"Hey, Nicky! You still have that goat?" Sara greeted, as Nick entered the
break room, goat in tow. She and Warrick were seated at the table.
"Don't remind me." Nick muttered. He tied the goat to a table leg. "Stay!" He admonished.
"I don't think that works with goats, Nick." Warrick observed, as the goat immediately began a frantic tug-o-war with the table.
"That little asshole ate a hole in my favorite Aggie boxers." Nick grumbled, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Now you know why they call'em kids." Catherine said from the doorway, having just arrived.
"Serves you right for leaving your underwear on the floor." Sara surmised, assuming that, Nick, like all men left his underwear wherever they fell.
"They weren't on the floor." Nick indignantly responded. "They were hanging on the bedpost. I happen to like to sleep nude!"
"Whoa, way too much info, bro!" Warrick sputtered wiping coffee dribbles from his chin.
Sara and Catherine giggled as they glanced at each other. Nick's face blazed bright red as he realized what he had just uttered. He busied himself with the goat. Sara gazed at her hands in her lap as unbidden thoughts of Nick, naked in bed, meandered through her mind. She couldn't seem to shake the appealing image, of a rumpled sheet not quite covering his fine bare ass, from her mind. "Maybe one leg would be outside the sheet," she thought as she continued to dwell on her pleasant little fantasy.
"I see you still have your little friend, Nick." Grissom said as he entered the break room to hand out assignments. He quietly assessed his team. Nick was keeping his head down, apparently embarrassed by something; Catherine and Warrick were both attempting to keep smirks off their faces, and Sara was, apparently, off in never, never land.
"Sara? You with us?" Grissom asked, intruding on her reverie.
"Uh, yeah. Just, ah, woolgathering." Sara blushed furiously. A quick glance at Catherine and Warrick told her they had a pretty good idea where her thoughts had been.
"Okay, you two still have evidence to process on the convenience store homicide, correct?" Grissom asked and caught Warrick's eye.
"Yeah, we should have lab results by now, too." Warrick replied.
"And, I suppose there's not much going on with 'The Great Goat Caper' either?" This time he caught Catherine's gaze.
"Nope, not 'til we hear from Brass." Catherine replied.
"Well, we only have one case. I'll take it. Cath, you're with me. Nick, hold down the fort and try to keep that goat from decimating the lab." With that everyone left except poor Nick.
"Billy, I hope those people come for you tonight. You are one royal pain- in-the-ass, but I won't hold that against you. Ahh, you're such a cutie!" He told Billy as the little goat pranced around and butted him in the knee. "I tell you what, first opportunity, you butt Hodges in the crotch and I'll forgive all. Okay, Little buddy?" He began scratching the goat behind the ears.
"Don't remind me." Nick muttered. He tied the goat to a table leg. "Stay!" He admonished.
"I don't think that works with goats, Nick." Warrick observed, as the goat immediately began a frantic tug-o-war with the table.
"That little asshole ate a hole in my favorite Aggie boxers." Nick grumbled, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Now you know why they call'em kids." Catherine said from the doorway, having just arrived.
"Serves you right for leaving your underwear on the floor." Sara surmised, assuming that, Nick, like all men left his underwear wherever they fell.
"They weren't on the floor." Nick indignantly responded. "They were hanging on the bedpost. I happen to like to sleep nude!"
"Whoa, way too much info, bro!" Warrick sputtered wiping coffee dribbles from his chin.
Sara and Catherine giggled as they glanced at each other. Nick's face blazed bright red as he realized what he had just uttered. He busied himself with the goat. Sara gazed at her hands in her lap as unbidden thoughts of Nick, naked in bed, meandered through her mind. She couldn't seem to shake the appealing image, of a rumpled sheet not quite covering his fine bare ass, from her mind. "Maybe one leg would be outside the sheet," she thought as she continued to dwell on her pleasant little fantasy.
"I see you still have your little friend, Nick." Grissom said as he entered the break room to hand out assignments. He quietly assessed his team. Nick was keeping his head down, apparently embarrassed by something; Catherine and Warrick were both attempting to keep smirks off their faces, and Sara was, apparently, off in never, never land.
"Sara? You with us?" Grissom asked, intruding on her reverie.
"Uh, yeah. Just, ah, woolgathering." Sara blushed furiously. A quick glance at Catherine and Warrick told her they had a pretty good idea where her thoughts had been.
"Okay, you two still have evidence to process on the convenience store homicide, correct?" Grissom asked and caught Warrick's eye.
"Yeah, we should have lab results by now, too." Warrick replied.
"And, I suppose there's not much going on with 'The Great Goat Caper' either?" This time he caught Catherine's gaze.
"Nope, not 'til we hear from Brass." Catherine replied.
"Well, we only have one case. I'll take it. Cath, you're with me. Nick, hold down the fort and try to keep that goat from decimating the lab." With that everyone left except poor Nick.
"Billy, I hope those people come for you tonight. You are one royal pain- in-the-ass, but I won't hold that against you. Ahh, you're such a cutie!" He told Billy as the little goat pranced around and butted him in the knee. "I tell you what, first opportunity, you butt Hodges in the crotch and I'll forgive all. Okay, Little buddy?" He began scratching the goat behind the ears.
