((disclaimer: I do not own CSI or its characters.
AN: sorry this first chapter is so short, but I hope you like it! =] ))
This was already turning out to be a bad day.
First, the hot water was out when Greg had taken his shower before work. He was still cold, he noticed, even in the heat of his car: which had also refused to start so he had to get Nick to drop by to help get it running again. The texan had chuckled at the younger man when he arrived.
"What's so funny?" Greg asked grumpily as he hopped off the hood of his car.
"You just reminded me of good 'ol Chuck, that's what." Nick grinned.
He raised an eyebrow. "Charlie Brown?" He questioned, annoyed.
Nick the mimicked the glum position Greg had been in earlier, sitting on the car, elbows on knees and hands supporting head.
"Thanks, Nick." Greg added with a roll of his eyes. "Just help me start the car, okay?" He added with a sarcastic and exasperated tone.
And so they got the car started, eventually. Greg was complaining, of course, but who wouldn't be? Especially after he spilled his coffee after Nick drove off to work ahead of him. "Murphy's Law, I despise you." He muttered as he headed to the crime lab.
He pushed the doors of the crime lab open and stomped to the break room. Maybe Catherine would be there and would be able to tell him how to get coffee stains out of his shirt. He sighed. It was dry already. "Well, good morning sunshine." A voice said. Greg turned his head to see none other than Sara Sidle.
"Morning." He responded lamely, putting on a pot of coffee. Sara frowned slightly, and then smirked as she noticed how strong he was brewing his Blue Hawaiian. "You want some water with your coffee?" She smiled, and saw no response. "Rough night?" She added, to which he shook his head.
"More like a rough morning." Greg answered as he pressed the button to brew the coffee. "First, all my hot water was gone. Which is really nice, by the way. My car didn't start, I spilled coffee on myself...and now I have to work." He ended this with a bitter little smile.
"So how are we really?" Sara asked sarcastically, and saw his frown. "C'mon, Greg. Cheer up, it's only Tuesday."
"What?" He turned to look at her, his brown eyes surprised and wide. "It's not Wednesday?"
"Nope. Hump day is tomorrow." She said with a smirk.
"Sara, I don't have time to make that into an inappropriate joke. I'm late on a case!" Greg said, getting his coffee and pouring some into a thermos. He then ran out of the room.
"Feel better!" Sara called as he left, and then tried the coffee, making a face. "He must really be tired." She muttered, tossing the batch.