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Title: Distance
Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI:Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: R
Category: Romance, Angst
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Disclaimers: CSI and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker and CBS broadcasting company. The author makes no profit and no infringement is intended.
Summary: Grissom keeps his distance from Greg.
Warnings: Pre- Slash, Spoiler for "In the Box"
Feedback: Yes, please. I will appreciate all constructive criticism.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: August 2003

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He was flying, his heart racing. He heard himself screaming with joy. It was fantastic. Then, he felt wet, wet and sticky.

At this moment, he woke up in his bed, entangled in his blanket. He had come in his sleep. His heart was still beating hard and fast. He closed his eyes and tried to hold on the image, which had made him come. Grissom, giving him the special treatment with his mouth.

A dream, yes, a wonderful dream, but only just another dream. He moaned disappointed, than wrapped himself into the blanket and dozed for a minute. But the dream was already fading. So he stood up and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

He looked at his face in the mirror. These dreams about Grissom made him hot and horny all night. They had to stop. Sure, he had a crush on Grissom, since the first time he had seen him. But now, his feelings had become almost unbearable. The fall into reality after every dream made him unhappier and lonelier.

You will never be with Grissom, so stop dreaming about him.

Greg couldnīt know, Grissom had to cope with his own dreams. Every night, he was haunted by the same images: Greg Sanders dances through the lab. He is all smiles. When Greg sees him, he becomes shy. Then, he lies injured on the floor. He pleads with shaking hands, and looks very sad.

Each morning Grissom woke up, he was more aroused than the morning before. It was pleasure and pain at the same time. Pain, because Greg was a co-worker, a subordinate, a man, who was almost twenty years younger than him. Rather a crazy boy, than a man. Too young, too cute and too eccentric.

Grissom pushed his face into the pillow and tried to repress the excitement in his groin. As always, he tried without success. Embracing his horniness, he turned on his back, sliding his hand down to his hard aching cock and started to relief himself. After only two minutes fantasizing about Greg, he came to a sweet and satisfying release.

Later at work, still thinking about Greg, he joined the team.

Catherine welcomed him with affection. "Hi Grissom! You're not looking good. Havenīt you slept well?"

Grissom cast her a very grim look. "I donīt know what youīre talking about, Catherine. I slept very well."

The entire team was grinning, after he had turned his back on them.

Precisely this moment, Greg Sanders burst into the room. "Hello, everyone."

Turning back, Grissom dared to look at Greg, who was obviously the same as ever.

Bright clothes, funny haircut and big, brown eyes. The shadows under them were new.

Greg returned the look. His eyes were filled with pure admiration.

Quickly, Grissom looked the other way. He pulled himself together, and in a more than usual businesslike voice, he explained and assigned them the new cases.

While the team was still discussing the agenda, Grissom took the chance to vanish to his office.

None noticed, but Greg.

Once, he was alone, Greg sat down at his desk and reconsidered, what had happened over the last weeks. Released from the hospital, he kept one memory in his heart: A nice and warm-hearted Grissom, who had given him comfort. This was his medicine, awhile Grissom had been nicer than ever to him. But Grissom changed back, and soon he was like before. Even more reserved. Greg didnīt understand why.

One day, Greg had tried to ask Grissom what he had in mind to do with his hearing-problem. Grissom had given him no answer, just a cold look.

Later, some rumors were afloat in the lab, Grissom had had a surgery. Successful? Greg didnīt know and didnīt dare to ask anyone else about it. Jesus! What did I expect? A hug, some nice words? Itīs Grissom for Godīs sake. Iīm really dreaming too much. Grissom doesnīt have feelings for anybody. Especially not for me, the lab tech. Am I out of my mind? I actually donīt believe, he is gay. But, I donīt know for sure, because I canīt see through him.

Enough now! Just forget about him! Life goes on. I see Grissom at work every day, where I can adore him. Thatīs it! No matter what Michael had told me.

But Greg was mistaken. He didnīt see Grissom at work, in fact, he was avoiding him at all. Warrick, Sara or Nick brought him the samples and took the results. Gregīs disappointment turned to rage. He shouted at everybody, didnīt joke around anymore and was not willing to take extra work.

Nick was the first of his friends, who asked him one day: "Whatīs the matter with you, old buddy?"

"Nothing. Why are you asking?"

"I know, the accident at the lab was very hard for you, but lately, youīre acting totally different."

Gregīs look was innocent. "Really? In what way?"

"As if you donīt care anymore. Neither about work nor about us, your friends."

Calmly, Greg responded: "You are wrong. I didnīt change. I just learned my lesson. It will be never appreciated here, if I work my ass off. Now, I exercise my duties, and then I leave for home. Comprende?"

Greg was obviously lying. Above all, not very good. Nick was tempted to say more, but finally he just left.

Instead, Nick decided to ask Catherine for an advice, because he was worried.

She listened intently, then uttered: "Surely, I noticed his strange behavior. I believe, nobody can ignore it. Iīm certain, I know what caused it."

They were exchanging a meaningful look.

Nick told his unbelievable suspicion first. "Itīs because of Grissom, isnīt it?"

Catherine was surprised. "You are a clever boy, Nicky, and a very good CSI. Grissom would be proud of you. Or maybe, he wonīt in this case."

Nick grinned flattered. "Greg acts this way, because Grissom donīt notice him anymore. At least, I believe thatīs the reason. Grissom hardly comes by at Gregīs desk. He always sends us to get the results."

Cath nodded. "Exactly. For Greg, Grissomīs appreciation was always most important. It keeps him going from the first day on. Now, Greg lost it somehow and the question is "why?".

"Maybe, Greg was too smart and made Grissom angry, so now he has enough of Gregīs behavior."

"No, I donīt think so. Grissom really likes Greg a lot. Even his joking around. He just wonīt admit it. But, he could never fool me. Donīt tell Grissom, I told you that. He believes itīs his secret."

Nick laughed out loud. "Okay, I promise. But what could it be?"

Catherine sighed. "I think, I know. The trouble is, I have to be very sensitive, when Iīll say something in this matter. We are talking about Grissom here, who has the highest fences in the whole country."

"Yeah, thatīs right. So, what we are gonna do?"

"Let me think about it. Maybe something will come up, or Iīll find the right moment to talk to Grissom, without getting his special īItīs none of your businessī look."

Nick laughed again. "All of us know that look."

Without coming to a final solution, they went back to work.