Punishment - 11/24

Author: Daniela
Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Pairing: Greg/Grissom
Rating: PG13
Category: Angst, Humor, Romance
Series/Sequel: Breaking the Ice
Summary: Grissom teaches Greg a lesson.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. but I love them dearly.
Warning: Slash, M/M
Feedback: Yes, please. It's the icing on my cake.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Word Count: 2050
Released: August 2003
Revised: March 2021
Beta: arizonaicerose

Every employee at the Las Vegas Crime Lab was working hard to help solving the two recent murder cases involving an alleged wifebeater and rapist. Everyone but Greg who did only the most necessary. He didn't care that Hodges had called in sick or that his co-workers needed his expertise as fast as possible.

The reason for Greg's changed attitude - Gil Grissom - was wound up in his own problems. Greg's crush on him had awakened hidden desires he had buried for a long time. He couldn't deny anymore that he was hot for a man he considered unsuitable to be ... What? A one-night stand? A lover? A boyfriend? Gil sighed. Why even try to label something that will never happen? Right. He kept on with ignoring his yearning and shunning Greg. Hence, he didn't have a clue that his favorite lab boy had lost his eagerness and enthusiasm and that this was affecting the team.

Catherine was finally fed up and went to talk to the oblivious supervisor, no longer giving a damn about how he would respond. Determined to make a fuss she closed the door behind her. "We need to talk."

Gil looked up, puzzled by her choice of words and the likewise harsh tone. "Did something happen?"

"That's one way of putting it."

"What is it?" He saved the document and closed his notebook.

"It's Greg."

"Here we go again." I thought Hodges is not around today.

"He changed. He doesn't make any more jokes or is willing to do overtime, and he snaps at everyone. The team is under a lot of stress, but he doesn't care."

"What do you expect me to do? Shall I give him an official warning? Suspend him? Greg still suffers from PTSD. Strange behavior is rather normal after a lab has exploded right into your face."

Catherine folded her arms and glared at Gil. "No, Gil. That's not it. You need to talk to him. Show him you care about his work, his efforts and his abilities."

He blinked. "What are you insinuating? That his behavior results from a lack of concern I show for him? You know how ridiculous this sounds?" Does it? Don't play stupid. She's no fool.

"Come on! You know how much the guy likes your approval. Since the day he started to work here he cheers for you. But for some time, you've avoided him. He's suffering because you have taken your attention away. The reason is none of my business, but you must fix it. Greg deserves to be happy after all he's been through. Something I was partly responsible for on top of that."

Dead silence. Only the muffled busy noises from outside the office broke the keyed up atmosphere, and Catherine looked ready to play hardball, regardless how long this would take.

Gil shifted in his seat and nibbled on the arms of his glasses. Holy smoke! I didn't see that coming. How silly of me to think Greg would stay as passive as I am. How low of me to shelve his emotions like an archived file. "Okay. Fine. I'll talk to him," he agreed, squaring his shoulders. "Send Greg to me." It's now or never! Let him down easy.

Catherine relaxed, and smiled. "Right away." She walked out.

What the hell? This is a mess. How to handle a sulky lab boy doesn't fit my job description, does it? He wasn't sure that Greg was really behaving this way because of him. Vanity was not in his nature, yet since the night at the hospital there was a slight possibility.

Greg needed five minutes to come to his office. That by itself was remarkable. So was Greg's defiant and stern expression. "You wanted to see me?"

"I was told that your attitude leaves a lot to be desired." That's it. Be bossy. Be in control.

"Oh yeah? I take care of my duties and then I go home. I had the impression that's the way it works. No one appreciates overtime and ambition anyway."

Ouch! Strike! Gil winced. No one was aimed at him. No doubt about it. Catherine had been right. It was his fault. "Granted, but that's unlike you. Something must have happened. What is it?"

"Nothing in particular." Greg exhaled and dropped his gaze.

"Come on. Tell me. Maybe I can help."

"I don't wanna talk about it. Least of all to you."

Sure, I get the picture. "Okay. Fine. Go back to work and change your attitude. That's an order!" Gil didn't want to snap at him, but his own feelings got the better of him and he barely kept himself from spilling his guts. There, there. Come here, sit on my lap, and I'll make it all better.

Greg's head jerked up. His brown eyes flashed and turned almost black. He stormed out and shut the door with a bang.

Gil clenched his fists and exhaled. Damn! That went well, doesn't it? What did he think, I'll do? Doesn't he know he's favored already, what isn't right, is it? I can't favor anyone. Not in my position. But what if-

Catherine burst in. "Thank you very much for talking to Greg. He's leaving the lab right now."

Gil stared at her. "Leaving?" His glasses dropped on the desk.

"Leaving!" Catherine rocked the door. The hinges creaked alarmingly.

Gil stumbled to his feet. "Calm down! I'll take care of it."

"Yeah, right!" She snorted.

"I will!" Gil rushed down the hallway to the locker room. Good. Greg was still there but he had already changed into his casual clothes, ready to go home. The question was if he intended to come back. Well, if he had any say... Gil shut the door. "Come on. I know you want to talk about what's wrong."

Greg shrugged. "Since when do you care? You don't even like me."

"You think?" Gil scoffed, and stepped into his personal space.

Greg blinked. "Whatever. I just don't care anymore."

"Is it me? Did I do something?"

Greg laughed, though it wasn't a happy sound. "Nah, of course not. You know, at the hospital, and when I had trouble with my hands shaking, I believed, we could become friends, but you made it clear that's never gonna happen. You're my boss. That's it."

"I see." He grabbed Greg's arm and led him to the back corner of the locker room. "I should teach you a few facts then."

Greg didn't fight his grip and followed him willingly. "What about?"

Gil drew closer still. "Guess." You want it, you get it. Don't pretend you don't have a clue.

Just now Greg was aware of the strange situation. He was cornered by his boss. Grissom was close enough for Greg to count the tiny stubbles on his chin and cheeks and smell his intoxicating aftershave. "Uh..." he croaked, bewildered. Fuck! Grissom had tricked him and now he was up against his overpowering charisma.

"I value you, I value your work, and I won't accept a walkout. It looks like you want to be put in line, don't you?"

"So what?" Greg whispered, standing his ground, though his legs were shaking. "What will you do about it?" Oh god. Shut up. He almost swallowed his tongue, seeing the devilish sparkle in Grissom's blue eyes.

"Teach you some manners." Now Grissom even flashed him a grin.

"Uh... what?" Holy shit! Greg was glued to the spot he was standing on. This isn't real, is it? Just one of my spicy dreams.

"This." Grissom moved in and pinned him to the locker, acted boldly, intimidating even, and yet Greg felt no fear but an odd primitive excitement. He licked his lips, and a shiver ran down his spine. Then Grissom did what he had long desired but was still unexpected. He shut Greg's gaping mouth with his lips.

Hey! Greg's anger faded away like a drop of dew in a ray of sunshine. Grissom was licking along the curve of his lower lip, his tongue lingering at the corners. That tongue was as much teasing as it seduced. Oh, come on... come on. Greg pressed himself tighter to Grissom's firm body. Please.

Grissom's lips press hard against his own now, kissing him passionately. Holy Shit! Greg's legs parted and he threw himself into the kiss with everything hed got. Heat crawled over his neck to his cheeks and his ears. His head was spinning, and his body... oh god! Fire shot through his groin and he moaned. What the hell? Have I lost my mind? Push him away. Say 'Let go of me!' or 'Are you nuts?'. He did not. This was too good, too much of a terrific daydream. I've wanted this for so long. I want him to do this forever. He whimpered and wrapped his arms around Grissom's body, snuggling against him.

Grissom quit kissing him. "Enough."

Greg jerked back from him and opened his eyes. He hadn't even been aware he had closed them. He was gasping.

Grissom run his fingers through Greg's hair. "For the moment. Go back to work and behave yourself." He softened the order though. "Otherwise, less pleasing lessons will follow. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Greg whispered, still trapped between Grissom and the locker.

Grissom smiled and placed one more soft and lingering kiss on Greg's quivering lips.

Whoa! Greg feared to get a hard-on. He struggled free and left in a hurry, hitting his knee at the door slipping out of the locker room.

Gil leaned against the locker, savoring the afterglow. Delicious flavor. Not that I'm surprised. Keen as a razor, too. Yet I need to keep in control.

A few seconds later he walked back to his office. He just did some stupid risky thing in a public place and was only lucky he didn't get caught. Christ! Still, he felt better than in a long time. Sparkling even. Now he just needed a good story for Catherine in case she wanted to know how he talked Greg out of going home.

Greg rushed to his workspace and dropped into his chair. For minutes he couldn't do anything. Grissom kissed me. My boss. My supervisor. Me. To teach me a lesson he said. Gee! Best lesson ever. Yeah. Some kinky fantasy coming true.

"Look, who's here. Did Grissom finally tell you; you are the best lab boy he ever had?" Nick interrupted his reminiscing, dumping a load of samples on Greg's desk.

"What are you talking about?!" Greg flew into his face.

"Something has happened, right?"

"Nothing happened." Greg made a dismissive gesture. "Stop bothering me."

"Come on. You're as red as a lobster."


Just then Grissom swept into the lab. "Stop your needling. Test these samples, Greg. I'll be back in a few hours expecting you'll have the results."

"Sure, Grissom. No problem," Greg murmured, and wanted the ground to swallow him up. Fucking hell!

"That's the spirit. Lesson learned." Grissom flashed him one of his rare but brilliant smiles and walked out.

"Nothing, huh?" Nick mocked Greg, shaking his head. "Are you kidding me? After weeks of not noticing you at all, he just gave you back his attention. Just like that you're his favorite lab boy again. And why did you come back anyway? You told everybody; you were leaving for good."

"Get out!" Greg snapped. "I have work to do."

"Yeah, sure." Nick smirked. "Grissom says jump and you say how high." He walked out, shaking his head once more. "Oh boy."

Greg rolled his eyes. He's right, isn't he? I'm Grissom's errand boy. Is that why he kissed me? Does he want to have the upper hand? And what if? I can't deny I'd like that. So, what to do to get more kisses and admit that Michael was right all along, and Grissom is into me after all? What's the right way to make this an advantage? What to do to get him into bed?

Well, considering on how much Greg was fantasizing while he was doing his work it was a miracle, he had the results ready on time. Or not. He certainly jumped high for Gil Grissom, supervisor, adored crush, and excellent kisser. Gee! I'm game for whatever Grissom has up his sleeve. No questions asked.

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