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WHO: csi_nick_stokes, then anyone.
WHEN: The start of Greggo's first shift back.
WHERE: Locker room
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The whole Crime Lab smelled like death. Decomp, probably. Greg knew that Doc Robbins always did his best to hide the smell, but sometimes it just managed to get everywhere. Greg coughed lightly, wrinkling his nose as he entered the locker room, but he couldn't help but crack a small smile.
Smell or no smell, Greg Sanders was back where he should be. Granted, he was still a bit twitchy, a bit too dependant on his pain medication that he would have liked, and he was sporting a splint on his arm now, but he was feeling a hell of a lot better. He had talked it over with his doctors and Grissom, and had been proud to hear he had made a full recovery. He would still need to see a psychiatrist now and then, and report to Gil as to how he was doing, but that was besides the point. The point was that Greg was feeling better than he had in a long time. He had finally settled things out with Nick, the Texan had wanted verbal confirmation that they were dating, and Greg still smirked when he thought about it. He tended to overanalyze things, but Greg found it cute.
He sighed contentedly, opening his locker and finding a really old sandwich living in the top of it. Huh. Maybe that was the source of the smell. Picking it up gingerly, he threw it in the nearest trash can and started emptying the contents of his messenger bag into the locker.