crawl under the sheets and get as close to him as I dare without waking him up. He mutters something in his sleep, but that's all. Gratefully, I match my breathing to his, and after a while I begin to fall asleep-

And then,the phone rings.

I blindly reach for the cell phone and bark into it.

"What!"

"Grissom?"

"Catherine?"

I wait for her to say something, but she doesn't. Maybe I was too harsh?

I make an effort and soften the tone of my voice.

"Catherine." I repeat. When she doesn't say anything, I add a bit testily, "What do you want?"

"I... uh..." she hesitates, "Are you... ok?" she asks.

"I'm trying to get some sleep," I say a bit peevishly. "I worked two shifts in a row and then I had to go to court -" There's movement beside me, and too late I remember that I'm not alone in the room. I glance over my shoulder and see Greg waving at me. I ignore him. "Listen, Catherine," I say, "I'm tired, ok? Whatever it is... it can wait."

"Ah, hum." She hesitates. And then she changes her mind and says, "Ok!" in a perky tone that she rarely uses, "Sure, Gil." she adds, "If you say so. We'll talk later!" And then she hangs up.

I drop the phone and turn to Greg.

"I'm sorry," I say, "I didn't mean to wake you up."

He's staring at me.

"Gil, I don't know how to tell you this, but..." he takes a deep breath, "You answered my phone."

I don't believe him. Mechanically, I pick up the phone and stare at it.

It is not my phone.

Of course; I left mine along with my belt and my pants, in his living room.

"Oh, shit." I mutter.

Greg puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Relax." He says soothingly, "It was Catherine. She's not gonna make a big deal out of this,is she?"

"I don't know."

And, truly, I don't.

"Well, there's one way to find out." He says calmly, and then reaches for the phone.He dialsa number, waits, and then he greets her, "Hey, Catherine. Did you want to talk to me? Uh, huh..." he mumbles, listening to her. "Mmmh... So, there's more evidence?" he asks. They're obviously talking about a case.

"I got it." He says after a moment, "I'll get there before the shift starts. Oh, and about the other thing..." he pauses and lets her talk. Then he smiles. "Yeah, I know." He says. "I appreciate that, Catherine."

He sounds genuinely grateful.

"Thanks." He says, and then he hands me the phone and mouths the words, 'It's Ok. Talk to her.'

I gulp and take the phone.

And hope for the best.

The End

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