Nick's fuming the plastic bag he found at the scene when Greg knocks lightly on the door.
"Heard you were looking for me?" He asks when he has Nick's attention.
"Greg, come here, I wanna talk to you for a second," Nick says, sounding innocent. Greg knows better though, he hesitates for a moment. Nick notices and tries again, "Come on."
With a breath of air, Greg goes in, stopping when he reaches Nick. "What's up?"
Nick slaps Greg on the back and grasps the back of his neck, causing Greg to tense.
"Hey, ow ow ow, I told you -- I only like it rough in the bedroom," He murmurs, trying to shrug Nick's hand off.
"Stop invading my privacy, man, I don't like it. I'm just trying to do my job. I don't need the extra attention," Nick says through gritted teeth.
Greg knew it had to be something about that. "Okay, but I mean, you're the one who's doing the "Forensic Spotlight" in the department newsletter."
Nick tightens his grip at the comment. "I didn't do anything, man. Someone from the community wrote a letter of commendation. Public affairs ran it, cool?"
"Cool," Greg nods and Nick lets go. "It wasn't that lady who lives next to you, I bet. She's always complaining we're too loud at night," He smirks.
"Greg," Nick warns and walks around the tank to go back to work.
Greg snickers and decides that was enough for now, he could have more fun later on. Now, he can be helpful, and so he is.
