Title: Yes I Am
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Greg Sanders/Ryan Wolfe
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas/CSI: Miami
Rating: PG-13
Table: 3, csi50
Prompt: 47, Yes
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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Greg stomped down the hallway to the locker room at the CSI lab, wanting nothing more than to find Ryan and go home. It had been a bad day, one that he didn't want to think about. He'd have to discuss it with Ryan, though, and he wasn't looking forward to that talk.

Why couldn't that Morgan slut leave him alone? It was bad enough that Russell seemed to go out of his way the throw her in his direction, but she had taken to literally chasing him around the lab, going out of her way to try to spend time with him.

She was repulsive, in every possible way. Even after he'd told her that he was gay and seriously involved with a man, she still wouldn't leave him alone. Somehow, she seemed to think that the more trashy she was, the more he might be interested in her.

Even if he was straight, he wouldn't date that, he thought with disgust. She wore so much makeup that he was sure he'd have to poke through six inches of greasepaint to touch skin; and besides that, she was completely self-absorbed and narcissistic.

She had cornered him in the lab today, when Ryan wasn't around, pushing herself up against him and asking if he was really gay. He could only repeat what he'd already said so many times, words that the stupid bitch didn't seem to be able to get through her thick skull.

"Yes I am." Words that he would say over and over again, until she finally realized that he was not interested in anything she had to offer, and never would be. At this point, she repulsed him so much that he didn't even like thinking of her as part of the CSI team.

Unfortunately, he had to do that. He couldn't very well ignore her; he was just thankful that he had been the one to get Ryan as a working partner, so he didn't have to pair up with Morgan on any of the lab's cases. That would have been unbearable.

Still, she was getting more and more pushy. The only word she wanted to hear from him was "yes," and that was never going to happen. Even if he didn't have Ryan in his life, and he had been straight, he would never have had anything to do with her.

Turning the corner to go into the locker room, Greg let his clenched fists uncurl, taking a deep breath. He had to calm down. There was no sense in being upset about how Morgan was acting; it wasn't as if her sluttish ways would convince him that she was for him.

No, he already had the person he was meant to be with. Involuntarily, his hand went to the necklace that was always around his neck, one fingertip tracing the heart suspended from the chain. Just touching it always made him smile, and made his heart soar.

He had Ryan. That knowledge was all he needed to make him happy; just knowing that his boyfriend was by his side and always would be pushed all the darkness of what he saw during his working hours away, as though none of it could ever touch him in any way.

And with Ryan at his side and in his heart, it couldn't. Yes, there were terrible things in the world, but being in love, and knowing that he was loved in return, helped to make those things less important in his life. And it helped to take away the irritation of dealing with pushy colleagues.

It didn't matter what Morgan, or anyone else, might want from him. They would never get what they wanted -- at least not if their desire was to be a part of his personal life. He had already found the love of his life, and nothing would ever change that.

The only person who would hear a "yes" from him when it came to anything involving his body -- or his heart -- was Ryan. And anyone who had thoughts in that direction could just forget them, he told himself with a wry smile. They would never get anywhere.

But he wasn't going to let it bother him any more. If Morgan persisted in acting more like a cheap hooker than a professional CSI, he would simply tell her to back off. It was really all he could do, other than filing a sexual harassment suit against her.

If it came down to that, he would do it, Greg thought with a sigh. He didn't want to, because it would cause a rift in their team -- but her actions were already doing that. He knew that every time Ryan saw her, his boyfriend wanted to put a fist through that overly made-up face.

He couldn't blame Ryan for that. If anyone was putting moves on his boyfriend, he would want to smash their face into a brick wall -- and he wasn't sure that he would be able to hold himself back from getting physically violent. So it was a good thing that wasn't happening.

The only other thing that he could think of doing was going to Ecklie and telling him that his daughter was harassing him. Though he was sure that Ecklie wouldn't believe him -- and he was also sure that Morgan would claim he was the one doing the pursuing.

Greg was sure that by now, the revelation that he was gay, and dating a man, had made it all over the lab, and even to the ears of day shift. Ecklie knew, of course. He always seemed to know all of the most current rumors, about anything that was going on.

So his boss had to know that he was gay, and would have no interest in his daughter. Still, Greg didn't want to go that route, not unless Morgan's slutty behavior forced him to do so. He was sure that he wouldn't like the results of accusing daddy's little girl of being a tramp.

And somehow, the idea of looking Ecklie in the eye and answering "Yes, I am" to the question of his being gay wasn't too palatable, either. He couldn't help feeling that it would put a big red X on his back in some ways, though he didn't think Ecklie was homophobic.

As if his churning thoughts had conjured his boyfriend out of thin air, Ryan looked around the bank of lockers, seeing Greg and smiling as he moved towards him. "Hey, babe. I was just looking for you. I'm betting you're as tired as I am."

Greg nodded, looking up at his lover from where he sat in front of his locker, a smile curving his lips. "Yeah, I am," he answered, his voice soft and husky. "I was just thinking about how nice it'll be to go home and curl up in bed with you."

That hadn't been what he was thinking, but now that the idea had occurred to him, it did sound like a wonderful way to end what had been a highly irritating day. In Ryan's arms, he could let go of all the frustrations of the day, and just enjoy being with the man he loved.

"That sounds like a terrific way to spend the day," Ryan said softly, reaching for Greg's hand and giving his fingers a squeeze before he opened his locker. "Let's get out of here and go home. I can't wait to get you into bed and get my hands all over you."

Greg could feel his heart soaring to the clouds at the sound of those words. "Yes," he whispered, his throat tightening on the single syllable. No matter what anyone else might want from him, this was the only person he would ever say yes to -- now, and for the rest of their lives.

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