nervous adjective 1 easily agitated or alarmed. 2 apprehensive or anxious. 3 relating to or affecting the nerves.
-DERIVATIVES nervously adverb nervousness noun.
Greg was working in the lab. He was finishing up a DNA sample for a case Nick and Sara were working on. He had Black Flag playing on his CD player and didn't notice the door open. He hummed along a bit to 'Jealous Again' not really noticing the blonde behind him. He jumped at the touch of a hand against the side of his neck.
Greg spun around in his chair, causing him to spin around twice, making his companion laugh.
"Sofia, god you scared the crap out of me!" Sofia bit her lip and looked around quickly. It was in between shifts, so nobody was looking at them. She leaned down and kissed Greg quickly on the lips before turning of his music.
"You not done yet?" she asked sitting on the desk next to him, her hand curling around his hair, as he went back to the scope. He quirked an eyebrow as he adjusted his view.
"Should be done soon. Why?" he looked up at her and waggled his eyebrows. "You' feeling frisky?"
Sofia tried and failed not to smile at him. A smile broke out over Greg's face.
"You are aren't you."
"Shut up Greg," Sofia jumped off the desk as Greg's eyes narrowed playfully at her. She stopped at the doorway and turned to face him.
"You coming?" Greg winked at her and removed his gloves.
He followed her out of the lab and down the hallway towards the storage closet. Upon reaching the closet, Sofia made a scene.
"Greg, you think you could help me with that box up their?" Greg rolled his eyes, she would never just walk into the closet and let him…well…. But he played along none the less.
"After you," he mumbled shutting the door behind him. Sofia pounced.
Not really the type of thing she did but hey, she hadn't seen him in about two days. Greg pushed her up against the closet door as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
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Sara was walking down the hall having just seen Bobby D confirming the bullets were from the same gun in her case. She was looking for Greg. Sara stopped abruptly having just heard a door open behind her, she turned to see Greg and a pretty blonde woman from the day shift walk out of the storage closet.
The two froze when they saw Sara.
"Uh, thanks again Greg for helping me find that...um...thing."
"Wha-? Oh yeah, sure no problem, anytime," Greg cleared his throat distractedly and ran a hand threw his naturally messy hair. Sofia grinned at Sara and turned and walked in the opposite direction of Greg and Sara.
"So what did she need help with?"
Her shirt. "She needed an extra pair of um, tweezers," Sara nodded suspiciously.
"Do you have my sample ready?" she asked as he started back to the lab.
"Yeah, under the scope," Greg sat down in his chair and fumbled with his coat sleeve. Sara smiled into the microscope.
"Yes, we've got him-. Greg?"
"Hmm?"
Sara leaned in closer to him, examining his mouth. She quirked an eyebrow.
"What?" asked Greg as Sara raised a thumb to the corner of his mouth.
"Nothing," she said standing strait and grabbing the printout he had pre-made for her. "You had lipstick on your face."
Greg paled slightly as Sara winked at him, leaving him sitting their. Alone. In his lab. With lipstick on his face.
End.
