A/N: Quite a short chapter. Nick sees Greg without his top on. yada yada.

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CHAPTER THREE

The two men got back into the car park of the lab.

"I guess I'll see you tonight then," smiled Greg.

"Tonight?" said Nick, sounding nervous again.

"Oh, aren't you working?" said Greg.

"No," said Nick.

"Wow, lucky for some," said Greg. "When do you next work?"

"I'm doing days tomorrow," said Nick.

"Then I guess I'll see you at crossover," said Greg.

"Will do," said Nick, unlocking his car.

Greg smiled, and jumped into his passat. He followed Nick out of the car park, and the two of them went their separate ways.

That night, Greg was swamped with work. He had about 50 samples of DNA to profile, and the CSIs all wanted them done yesterday. Greg managed to get through it though. He put his CD player on, and a 'do not disturb' sign on the door. He yelled at anyone that disturbed him, and managed to get all his work done. He got no credit for his efforts, but he wasn't expecting any credit either. He knew that profiling DNA was his job, it was what he got paid to do, and he had no right to complain.

Greg was stood in front of his locker, changing his shirt, when Nick came in. "Oh, sorry," said the CSI, turning around.

"I don't mind," said Greg, putting his arms in the sleeves.

"I do," said Nick.

"Do you have a problem with seeing me topless?" asked Greg, innocently.

"No," said Nick.

"So turn around," said Greg.

Nick turned around, and looked at Greg, who had already done half his shirt up.

"So, how are you today?" asked Greg.

"I'm fine," said Nick. "Uh, Greg, you've done your shirt up wrong."

Greg looked down at his brown shirt. He'd got the buttons mixed up, and now the shirt was on skew wiff. He'd have to undo it and start all over again. Greg sighed.

"It's been a long day."

"Busy?" asked Nick.

"That's an understatement," said Greg, redoing his shirt. "I got through it though, only 12 hours left."

"It'll fly by," said Nick.

"Hopefully," said Greg, closing his locker. He pulled his lab coat on.

"Come here," said Nick, grabbing Greg by the shoulder. "Your label's showing."

"Thanks," said Greg, as Nick tucked the label back in the coat. "How do I look?"

"Nice," said Nick. "I like your shirt."

"Thanks," smiled Greg. The two of them left the locker room, and set about their work.

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A/N: That's it for this chapter. Next time round...