A/N: Here we go, a chapter that's more than 59 words long. Hope you apreciate that.
CHAPTER TEN
"Well, I think it's a bit big," said Nick, looking at his clothes Greg was wearing.
"I can change at work," said Greg. "I have some spare clothes in my locker."
"Oh right," said Nick. "Shall we go then?"
"Uh huh," said Greg. He followed Nick out of his house, and climbed into his car.
"So, now that I'm wearing your clothes, does that mean we're officially a couple?"
"I don't know," said Nick. "There is one more thing I want to do though."
"What?" asked Greg.
"Tell my parents that I'm dating a guy," said Nick.
"Ah," said Greg. "How do you think they'll take it?"
"Well, my father will overreact, and my mother will try and keep the peace," said Nick.
"Oh," said Greg. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"No," said Nick. "I think I should go by myself."
"If you're sure," said Greg.
"Uh huh," said Nick. "Have you told your parents?"
"That I date guys?" said Greg. "They guessed, actually."
"I see," said Nick. "And are they okay with it?"
"Yeah," said Greg. "I have a cousin who's so stereotypically gay, and they're okay with him. My parents are kinda cool really, there's not much that they have a problem with, except my choice of career."
"They don't like you being a lab tech!" said Nick.
"No," said Greg.
"Why not?" asked Nick.
"They think it's a waste," said Greg.
"Of what?" said Nick.
"Of everything. They think I'm wasting my talents. They think I'm wasting my life."
"That's not very fair."
"I know," said Greg. "But, y'know, it's their opinion, and they're entitled to it."
"Do you think it's a waste?" asked Nick.
"No," said Greg. "I love my job."
"Good," said Nick.
"I mean, I do like working in the lab, but I'm really enjoying to get to go out in the field, so maybe, if that works out, I could one day be a CSI," said Greg.
"I think you'd make a great CSI," said Nick.
"Really?" said Greg.
"Definitely," said Nick. "I've seen you in the field, you have amazing potential. You just need to stick with it, hone in your skills, and you'll be there."
"Thanks," said Greg, smiling to himself. Maybe he would be a CSI one day.
Nick parked in the crime lab car park, and the two of them headed into the lab. Greg opened his locker, and was just undoing his shirt, when Sara came in. "Hey guys."
"Hey," said Nick.
"Greg, what are you wearing?" asked Sara.
"Not much," said Greg, pulling the shirt off.
"I've seen that shirt somewhere before," said Sara. "Hold on a minute, is that Nick's shirt?"
"No," said Greg.
"NO!" said Nick. "It's not my shirt."
"Are you sure?" said Sara.
"YES!" said Nick.
Greg pulled on his own shirt, which was a few sizes smaller than Nick's, because Greg was very skinny. He did up the buttons, and fixed the collar. "So, are we just going to stand here all day?"
"No," said Sara. "We should go and find Gris."
"And I should go and rescue Ricky," said Greg, looking into the DNA lab where the day shift tech was looking stressed.
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A/N: When I was thinking what to call the dayshift tech, I thought maybe I'd call him "Eric", but then I though "No, welly, that's just too bad a joke". So I'd like to introduce you to "Ricky". It's about as close to "Eric" as you can get without actually being "Eric"...
