Warwick takes a bath.
The next hour went in relative silence when a second yell resonated through the halls followed closely by a crash. The crew all ran into the hall to see Warwick with his head covered in what they hoped was mud. It was dripping down onto his body in great big clumps and there were supplies from the closet he just came out of scattered at his feet.
Greg was turning red in the face trying not to laugh and Nick was coughing to try and cover his, but it wasn't working very well. Sara was giggling next to Grissom who seemed to be having a hard time suppressing a smile. Catherine was just outright laughing.
Warwick reached up and slid his hand down his face trying to clean it off enough to open his eyes, he looked straight at Greg, and once again the young CSI threw up his hands, "Why do you think it was me? I swear I didn't do it. I was with Nick the whole time."
Nick gave up trying to hold in the laughter managing to say between guffaws, "he's right man, I was with him in the lab."
He looked at Greg thoughtfully, "though…something like that could have been set up a while ago."
Both men turned to Greg, "I swear I didn't do it, whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty" and he turned around and quickly headed back to the lab, holding his side while Warwick headed to the showers to clean up.
Once Sara and Grissom were back in the office Sara looked at him, "I guess you're not going to tell when or where huh."
He raised his eyebrows at her, "Nope, are you going to tell me?" she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a sheepish smile.
"Nope"
"Then we are on an even playing ground" he replied.
