Nick shuffled into the locker room picking grass and who-knew-what-else out of his hair. He loved busting meth-heads, especially when they decided to hide their stash in the compost pile behind the house where they'd set up their lab. That stuff smell almost as bad as a dead body.
He spun the lock and popped his locker open with a kick. Pulling his shirt off, he reached around inside for the bag of extra clothes he kept just in case.
"Oh, hey Grissom."
The older man looked up from buckling his belt and stared wide-eyed at Nick for a second. "Um…hello, Nick." He said a bit louder than necessary.
"You just get out of the shower?" Nick asked when he saw Grissom toss a damp towel into the hamper in the corner.
"Yes. Sara and I just finished examining a decomp."
"Ew…how bad was it?"
"Nothing solid. I'll talk to you later Nick, I need to check with the lab."
"Yeah, sure, no problem."
He searched around for his bar of soap and a towel after Grissom left. Just as he closed his locker Sara waltzed out of the shower with a cat-are-the-canary grin on her face, which she immediately dropped when she saw Nick. "Uh…hi…Nick."
"Yeah…hey. You just get out of the shower?"
"Yeah. Working on a decomp with Grissom. I gotta go."
"Uh-huh." He mumbled as she scurried out of the locker room.
He slowly turned to look at the shower room. The whole scene with Sara and Grissom wouldn't have been so strange if the shower room wasn't a community shower like in a high school locker room. Or the fact they left it within seconds of each other. He hurriedly threw on fresh clothes and tossed his towel and soap back in his locker.
"Definitely not using that shower ever again."
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