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Title- Out.
Summary- Greg's been hiding a secret. Not just from the CSI team, but from anyone and everyone that enters his life. Except for his secretive meetings with those like him. Those that don't like girls. Greg Sanders was gay. He had a boyfriend. And now he needed to tell somebody, before he broke.
Disclaimer- Self explanatory.
Greg smiled as he wrapped a towel around his dripping wet body. He shook his his soaking hair.
"I'm in the bathroom," he called.
Footsteps came near the outside of the bathroom door. The doorknob turned. A tall man, with dark, untidy hair smacked a kiss on Greg's cheek.
"Hon, your pager keeps going off."
A serious look grew upon Greg's face.
"Let me see."
The man handed him the pager.
"Damn... babe- I know tonight's supposed to be my night off... but-"
"I know, I know. You gotta go into work, don't you?"
"I'll make it up to you, I promise."
The man nodded and watched as Greg walked into the bedroom and attempt to pull on a pair of boxer-briefs.
"Not so fast-"
The man pounced on top of Greg and they both hit the bed. Greg attempted to speak in between kisses.
"I-kiss-babe-kiss-work-kiss-soon-kiss-be-kiss-late-kiss-fuck it."
He started kissing his neck.
"You better make one hell of a doctor's note."
Greg frowned as Nick got closer.
"I was in the shower. I didn't get the page till way later."
"What's on your neck bro?"
Greg touched his fingers to his neck. Then he realized he probably had a hickey.
"Oh, uh, there's something on my neck?"
"You had some hott girl ass didn't you?"
"I-"
Warrick walked in.
"What about Greg and hott women?" Warrick laughed.
"Oh, look man, Greg's got some major hickey action going on."
"Damn bro. Details."
"She was-uh-blond. Show girl. Real cute."
"Show girl?" Nick chuckled. "What was her name?"
"Like I remember..."
Warrick patted Greg on the back. "That's my man."
Yeah, he was the man. Doing a man. And lying, making his friends jealous. That's just what Greg wanted... not.
"Greg, why are you late... again?" a frowning Grissom asked as he stormed into the break room.
"Oh... I was uh, in the shower. You know.. It was a while before I got the page. I mean, it's supposed to be my night off, I don't see why you're so upset."
"I'm not upset Greg." He leaned into Greg's ear. "Let's just remember the difference between sex and word, alright?"
Red embarrassment climber through Greg's face. What the hell did Grissom know about sex?
"Anyway," Grissom continued as if nothing had happened. "Nick and Greg, you're going to a 419 at a bar out on the strip."
He handed the boys the slip.
Greg looked up at their final destination. WAIT!
"Nick... the 419... is here?" Greg swallowed.
"Yeah... is there a problem?"
No. No problem. It was only Greg secret hideout. Sanctuary. Free place. Not a problem at all.
"I- uh- I'll just process out here."
Nick chuckled.
"Look man, there's not reason to hate..erm..gays. They're just like us. Except for the people they like. It's not like they're going to like- hit on you or anything. They know man. It's all good."
If Greg were to come out, he immediately knew who the first person to know would be.
"Nah man, it's just. I feel rather.. ill. I'd rather work with fresh air. Not decomp."
Nick nodded and headed on inside. He'd tell him. One day. Soon.