Nick pushed the door to the locker room open and walked inside, hiking his bag higher onto his shoulder as it began to slip off. He caught sight of Greg and smiled. "Hey." He said walking up to him, placing his bag on the bench.
"Hullo." Greg replied, not turning away from his open locker, he didn't need to to recognize that voice. He frowned a bit, as if he had forgotten something important, and then it dawned on him, and he grabbed the little plastic bottle from his bag, fished out a small assortment of brightly coloured pills and downed them in one go with the help of a sip of water. Greg felt better when he carried them around with him, he always forgot to take them when he woke up in the morning.
Grimacing a bit from the taste, he turned to Nick finally. "You smell that?"
"Hey, don't look at me. It's comming from your locker." He opened his own locker and shoved his bag inside, before closing it again. "How are you feeling?"
"Gooood." Greg wrinkled his nose again, bringing a sleeve up to his face and frowning. "Could've sworn it was a decomp."
He slammed his locker with a flourish. "Had one of my first therapy sessions the other night, actually." He added, frowning a bit. Greg knew that Nick had gone through something vaguely similar to him, so he felt at ease talking about it with the older man.
Ecklie had just made a comment that she could, by all rights, get him in some SERIOUS trouble with upper management or anyone involved with hearing sexual harassment complaints. She was SO close to stalking to Grissom's office, but if she did that, he'd go after Ecklie with either his bare fists or a poisonous tarantula.
Although she didn't mind bloodshed, she'd rather that she was the one to do it.
She flings open the door to the locker room, looking like a very, very, VERY pissed off Devil Incarnate, and stops short when she sees Greg. And Nick.
And isn't sure if she should laugh or throw something at them.
As soon as he heard the door open he jumped back, losing his contact with Greg. "H-hey Sara." He said after a few moments of silence. He could feel the blush creeping onto his face.
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"Hey." He said walking up to him, placing his bag on the bench.
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Grimacing a bit from the taste, he turned to Nick finally. "You smell that?"
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He opened his own locker and shoved his bag inside, before closing it again.
"How are you feeling?"
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He slammed his locker with a flourish. "Had one of my first therapy sessions the other night, actually." He added, frowning a bit. Greg knew that Nick had gone through something vaguely similar to him, so he felt at ease talking about it with the older man.
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Ecklie had just made a comment that she could, by all rights, get him in some SERIOUS trouble with upper management or anyone involved with hearing sexual harassment complaints. She was SO close to stalking to Grissom's office, but if she did that, he'd go after Ecklie with either his bare fists or a poisonous tarantula.
Although she didn't mind bloodshed, she'd rather that she was the one to do it.
She flings open the door to the locker room, looking like a very, very, VERY pissed off Devil Incarnate, and stops short when she sees Greg. And Nick.
And isn't sure if she should laugh or throw something at them.
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"H-hey Sara." He said after a few moments of silence. He could feel the blush creeping onto his face.
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"Hey, Nick," she purrs. "Man, Judy's going to be disappointed that you're sticking it somewhere else."
The smug look turns into a smirk as her mouth twitches. "Oh, hi, Greg. Trying to see how long you can hold your breath?"
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"All in the name of science." He replied, flashing Nick an amused look.
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