Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Author: RivenSky
Pairing: Greg/David Hodges
Rating: FRM
Warnings: Adult themes
Summary: It's just breakfast. It doesn't mean anything. (Greg
Sanders/David Hodges)
For allhoneyboo who is to blame for the following madness.
_Breakfast with the Enemy_
He was pretty sure there was something in the water. He looked at it
again, examining it closely. He knew if he looked close enough he'd
be able to find that little spec of� something; that thing that was
making his stomach itch. "You realize you've been staring at that
glass of water for fifteen minutes now."
Greg Sanders looked up to find David Hodges leaning on the doorframe of the break room. "You were counting?" he questioned with a glare.
Hodges pushed himself away from the doorframe. "That water is either
extra special or your losing your mind." Hodges moved to the coffee
maker and poured himself a cup. "I'm betting on the latter." He set
his cup on the table and reached for a sugar pack. He narrowed his
eyes. "Unless that's Vodka."
"Don't you have evidence to trace?"
"Don't you have crime scenes to contaminate?"
Greg snarled and downed the last of his water and bit back the
feeling in his stomach that he was trying to convince himself came
from the water. He moved to throw his plastic cup in the trash,
shouldering Hodges out of his way. That shouldering thing was
becoming a habit of theirs.
*
It was four o'clock in the morning and as he leaned against the
restroom stall all he could think about was the last time he'd had
real physical contact with someone. And he didn't mean bumping
shoulders with the annoying guy from Trace. He remembered having
more fun when he was working DNA, but he wondered if it was maybe because he was getting older. Perhaps he had lost that spark that had kept him going before.
The restroom door banged opened and he turned. Hodges. Great. "Is
this where you hang out now days?" Hodges thought he was so snarky.
Greg wondered if snarky was a word. He rolled his eyes and headed
for the door as Hodges stepped up to a urinal. As he left he heard
Hodges whistling and cursed the man for always being around.
*
Greg had learned early on in his career that he shouldn't let
coworkers bother him. Ecklie had always been right there on the edge
and even though Ecklie was the devil he still hadn't let the man get
under his skin. David Hodges was an entirely different thing.
The first time Greg had found himself at the local 24-hour diner
with Hodges two stools down, he'd pretended they didn't know each
other� and Hodges seemed more than willing to participate in that
game. He wasn't sure entirely when, but at some point the stools had
dwindled until there weren't any between them and the occasional
breakfast together became a disturbingly usual thing. What disturbed
him the most was when Hodges didn't show up and he found himself
missing the company. He sometimes wondered if Hodges felt the same
when he couldn't make it after the graveyard shift was over.
Breakfast with Hodges was something that could be written about in
paranormal magazines. They could go an entire breakfast without
talking to each other and it seemed perfectly normal. Sometimes they
would discuss that morning's news or the sports scores from the
night before. Occasionally Hodges would mention something about the
ex-wife in LA and his daughter. They never discussed work. And when
they were at work, they never discussed anything from the diner.
It was only when Nick made a rude comment about Hodges and Greg
almost tried to defend the man that he realized that something had
changed. He was still rude to Hodges at work and Hodges was still
the snarkiest son-of-a-bitch that ever lived, but that was the work-
Hodges. Diner-Hodges was like a totally different man. Greg was
almost embarrassed to admit that he considered Diner-Hodges a
friend. He ignored Nick and made sure he was there after shift when
Hodges sat down on his usual stool.
*
"Well maybe you did it wrong."
"It's a GCMS, dumbass, you can't do it wrong."
Greg let out a frustrated growl and threw the report back on Hodges
desk. "Fine. Don't come crying to me when Grissom chews your head
off."
"I'll have to remember to tell that waitress to stop putting so much
kiss-ass in your French toast every morning. Your head's going to
get permanently stuck up Grissom's ass." Greg didn't stop at the
doorway because of Hodges rude comment. When he turned he knew they both realized that it was the first time they'd ever mentioned their
routine of eating breakfast together. Greg frowned and left, a feeling growing inside him.
Greg wondered what everyone would think if they knew about he and
Hodges morning routine. No one else ever ate at that diner. Most of
the night crew usually went straight home and Sara and Grissom and a
few others only ever went to the Denny's that was half a block
closer, and had much better service, than their diner. Their diner.
The thought made Greg stop in the middle of the hall. Hodges brushed
past him, a hard shoulder, and only glanced back briefly before
heading out the front door.
"Coming to Denny's?' Sara asked as she and Grissom headed for the
door.
A moment went by. "No thanks," Greg answered. "See you tonight."
"You always eat at that crappy diner with Hodges," Sara
said. "People are going to start to wonder." Greg's eyes widened as
he looked from her to Grissom, who only gave him his patented quirk
of the eyebrow. So everyone already knew. He hoped they didn't
think� they wouldn't� God, he hoped not.
*
"What makes you come here?" Greg asked, swirling his glass of water.
"The wonderful service and excellent coffee," Hodges answered. Greg
gave him a sideways glance. "You want to know what my ex-wife told
me when I asked her why she wanted a divorce?" Greg turned to fully
look at Hodges. When he didn't answer, Hodges continued, "She said I
never talked to her. She never knew what I was thinking. That and I
was an asshole."
They were silent for a while as the waitress set their meals, French
toast for Greg and scrambled eggs for Hodges, down in front of
them. "Maybe she just didn't understand your silences," Greg said
idly as he poured syrup over his toast and pushed the cup towards
Hodges. The other man took it and poured it liberally over his eggs
and sausage. Greg passed him the ketchup for his hash browns. "And
you are an asshole."
"Thank you," Hodges answered, and it sounded so sincere Greg wasn't
sure what he was being thanked for.
*
It would be a long time before Greg realized that their regular
routine of eating breakfast together had become a daily occurrence.
Each had even started showing up on their days off. No one ever
mentioned it at work and neither mentioned it at work or at the
diner. Diner-Hodges had become Dave at some point in Greg's mind and he never questioned the change. Hodges was still an asshole. Greg
still liked to tick him off as much as possible in the lab. But breakfast was still side-by-side at the diner each and every morning of the week. Just Greg and Dave, buddies from work if you asked any of the staff or other patrons of the diner.
Greg still liked to examine his water on occasion. Especially when
he felt Dave's knee touching his and neither made any move to
separate the offending knees as they perched on their stools. He
would have thought it was the diner water if it wasn't for the
shoulder-bumping incidents at work and so he began considering the
possible contamination of all Las Vegas water. Switching to bottled
water was deemed fruitless, though, and Hodges only chastised his
taste in "freshly bottled tap water" anyway.
As for the shoulder-bumping incidents, Greg was convinced one of the
two of them had bad depth perception. Greg naturally blamed Hodges,
but the feeling that he always felt after Hodges brushed past him
only made him doubt his own intentions. The words I'm going insane
were becoming commonplace in Greg's train of thought.
"Hey, Dave, you got the results back on that fiber yet?" Greg asked
as he entered Trace.
"Yeah," Hodges answered. "Blue upholstery. Commonly used in newer
Toyotas. Didn't you mention something about a Tacoma pickup?"
"I did. Thanks."
"No problem."
Greg was halfway down the hall when he slammed into a metaphorical
brick wall and almost knocked Catherine over. "You okay?" she asked.
Greg could only nod. He looked back through the glass walls at Trace
as Hodges continued working on� whatever he was working on.
*
He knew he'd stopped caring about their knees touching at the diner
and the shoulder incidents had become more playful as of late. His
skin felt like it was going to itch right off of him on his days off
and on Hodges days off. The only cure was the knee against knee
action the seclusion of their corner stools provided them.
And at 5:30 in the morning in the lab restrooms Greg was leaning up
against his usual stall door with a feeling of calm realization.
Hodges entered the restroom and gave him that look of annoyance.
Greg didn't leave as Hodges made his way towards a urinal. He was
looking away when Hodges changed his course and came to stand in
front of him. Greg looked at him confused. The other man pressed a
hand against the stall partition only inches away from Greg's
shoulder. Greg let out a shaking breath and it echoed against the
tiles of the restroom.
He wasn't expecting Hodges other hand to push him into the stall,
but allowed it to happened with wide eyes. The stall door swung
closed and Greg was pushed to the side. Hodges' silence spoke
volumes to Greg as they stared at each other, Hodges' hand still on
Greg's chest. Like a flick of a switch in Greg's head it was Dave
standing in front of him and then in an instant it was gone as
Hodges' hand moved to Greg's neck and their lips came together.
Hodges mouth opened and Greg followed suit, his body caving as a
tongue brushed against his. That damn-offending knee was pressed
between his legs, the thigh pressing against his groin. Greg moaned,
a noise he almost didn't recognize as his own.
The air seemed to be sucked out of him as Hodges pulled away. He
straightened Greg's shirt and smirked as he left the stall. A moment
passed and Greg came back to life. "You asshole," he called after
the other man and heard a laugh as the restroom door closed. There
was definitely something in the water.