Three - A Turn for the Worst
"Hey, Hodges!"
Hodges looked up just in time to see Greg at his side. "What do you want, ADHD-Boy?"
"Wanna do the hokey pokey?" Greg grinned at him.
Hodges immediately began to shake his head. "Oh, no, pretty-boy. I am not, under any circumstances, doing the hokey pokey!"
"Oh, but I think you are! C'mon, it'll be fun!" Greg pouted.
"No! Greg, we are supposed to be professionals!" Hodges tried to move away, but in a split second Greg had a hold of his arms from behind and was beginning to make him go through the motions.
"You put your right arm in, you take your right arm out! You put your right arm in and then you shake it all about!" Greg shook Hodges's arm rather vigorously and then began to twirl him around the lab. "You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself about! That's what it's all about!"
"Greg, the hokey pokey is not what this is all about," Nick said, mercifully rescuing Hodges. Nick had no idea why he was being nice to Hodges. Maybe it was more due to the fear of what Hodges may do to Greg if Hodges ever got away.
Greg turned a pitiful look on Nick. "It's... it's not?"
Nick shook his head. "No, Greg, it's not. I think you need to have a seat and relax a little bit..." Nick approached Greg very slowly. After all, no one really knew what Greg was capable of. Not exactly, anyway.
"Relax? You want me to relax?" Greg's voice took on a bit of an edge and he crossed the lab toward Nick.
Nick never saw it coming.
"Hey, Warrick." Catherine was taking a five minute break in the lounge while waiting for some DNA results. She was two steps away from solving the mariachi case, and pretty darn proud of herself.
Warrick looked up from his recently microwaved macaroni and cheese. "What's up, Cath?"
She shrugged. "Nothing, really. Have you seen how Greg's been acting lately?" Catherine hadn't seen Warrick all shift, and she was wondering if he was caught up on all the latest news and excitement.
"No, I haven't. I'm pulling a double tonight." Warrick grabbed his coffee mug and went over to the coffee-maker.
"If you're pulling a double, I wouldn't recommend that coffee. You know Grissom keeps it decaf."
Warrick smiled at Catherine conspiratorially. "Not today, it isn't. When we came on shift, I switched it up with my coffee. Cuban blend." He casually poured himself a mug and added one cream and three sugars.
"Cuban? Holy... that stuff could wake the dead, Warrick, not to mention..." Catherine trailed off, suddenly connecting the dots.
"Cath? You okay?" Warrick asked.
She nodded her head quickly. "Yeah, great. Do me a favor. Don't drink any more coffee!" Catherine turned and dashed out of the lounge.