Color of Jealousy is… Red?
to a stop just inside Gil’s office. Making
sure the coast was clear, he hurried over and quickly
kissed his oldest lover.
frowned and waved him back, his eyes glued to the beetle he was studying.
“Not at work, Greg. Okay?”
Greg took a step to the side, nearly stumbling over a stack of books Gil had piled on the floor. Hanging his head, he mumbled. “Sorry. I forgot.” The DNA specialist stood there for several minutes, playing with a loose button on his labcoat, waiting for his lover to acknowledge him.
Grissom looked over the rim of his glasses at Greg, not quite sure why
the young man was still in his office.
looked up, a hesitant smile on his face. “Those
tests you requested… the results will be ready in about an hour.”
Grissom reached toward a red heart shaped box.
Snagging a piece of chocolate, he popped it in his mouth.
Page me when the results are final.”
The CSI supervisor tapped the glass container his beetle was scurrying
frowned at the gift of Godiva chocolates on his lover’s desk.
“Who gave you the candy?”
a piece.” Grissom picked up the
box and offered it to Greg. “Catherine
gave it to me.”
the box and poked at the chocolates. A
note tucked inside caught his attention and he pulled it free.
Placing the box back on Gil’s desk, he turned away and read what was
written on the note.
softly, Greg crumpled the small card and gripped it tightly.
“Love always? He’s mine,
missy. Keep your sweets to yourself.”
voice distracted the young man’s thoughts.
Greg twisted around, hiding the note behind his back.
aren’t you in your lab? Don’t you have some tests that need your attention?”
tucked the note in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Right. Back to work.”
He moved to the door. “Gil?”
looked up. “Yes?”
glanced down the hallway. “We still going out tonight?
To celebrate Valentine’s?”
took off his glasses and smiled at Greg. “Yes,
Greg. I’m taking you and Warrick
to Antoine’s tonight. Did you
remember to drop your tux off at the cleaners this morning?”
beautiful smile spread across Greg’s face.
“Yeah. I’m picking it up
on the way home.” The DNA
specialist rushed back inside his lover’s office and pressed a kiss to Gil’s
cheek. Before the older man could
protest, Greg danced away. “I
know. I know.”
He grinned wickedly as he waved goodbye.
“Back to work, I go.”
Greg walked down the hallway toward his lab.
He was almost past the breakroom when he spied Warrick sitting at one of
the tables with his legs propped up. Sticking
his head in the door, he waved at his lover.
blushed. He wasn’t quite used to
the nickname his lover had given him. “Whatcha
motioned the young man inside. “Waiting
for Nick to get back from the coroner’s.”
He indicated the chair next to him.
“Come sit with me for a few minutes.”
took a seat beside his lover. Before he could speak, the black CSI agent leaned over and
kissed him hard. Touching his lips,
Greg fell back in his chair and grinned at Warrick.
“Wish Gil would kiss me like that here at work.”
chuckled and rubbed his hand across his lover’s spiked hair.
“The day he does that, I’ll take over the bathroom cleaning duties
for the rest of this century.”
grinned at Warrick. “I hear
ya.” He reached out and gripped
the older man’s hand. “Maybe
Gil will surprise us one day.”
rolled his eyes and laughed. Leaning
forward, he slid a red tin box decorated with hearts in Greg’s direction.
glanced inside and saw a handful of heart shaped cookies.
“Where did you get these?”
grabbed a cookie and munched on it noisily.
“Sarah made them for me. Said
I was her special Valentine.”
dropped the cookie he held back in the tin.
“Why did she say that?”
Warrick took the cookie his lover had discarded.
“Maybe she’s got a crush on me?”
stood, knocking his chair over. “He’s
mine,” he muttered under his breath.
looked up from the newspaper he was glancing at.
shook his head. “Gotta get back
to work. See ya later.”
Hurrying back to his lab, Greg found the tests he had been working on,
finished. He collected the papers and hurried back down the hallway.
Greg came to a stop a few feet short of Gil’s office, finding both his
lovers standing in the doorway, talking with Catherine and Sarah.
Warrick and Gil were smiling and nibbling on the sweets the two female
CSI agents had given them.
thrust the papers he held at Gil and stared hard at the two women, his eyes
daring them to make a move on his lovers.
frowned at the young man. “Is there a problem, Mr. Sanders?”
stuck his tongue out at Sarah before answering Gil.
“No problem. Now… if
you’ll excuse me.”
young man stalked away, mumbling to himself, his hands gesturing wildly in the
turned and looked at Grissom. “What
the hell is wrong with him?”
guess is as good as mine.” The CSI supervisor watched his lover disappear from sight.
unlocked the door to his home. Smiling
at Warrick, he followed the black man inside.
Instantly his smile was replaced with a confused frown.
“Do you smell that?”
pressed his hand over his face. “I
think something died in the kitchen.”
men walked cautiously forward, each one grimacing at the horrible scent
pervading their home.
is that?” Warrick pointed to a
lopsided tower of red icing occupying the center of the kitchen table.
Grissom bravely stepped forward and examined the foreign object. A smile teased the corner of his mouth as he pulled Warrick closer. “It’s a cake. Look.”
wrinkled his nose. “I’m not
eating that.” He glanced at the
writing on the cake. “Greg
cooked? I’m definitely not eating
look of tenderness gentled Grissom’s features as he read the words out loud.
Happy Valentine’s Day Gil and Warrick!
I love you both.
love you too, Tiger,” he whispered softly.
Looking around the kitchen, he noted the unbelievable mess Greg had made.
“Wonder where he is?” Grissom
left the kitchen in search of his lover.
men walked down the hallway toward the bedroom.
A dual sigh escaped both of them when they found Greg stretched out on
the bed, dressed in his pajamas, streaks of flour on his face and in his hair.
Gripped in each of his hands were several red roses.
moved to the bed and leaning down, softly kissed his youngest lover.
“Happy Valentine’s, Tiger.”
wet one finger and cleaned away a smudge of flour from Greg’s nose before
turning and smiling at Grissom. “Why
don’t you clean our junior chef up and I’ll go tackle the kitchen.”
Warrick pressed a kiss to Greg’s cheek before leaving.
“Love ya, Studman.”
into the kitchen, Warrick immediately turned the air purifier on its highest
setting and started piling dishes in the sink.
A large box on the nearby counter instantly caught his eye.
The names of Catherine and Sarah were scribbled in silver ink on the
gaudily decorated top. Carefully
opening the box, he found misshapen pieces of chocolate inside.
Warrick chuckled. “I
can’t believe Greg made candy for the girls.”
Planning to place the box out of harm’s way on the kitchen table, Warrick turned around. His foot connected with something on the floor and looking down, he noticed a discarded grocery bag containing several empty packages of the chocolate flavored Exlax.** Warrick stared at the mess for several seconds before carefully placing the box of candy on the table.
**For those of you who may not know what Exlax is---it is a non-prescription medicine for constipation. It comes in several forms and in my story, Greg obviously bought the kind that looks like small squares of chocolate candy and can easily be melted down and added to food. <eg> That wicked boy!