"GREG!"
Nick waves his hand in front of the lab techs face to get his attention.
Greg looks up, removing his headphones. "Why, Nick, my man, you look flushed."
Nick takes a deep breath, turning a shade darker, and sets his notes down on the counter. Through clenched teeth he slowly responds. "Flushed? I look flushed? Maybe that's because I asked you to have my samples tested ASAP because I have to get the results back to the DA in time for them to make their case to the judge."
He takes another deep breath, "Where are my results?" He waves his hands to indicate the counter. "I don't see them, Greg. I need them, but I don't see them."
Greg hops off his stool and saunters across the room, appearing not to be in a hurry. This only perturbs Nick further.
"GREG!"
"Chill, my man. Don't I always take care of you?" Greg asks, as he produces several sheets of paper with a flourish. "Though you gave me bubkiss to work with, Nick, I didn't complain," he pauses dramatically, still holding the papers in his hand. Nick's eyes follow them as Greg waves them through the air as he speaks.
"No, I don't complain, because I am Greg, 'finder of hidden DNA,' wise to the ways of the chromosome, extracting the hidden…"
"Yeah, yeah, you're the great Greg. I get it," Nick says distractedly. "Gimme!" he snaps as he snatches the papers from Greg's hand and storms out.
"See," Greg says, more to the air than to himself, "all you had to do was admit my greatness." He smiles, and returns to his headphones.