Hi all. :3 Another little drabble, written for a challenge over at the Talk CSI forum.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them.


He knew he shouldn't have done it. It was one of the stupidest things to do, but he just couldn't help himself.

He sat in the DNA-lab, the room welcoming him like an old friend. Mia was on a break, so he was alone, peering into the microscope at the slide he'd just prepared.

But even though the lab was quiet, he looked up every minute or so, checking the halls for movement. With every little sound he tensed and jerked his head up. He was tapping his fingers nervously on the table top, his body vibrating with nervous energy.

He knew it wouldn't be long. And he couldn't avoid him forever.

He took a deep breath and consciously tried to relax, rolling his shoulders to get rid of some of the tension. He took another deep breath, then leaned forward to peer into the microscope again, not noticing the person who silently entered the lab.

He did notice though when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, gripping it tight. It was probably good too, cause otherwise he'd fallen from his stool. He gasped, his heart missing a beat.

"God! Give a man a hear attack, will you?"

He clasped his shirt, feeling his heart hammer away in his chest. He took a few breaths, his heart slowing it's frightened pace. He gasped as the hand on his shoulder tightened, drawing his attention back to the person next to him.

"Greg…"

He tried to play it cool.

"Nick…"

The hand on his shoulder tightened even more, painfully much so, forcing a soft whimper from his throat. Nick leaned in close, almost whispering into his ear, "You know I don't like it when people invade my privacy…"

Greg had to bite back the remark that he'd seemed to have liked Greg invading his privacy a couple of hours ago, but he managed to keep it in, instead going for, "Technically, I wasn't invading your privacy."

Did he really just say that? Yup, he did. Bye bye life, it was fun while it lasted… "…I mean, it was the break room and any-oneaah-aah! Nick! You're hurting me!"

Nick relented his grip a little and yeah, that was gonna leave a bruise.

"Okay. Any-one could have walked in. But taking a picture of it and hanging it next to the coffee-machine?"

Greg had to work hard to fight the smile that wanted to break out on his face. He still thought it was pretty funny, but Nick was mad enough as it was, and he valued his life.

"You just looked so cute, sleeping with your head on the case file like that. I just had to take a picture…"

"Okay… I guess I get that. But printing it off with the text 'Don't want to end up like this? Drink coffee!', and hanging it somewhere for everyone to see?"

Greg just shrugged, before he'd insert his other foot into his mouth. Nick sighed, closing his eyes for a few seconds and rubbing his temple. "Only you Greg… Tell me again why I put up with this? On second thought, don't. Just… don't do something like that again, okay?"

At that moment Nick's beeper went off. He let go of Greg's shoulder, the anger drained from his system. Greg let out a small sigh in relief, his shoulder slightly throbbing.

"I gotta go. See you later, okay?" Greg nodded and waved as Nick left the lab, muttering. That went better than he expected. He was still in one piece, and alive.

Maybe he could even print out the picture of Nick drooling onto his papers and hang it next to the paper-towel dispenser…