Author Notes: No idea where this came from, really. It just sort of did.
Warning: Slashy slashy. You no likely, then please no ready.
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Summary: Nick knows what happens when Greg calls.
Rating: K+
Spoilers: None.
While heading towards his vehicle, shift over for the night, Nick felt his phone vibrating on his hip. Easily, he pulled it out of the case and flipped it open, muttering 'Stokes' into the mouthpiece.
"Where are you?" was the reply, causing Nick to pause as he reached for his car keys. He pulled the phone from his ear for a moment to glance at the screen before bringing it back.
"What do you want, Greg?" As he opened the car door, he heard a soft 'ow' from the other side. "What are you doing?"
"I thought what I wanted was obvious." There was a small pause before, "Where are you? And what I'm doing is of no concern to you."
Nick placed the keys in the ignition and leaned back in the seat. Glancing around, he answered, "I'm in my car in the parking lot outside the lab. Why? Also, 'what I'm doing is of no concern to you'? Not suspicious at all."
"I need you to pick up some stuff." Another muffled cry of pain was heard, causing Nick to wonder even more what Greg was up to.
"What kind of stuff?" Nick was used to getting a call from Greg every once in awhile, asking for random objects to be picked up on the way home. A home cooked meal, alcohol, and lots of sex usually followed.
"Well, we're out of ketchup, we need some toilet paper, and if they have it on sale, could you pick up a package of world peace?" Nick couldn't help the smile that his lips formed at the old joke.
"I'll be home in thirty minutes." Hanging up, he started the car up and backed out of the parking stall.