Disclaimer :- Usual sort of thing. I assert no right over the characters, I'm just playing. No spoilers.
"Greggo! Are you running my samples yet?" asked Nick, propping himself up on the doorway of the DNA lab.
"Nope. Sorry man. Half an hour before I can start, even." Greg looked up, and waved a glove clad hand at the pile of work waiting to be done, before returning his eyes to the task in front of him.
"So...What are you doing?" Nick moved into the glass walled room and perched himself on a stool. "Not Dayshift's backlog, I hope"
"Nah, listening to Saliva and analysing Warwick's snot. You waiting on me?" he glanced sideways at Nick.
The Texan blinked. "Saliva? Snot? Huh? "
"Nasal mucus. Somebody sneezed" Greg said looking at his pipette with an expression of distaste.
"Actually Warwick's or one of his cases" Nick felt he had to ask.
"Case. Why would I...? Never mind. Glad I wasn't collecting the samples" There was a pause. "Could be worse I guess"
"Is that a coincidence? The bodily fluids thing. There's an actual band called Saliva?"
"Yeah. Hey, if it makes you feel better, I can listen to Snot when I start running the drool from your case. Just to even things up." Greg offered graciously.
"Why do all the bands that you like have such weird names?" Nick said pulling a face "Snot? Saliva? That's pretty disgusting y'know?"
Greg shrugged. "A rose by any other name"
"Are you going to be matching your music up the samples all night?".
Greg grinned widely at him "Well, I will now. Good idea Nick! I was getting a little bored. I can attach a playlist to the results when I hand it back, yeah? Songs in the key of..." he examined the evidence label "Hmm. WBN-JUN- 431. Mmm. Sounds like a Slipknot song, or a Mozart..."
Nick buried his face in his hands and made a pitiful noise, somewhere between a laugh and a groan.
"What's up?" Greg looked slightly concerned at his friends sudden distress.
"If you do that when Sara comes in, and she finds out, then you're gonna die?"
"Why?" Greg was cheered up by the thought that Sara was coming into his lab, but he tried to focus his attention on Nick's embarrassed explanation.
"Its... uh. A particularly... uh female piece of medical equipment. Obstetric. Used to smack someone on the head we think, and not used used first, but..."
Greg smirked. "Oh, I've got a song for that. Pass me the Adema album from behind you. Guy with his tongue sticking out on the cover.Greenish, purplish barbed wire sort of thing" He added the instructions as Nick wavered over the assorted bizarre CD covers.
Nick picked it up, and read the song titles from the back "Yeah. She's gonna kill you" he nodded agreeably, but he still handed the CD over. "And then she's gonna kill me when you tell her it was my idea. Because you will, won't you?" He didn't seem too bothered.
"Yeah, but what a way to go" Greg beamed at his friend. "Maybe she'll feel guilty enough to perform CPR?"
"Don't count on it. Hughes is our first aider" Nick shuddered.
That made Greg hesitate for a minute. "Maybe she wont recognise the song?" He offered.
"You need to get your adrenaline kicks somewhere else, kid." Nick muttered. "Alligator wrestling, Base jumping with no chute, chainsaw juggling....something that hurts less"
"Pfft" Accompanied by a dismissive wave of a hand and a grin as he queued the song.