Title: Joker Thinking

Author: Emono

Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I may give my heart to CSI, but I am only aloud to play with the characters.

Summary: Greg gets a little cynical after a case.

Beta: gil_follower, whom I luv

Warning: Just some slash after I watched a special on Batman

100 Challenges: 100 Prompts – Grissom/Greg

Prompt: 12 – The nature of the universe

Word Count: 511

This last case had shaken the whole CSI team.

A man imprisoned for years for a crime he didn't commit, the murder of his wife. If Grissom hadn't glanced at that certain piece of evidence, seen that it hadn't been dusted for prints in the haze of bringing in the 'right' guy, the poor man would still be rotting in that hole.

Greg had been the most upset by this, but only because the man had thrown himself at him and begged to be set free and see his child again.

Yeah, that hadn't gone over too well.

Now Grissom and Greg were in his office at the end of the day, a little worse for wear and ready to go home. Grissom was gathering together some papers for the file on their new perp, shuffling about between his desk and the file cabinet and his drawers. Greg sat quietly on the other side of the desk, a half-assed game of solitaire laid out on the desk. He flipped a card down every half-minute like clockwork, eyes locked on the cards.

"You've been quiet today, Greg" the older man looked down at his lover curiously "Anything particular on your mind?"

Greg glanced up, "The case."

"Well now..." Grissom sat down his papers "We just have to acknowledge our imperfect world, and we can only persevere and hope justice sorts itself out in the end."

Greg sneered as he flipped down a red queen, "The presence of random injustice...means there is no justice. Maybe the fact that innocence can be destroyed...means there is no innocence..."

"How now, Joker" Grissom put his fist beneath the brunette's chin, raising his eyes so he could see his smile "Why so serious?"

"We screwed up, everyone dropped the ball with this guy" Greg deflated under the playful twinkle in his lover's eyes "It just bugs me, Gil, that's all."

Grissom tisked, "Gregor...you shouldn't adopt such thoughts. Where's that childish spirit I love so that believes in injecting humor into situations like this?"

"It's tired and grumpy" Greg managed a small smile in return "I'm just ready to go home...sleep it off."

"Yes, I believe it's time to go home" Grissom abandoned the file, picking up his jacket and slipping it on "Let's pick up something on the way home, alright?"

Greg leapt from the chair, "First one to the car gets to pick the place!"

And in the next moment he was gone, cards flying behind him and the door swinging shut. Grissom only looked after him fondly, grabbing his keys and wondering what kind of junk food he would be forced to consume tonight.

End