Nick took a bite of his apple, folding his arms, one underneath the other to support him. He gave Greg a questionable look. He chewed slowly as Greg rambled on about something Nick wasn't really paying attention to. To Nick, it sounded like Greg was singing something, and, knowing Greg, he probably was. He had his headphones around his neck, bobbing his head side to side as he spoke… or sung. Nick took another bite of his apple, tapping his foot to an unknown rhythm.

Greg looked to Nick finally, and Nick only stared blankly back. Greg was still bobbing his head side to side, headphones bleating a soft tune that Nick suspected Greg was singing to. Nick watched Greg's lips move as Greg sung words that Nick wouldn't understand, or that, really, wasn't paying attention to.

They weren't working on a case, but were stuck, and were waiting for Grissom. Nick cocked his head very gently as he watched Greg's lips move slowly, and Nick still thought he was singing with his headphones.

"Nick, Greg," Grissom said, walking into the doorway. He nodded for them to come with him. Nick and Greg shared the same look, looking from Grissom to each other, and then back again, to Grissom, eyeing him curiously. Grissom pursed his lips quickly, and then nodded for them to follow him. They looked again to each other, shrugged, and stood up.

"All right, boys," Grissom said as they turned the corner out of the room, down the hall. "I need you to perform something for me. Just a little reenactment, it'll take about five minutes." Grissom said with a little nod, and Greg and Nick looked to each other, nodding gently.

Grissom stepped out into the garage, and walked up to his car. He opened the driver's door and hopped in. The window down, he looked to Greg and Nick, who stood staring at him.

"You coming?" Grissom asked, looking to them, patting the steering wheel.

"You said this would take five minutes…" Nick said, Greg nodding in agreement.

"I lied." Grissom said. "Hop in."

Greg sighed, following after Nick, as they hopped into the back seat of Grissom's SUV.

Later…

Greg rolled his head as Grissom began to slow to a stop, hopping out.

"You took us to a parking garage?" Greg asked, looking around at the empty parking garage outside the SUV.

"No," Grissom answered. "I took you to a crime scene." Greg's eyelids fluttered and he looked to Grissom as Grissom hopped out of the car. Nick hopped out of the car as well, stepping out into the parking garage. He looked back to Greg curiously.

"You coming?" Nick asked, turning around fully.

"Yeah, yeah, tie up your horses…" Greg sighed, unhooking his seatbelt and hopping out after Nick.

"Its hold your horses…" Nick said, cocking his head gently with a laughing, perplexed look on his face. Greg waved past him, stopping in front of Nick to look at him, raise his eyebrows, and then continued walking after Grissom with a shrug and a laugh. Nick gave a little laugh at this.

Grissom walked up to a big concrete pillar and walked around it. Nick and Greg studied it. Grissom looked at them.

"We're here." He said, looking back at the pillar, then again to Greg and Nick. They shared a very confused look.

"Is… someone dead… in the pillar?" Nick asked, looking from Greg to the pillar and then to Grissom, now looking at the pillar.

"No," Grissom answered. "Not in. On." He finished, walking around the pillar so that Greg and Nick were forced to follow. They studied the pillar, seeing a man stuck dead in the wall. He had some wounds to the chest, and blood stained his shirt and the concrete that had him clung to the wall. Nick eyed curiously, Greg stepping out from behind Nick, inspecting the man.

"His name is Jason Hennessey-Mason," Grissom said. "A passerby found him." He added, walking off, showing Nick and Greg the kits already laid out for them.

With Grissom now gone, Greg began taking pictures of Jason's body encased in the concrete wall. When Greg was done, he put the kit's camera down and pulled out a digital camera from his pocket, and took a picture for a "keepsake of funny moments."

Nick pulled out a black light and turned it on, going over him to be sure. Jason was shirtless, and had bruises on his chest.

"What are you doing?" Greg asked as Nick went over the area around him, the cement.

"There might be evidence of sexual assault since there is evidence of a struggle…" Nick said, pausing as he came over his pants, nodding gently. "Got a semen stain here," Nick said. Greg took a step forward, looking down at Nick's hands, down, down, down still… he then shook his head from his thoughts as Nick handed him the black light, he looked at his pains, covered in glowing stains.

"Geez," Greg said. "And I thought I partied hard."

"I don't want to know…" Nick said, laughing awkwardly. He shook his head, then stalker past Greg, snatching back his black light. Greg pursed his lips as Nick's fingers over his and then felt Nick brush past him.

"I didn't mean it like that…" Greg uttered.

"What?" Nick asked, glancing up, having no heard Greg.

"Nothing." Greg said, looking at Nick. Nick smiled, shrugged gently, and then glanced back down to his swabs.

Greg turned back to their victim, Jason, and stepped closer to him. He looked at his fingers, bruised and bloodied; another sign of a struggle. Greg nodded to Nick and whistled Nick over with some swabs.

"Swab his knuckles; I don't think that's his blood." Greg said, nodded to Hennessey's left hand. "I think it could be our killer."

"I am making you match this at lab," Nick laughed.

"Yeah," Greg laughed. "Make me do all the work."

"Yeah," Nick agreed, laughing. "Because sitting on your ass all day is a lot of work!"

"Of course," Greg cackled. "That's how I keep my ass sexy."

"Yup," Nick agreed. "Very sexy." He rolled his eyes as he swabbed the ejaculation stain on Hennessey's pants. Greg watched curiously, lips pursed awkwardly, trying to break his sensation of laughter.

"Anal swabs," Nick laughed. "Money." He finished, handing Greg the swabs as he reached for Hennessey's left pocket. He pulled out some money, about one hundred and thirty-four dollars. He turned to Greg.

"You still remember that?" Greg laughed, smiling at Nick.

"Yeah," Nick replied. "That was the first time I met you, why would I forget?" Greg shrugged and Nick laughed. Greg smiled too. "Here," Nick said, flashing Greg the money. "This show that it was someone he knew, any passer-by killer would have taken it, it was visible." Greg nodded at this, taking the money and putting it into an evidence bag.

Greg knelt down next to Nick, looking at Hennessey's pants. Something stuck out of the same pocket that Nick found the money. He reached for a silvery glinting object, and dragged it out. He turned to Nick, holding up the necklace. It was almost like a locket, but it was a heart, with a key-shaped hole in the middle of it. Nick handed him an evidence bag, then turned his attention to something sticking out of the cement. Nick reached for it, pulling to see if it would pop loose. When it wouldn't come loose, he looked to Greg.

"We need to get him out of this pillar," Nick said.

"Without destroying the garage." Greg added, the two looking around the garage to see if they had enough support pillars to be able to cut this pillar down. "But, we should be good."

Nick nodded in agreement, still studying the garage. As Nick looked around him slowly, Greg watched him intently. He swallowed deep, opening his mouth a little, blinking slowly. As his eyes opened again, Nick was looking at him. Their gazes struck, holding place. Nick had a gentle smile, as well as Greg.

Something clanged far off somewhere, and their heads instantly turned. It was only a garbage can. The garbage truck came rattling past the garage. Nick breathed out silently, and then turned back to Greg. Greg turned to him as well, and they smiled, then turning their separate ways.

Nick kept recalling the look in Greg's eyes, but each time he swiped it from his mind, shaking his head so that he couldn't think of it again, as if shaking the thought from his head. But when he'd blink, he'd see Greg's longing expression behind his eyelids, bringing the thought back.

Nick turned his head to Greg. Greg was hunched over, on his tip toes, studying Hennessey for any other kind of evidence. He was squatting, and Nick followed the arch of his spine up to his head. Greg turned around to him, and Nick swiped back around to what he was working on.

Greg would stare after him longingly, turning back and forth between Hennessey and Nick every so often, studying Nick when he turned away from their victim. He'd purse his lips, and then turn back after getting each memorable look at Nick.

Each time they started thinking about their work again, they'd think about Grissom's "five minutes."

This was going to be a long hell of five minutes.

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Hello!

Lab Rat, here!

I'm only putting this in because of this:

I CAN TOTALLY SEE THIS AS A REAL EPISODE!

I'd ogle.

I was hoping to have this as a one-shot and put it on Deviant Art… but, eh…

Special Thanks to:

Sarah [Bumblescreamzy, according to Jazzy! for telling me about this idea.

If you think I stole your idea, Sarah, I AM SORRY.

Forgive me, lover…

Greg&Nick [I'm to sexy for to be doing this! Greg&Nick