A/N: Quite a slow chapter, not really much happens (let me know if you find the plot). I promise more will happen next time out...
CHAPTER SIX
"I have to go to work," said Greg.
"So do I," said Nick.
The two of them were still sat on Greg's couch. They hadn't got any sleep, they'd spent the whole night talking.
"I'll go shower," said Greg.
"I should head off," said Nick. "I'll see you at the lab."
"Oh, okay," said Greg. He watched Nick leave, and then showered, grabbed some breakfast, and headed to the lab, where he met Nick in the locker room. "Hey."
"Hey," said Nick, closing his locker.
"So, er-" began Greg.
"Thank you for earlier," said Nick.
"That's okay," said Greg. He opened his locker, and threw his jacket inside. He pulled out a lab coat, and shoved his arms in the sleeves.
Sara came into the room. "So are you two talking yet?"
"Huh?" said Greg.
"We're cool," said Nick.
"Good," said Sara, opening her locker.
Greg and Nick looked at each other.
"I'd better bet started," said Greg. "I can sense the backlog from here."
"I'll see you later," said Nick.
"Seeya Greggo," said Sara. She turned to Nick. "So are you two friends again?"
"Yes," said Nick.
"And what about the girl?" asked Sara.
"What girl?" said Nick.
"The girl that you two fell out over," said Sara.
"We didn't fall out," said Nick, leaving the room.
Sara sighed, and closed her locker. She went to the assignment room, where Grissom was handing out assignments.
"Catherine, Warrick, you've got two DBs in the desert," began Grissom.
A cry of pain came from the DNA lab. Nick's heart skipped a beat. It was Greg. "I'll go see if he's okay." Nick got up, and rushed out of the room. He went into the DNA lab, where Greg had some paper towel pressed against his hand. "Greg?"
"It's nothing," said Greg. "I just cut myself."
"On what?" asked Nick.
"Some broken glass," said Greg.
"Let me see," said Nick.
"It's just down there," said Greg, looking at the broken beaker on the floor.
"No, your hand," said Nick.
"It's fine," said Greg.
"Show me," said Nick. He gently pulled the towel away from Greg's hand. Greg winced. Nick saw that the wound was still bleeding, and pressed the paper towel back down firmly.
"Ouch," said Greg.
"Sorry," said Nick. "Stay here, I'll go get the first aid kit."
"There's one in the cupboard just there," said Greg, looking at the cupboard next to the GCMS.
Nick opened the cupboard, and pulled out the first aid kit. He opened it, and got out some cream, and a light dressing. He told Greg to sit down on a stool, and rest him arm on the table. Nick gently lifted the towel again, and dabbed Greg's cut, to make sure the bleeding had stopped. It had. Nick wiped away the excess blood, and gently rubbed some cream into Greg's hand. He then carefully wrapped a bandage around Greg's hand, between his thumb and his fingers, and secured the end with some surgical tape. "There you go."
"Thank you," said Greg, wiggling his fingers.
"Okay?" said Nick, putting the first aid kit back in the cupboard.
"Uh huh," said Greg. "You should head back to Grissom."
"Okay," said Nick. "Be careful, alright?"
"I'll try," said Greg.
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A/N: Man, I was worried when "A cry of pain came from the DNA lab. Nick's heart skipped a beat. It was Greg." I'm glad he's okay.
