Title: Ink

Author: Diabolikal Rapture / Britt

Summary: Greg wakes up after a night of drinking with the boys to find himself in a load of pain, and the butt of office conversation. What happened that night, and why was his rear end in so much pain?

Disclaimer: Not owned by me. Just the storyline. And Greg on his nights off.

A/N: Greg's ass and alcohol. What more could you want from a fic? Lmao. A little idea that sprung to mind earlyone morning. Don't know why really, or when it exactly happened. Still have to finish Does He Ever Get The Girl, but needed to get this idea out of the way. I didn't know what to call it, was listening to Finch at the time, so that's why it's called Ink. Hope at least someone likes it, so I can get inspired to finish this, lmao!

Ink

1. Butt of the joke

Greg snored peacefully as he slept on top of the covers of his bed. He stirred, and rolled onto his back, only to be startled awake by a sharp pain radiating from his behind. He quickly sat up, only aggravating the area more with the added weight and pressure. He slid from the bed, steadying himself against the wall as his head spun and the effects of his hang over fully kicked in. His mind was quickly transferred away from the pain in his rear end as he realized that his shirt started withing 30 minutes, and he still needed to clean himself up from the night before. He headed towards the shower as he began to wonder, what exactly did happen the night before? He shrugged it off, realizing that he couldn't remember a thing, and felt content knowing that his memory usually returned to him in flashes as his hang over faded.

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Greg left the locker room, convincing himself that he was now fine to work. But he was far from it. He made his way through the office, blindly hoping that no one would take any notice of the sunglasses he still adorned in the brightly lit office. His hang over hadn't left him, it was still in full swing, and he was feeling it, badly. At least I can see straight now, no more spinning world for me...He returned to his familiar workspace and realized just how much work he needed to complete. Pain throbbed in his head, almost in a response to the work that was set before him. He winced with pain as he attempted to massage his temples. But it didn't help. He was in need of some serious pain killing medication, or some kind of miracle hang over cure. The throbbing in his head could soon be heard in his ears. And every minute sound registered much loudly than it truly was. He needed a cure, and he needed it now.

He headed towards the break room, towards his secret stash of his favorite coffee. He quickly made himself a fresh cup, and moved to take a seat. He settled into the chair but immediately shot back up as a bolt of pain shot throughout his ass.

"What the hell!" He exclaimed, forgetting about the slight pain he'd experienced after he'd woken up that morning. What the hell did I do?

He attempted to gently lower himself down into the chair once more, but the pain was unbearable. He sighed, realizing that he couldn't sit at all. He moved towards the closest wall and leant his back against it, tipping his head back as he stared up at the roof. He began to wonder exactly what he'd gotten up to the night before.

"How you feeling man?" Warrick asked as he took a seat at the table.

"Great." Greg replied sarcastically.

"Yeah? Everything feeling okay?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow. He wondered how much Greg remembered of last night. He figured that he didn't remember much, otherwise Greg's mood would be a hell of a lot worse than it was now.

"Besides the throbbing headache, the urge to hurl at any moment and the..." Greg trailed off, realizing that it wasn't a good idea to let his colleague know about the pain he was currently feeling in his rear. And it was better to keep it to himself, at least until he knew exactly why he was in so much pain.

"And the what?"

"Nothing. I've gotta get back to work." Greg said dismissivley as he hurried out of the room. As much as he wanted to know what happened last night, he could do without Warrick's interrogation.

Nick passed Greg in the corridor and couldn't help but let out a brief chuckle at the sight of his clearly hung over co-worker. He nudged him in the shoulder as they passed each other, before joining Warrick in the break room.

"You seen Greg?" Nick asked as he grabbed an apple and took a seat beside Warrick.

"Yes...yes I did." He replied as he chuckled. "Seems like he has no idea. We gonna fill him in, or wait for him to discover it for himself?"

"I think we should wait. Let him sit on it for a while." Nick replied, before realizing the irony in his words.

They both let out a laugh. No one else knew what had happened, not even Greg. They had great material to use against him, and even better stuff to spread around the lab. Greg wouldn't know what had hit him.

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Nick poked his head in to check on Greg. He and Warrick had already spread all kinds of rumours around the lab, all relating to his rear end. Everyone knew about it, from the secretaries working the phones at LVPD, to Doc Robbins and even Grissom. The amusing thing was, no one knew exactly what was wrong with Greg, and so dozens of theories had been floating around the lab. One such theoryincluded an arrest and an overnight stay in prisonfor poor little Greg, who was forced to share a cell with an inmate known only as Fluffy. He shook his head. As harsh as it all was, he couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation. Greg had been owned. And he'd brought it all upon himself.

"Hey man, do you want one of those donut thingoes to sit on? Y'know the ones with the hole in the middle, to help eleviate the pain..." Nick said with a massive grin on his face.

"How did...what's...what did you do?" Greg asked, a million questions running through his mind.

"It wasn't anything I did Greggo, it was all you." He replied with a chuckle, leaving his co-worker alone to process what he'd just said. This really was a lot more fun than he'd ever planned. And seeing Greg so lost and unknowing made it all the more enjoyable.

Greg remained on his own, wondering what the hell was going on. He'd already received dozens of weird looks from his co-workers, even those that he didn't speak to. His closer colleagues had been saying weird things to him, all concerning or alluding to his rear end, and the pain he was currently suffering. But how did they all know it? Nick seemed pretty smug, he was more than likely at the helm of it all, and aided by no one else but Warrick. What did happen that night? He needed to find out, and he needed to know what exactly was wrong with him, so that he could put an end to being the butt of everyone's jokes. He groaned at himself.

What happened that night? And why is his ass so damn sore? These questions and more, are answered in the next chapter of this story, next week, on sick sad world!

Couldn't help it...gotta heart Daria. Lemme know what y'all thought about it. It's a little less, actually, a whole lot less funnier than I wanted it to be. But what can ya do? Anyways, if you wanna find out what happened, review/ Britt