"You like the lab?" Warrick asked driving at a moderate pace.

"Its nice, a lot nicer than where I was before."

"Yea? Where was that?"

"California. A lot of weird shit happens there."

"Yall solve Biggies case?" Warrick asked smiling.

"Who?" Greg asked genuinely confused.

Warrick laughed. "Biggie Smalls man, Notorious BIG."

"Oh I don't really know him."

Warrick rolled his eyes and laughed turning on the radio.

It was all a dream

I used to read word up magazine

Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the Limousine

"Thats Big," Warrick said pulling into a Waffle House.

Greg smiled getting out of the car.

They entered and sat at the table, they knew the Waffle House drill. You sit where you please, they take your order, then you pay with your ticket up front.

Warrick looked at Greg softly, "What music do you like?"

"I like a lot of older metal and newer punk stuff."

"Like?" Warrick asked smiling. He really wanted to see the inside of Greg... and not in an autopsy type way.

"Well... I like Hendrix and Pink Floyd because they're classics. And for newer stuff I like Pierce The Veil, All Time Low, I guess teenage girl bands like that."

"Thats cool man."

The waitress came and took their orders and they both decided on the same thing, the All Star meal. Their order was on one ticket which Greg insisted on paying.
"You basically saved my life at the bar," he said justifying it. Warrick felt bad but knew it would make Greg feel better.

It was 2 AM by the time they were back in the car.

"Where do you stay?" He asked Greg turning the car on.

"Umm... about 20 minutes down that street."

Warrick smiled at him, "you ever think about driving?"

"I don't really think it's necessary when there is adequate public transportation."

Warrick nodded, "fair enough."

They drove in silence until they got to Greg's apartment complex.

"Let me walk you to your door," Warrick insisted.

Greg smiled and felt his heart jump. Was Warrick just being nice? Or was he being romantic in a way?

They walked up the stairs to the second floor.

"You can come in if you want," Greg offered putting the key in the door.

Warrick was contemplating it.

Greg decided to push it a little further, "We have work tomorrow, it might be easier for you to just crash here rather than drive home and have to get up in a few hours."

Warrick smiled, "That is a good point." he said following Greg into his apartment.

It was a little small, but a good size for one person. Greg had a cat that was sleeping on the couch. The bedroom door was right next to the kitchen, which was visible the moment you walked in.

"I'll move Ammonia off the couch." he said picking up the cat.

"You named your cat Ammonia?" he asked amused.

"Yea, science is kind of my thing."

Warrick laughed casually and walked over to the cat petting her between the ears. She meowed and rubbed against Warrick.

"She likes you," Greg said, "She doesn't usually go up to people like that, you must be special." He was smiling.

Warrick looked up at Greg, "Thanks for letting me crash here man."

"Yea no problem, you need some water or something?"

"Nah I'm good on the dihydrogen monoxide."

Greg chuckled picking up Ammonia and heading to his room. Warrick watched him wishing he could follow him. But that would be way too soon. Instead he just laid on the couch, closed his eyes hoping that sleep would come to him soon.