What you are reading here is not your typical love story. You aren’t reading the story of some beautiful young girl falling in love with a handsome, muscular hero. Not only is this a gay love story, it is the story of two science geeks.

Greg Sanders is young and attractive, but he is also loud and eccentric. He wears obnoxious tee-shirts and frequently has a bad hair-cut. His taste in music not withstanding, he plays it at obscene levels of volume and has a tendency to talk too much. It is quite common that he will tell his coworkers a long irrelevant story before giving them their lab results. This habit of his gets on the nerves of his supervisor, Gil Grissom, quite often.

Said Gil Grissom is no handsome, muscular hero. He is pushing fifty years old, going grey and no longer in the best of shape physically. His social skills are pretty much non-existent; his idea of a conversation is spewing out random antidotes, quoting Shakespeare and making god-awful puns. But he is a man appealing for his mind; his sharp intellect, the complexity of this thoughts and the overwhelming depth of his character. But to realize this about him, you have to get over his abnormal obsession entomology.

With such eccentric personalities, Greg and Grissom are two very unlikely candidates for a love story. But before the night is up, (Well, morning, they DO work graveyard shift, after all) they will be going on their first date together. Despite being so flawed, so human, here they are; Greg falling head-over-heels for his supervisor and Grissom, mostly annoyed and unimpressed with the lab technician, but with enough of a soft spot for him to agree to go on a date. Here they stand, at the threshold of possibility.