A/N: Just a random drabble based on an argument my cousin and I had a few nights ago. My first attempt at CSI. It's NickGreg friendship but I guess it could be read as preslash or light slash if you want.

Disclaimer: I do not own Nick, Greg, or Rascal Flatts song Backwards.

Rating: G

"You see, G? This is why I always insist on driving to a crime scene." Nick called over the noise that Greg called music. The ex-lab tech looked at him in surprise. "What are you talking about, Nicky? I'm not lost or anything…"

Nick shook his head and reached up to turn down the noise...um music. "I was talking about the music, G."

"What's wrong with my music?" Greg asked indignantly. Nick raised his eyebrows. "You can't understand a word they are singing. And it's actually more like screaming."

Greg shrugged. "I can." The two CSIs rode along in silence, the radio being the only source of noise. After a couple of minutes, another song came on. Nick listened to about thirty seconds of the song before saying, "All these songs sound exactly alike!"

"They're great, aren't they?" Greg grinned mischievously.

Nick's eyes widened in disbelief. "No!" Greg glanced at Nick and started laughing at the look on his friend's face.

"Hey. No matter how bad you say my music is, nothing is worse than that twangy stuff you call music."

"You can understand my music. And it's not all the same." Nick told Greg. Greg was silent for a second before saying, "Nicky? Tell me something. What do you get when you play a country song backwards?"

Nick didn't answer. He just shook his head and grinned, knowing what was coming.

"You get your house back. You get your dog back. You get your best friend Jack back. You get your truck back. You get your hair back. Ya get your first and second wives back," Greg started singing in a really bad impression of Rascal Flatts.

Nick laughed at the blond CSIs antics. "God, G. I can always count on you for a laugh." Greg grinned. They pulled up to the crime scene and got out. As they were walking to where Brass was waiting for them, Nick said, "Hey Greggo?" At Greg's look, Nick reached out, grabbed the keys, and continued, "I'm driving on the way home."

The first thing Brass heard from the two CSIs was Greg yelling, "NO! Not the twang!!!"

End

A/N: What did you think? Should I continue to write CSI or should I just leave it alone?