Gil isn't quite certain when Jack led him away from the rest of the party. The overall mood had turned considerably more intense as children were taken inside the bar to sleep.

The bonfire still burns brightly, the warmth is felt for many yards.

Standing within the shelter of the trees, he can make out Jack's face by its light.

He is beautiful.

Grissom manages to get the door open without dropping Jack. Once inside, he lays him down on the bed as carefully as he can, before leaving briefly.

He returns with a pitcher of iced water and some light chicken broth.

Feeling somewhat helpless, he looks at his lover. "Did you overdo it today?" he wonders out loud.

It is almost like watching a movie about himself. The man he sees is laughing, uncaring about whom might observe. He walks hand in hand with another man, ignoring disapproving stares.

This can't last he finds himself thinking. He will leave me--or I'll frighten myself away.

This can't last.In his work he has seen promises of forever ripped apart ( Read more... )

A slender hand clenches, opening to reveal a rose ( Read more... )

Grissom dreams.

He knows REM sleep is essential for maintaining balance and integrity within one's mind. Nightmares are common for those in his profession.

He dreams. And he is not afraid.

A rose is proffered and the thorns do not prick. Jack smiles at him, eyes brimming with a tender amusement ( Read more... )

Gil Grissom, forensic entomologist extraordinaire, paced his office, cursing.

Damn that Ecklie. First he breaks up my team. Then he goes after Sara. And now, he's fired her. And she isn't fighting it ( Read more... )