He looked up at Jacqui with tired eyes, "No."
"Why the heck am I talking to you then?"
"I don't know. I was just about to ask you to stop."
"Well fine, be that way." She huffed and stalked off to find some other victim to bemoan life with.
He went back to Warrick Brown's evidence with a shake of his head, women were the reason he was gay. Women were just too everything; too loud, too moody, too easy, to judge mental, too happy, and too committed.
"So…are you going to go see Nick?"
He glanced up at Greg in annoyance; Brown's evidence was never going to be processed, at this rate.
"Why?"
"Cause everyone else has already gone and you could, you know, talk to him alone or something."
He sighed, Greg was never very good at acting casual, and it was obvious that the ex-lab rat was trying to be casual. This was just another reason why Greg Sanders was making him consider being a eunuch instead of a homosexual.
"Don't you have some crime scene to pee in or something?"
Greg blinked blankly before his shoulders dropped in realization, "Man, one time and you're branded for life."
"Do you need something?"
"Naw, just thought I'd stop by and-"
He quickly cut him off as Warrick entered the room, "Bother me. I know."
"No, that's not…" Greg noticed the CSI present and winced, "Oh, hi Warrick, I was just going to go and ask Catherine about the casino case."
Greg's inability to be casual reasserted itself and he almost groaned as the idiot tripped over a chair on his way out.
"I'm okay."
He smirked, "Yeah…right."
Greg exited with a glare and what little of his dignity he had retained.
Warrick shook his head and turned to Hodges. "Got my results?"
"Yes, seeing as the walking disaster, that is Sanders, wasn't just in here distracting me from getting anything done." Pause. "Oh, that's right…he was just in here."
"Look, just page me when you have them, okay?"
He pretended to be too busy to answer the other man and waited until he heard the door slam before he dropped what he was doing and slouched in his chair. He was so tense he could have sworn that he had accidentally left the coat hanger in his shirt… He patted at his back when he thought no one was looking through the glass. Nope, no hanger, just really tense muscles. He sighed in relief.
"Now, about Nick…" Devilish smile. "I was thinking, you could grill me about what he likes and-"
He idly wondered if it would be considered justifiable homicide if he strangled Greg to death. No, probably not, but it would almost be worth it just too finally be rid of the pest. Almost.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
"Now, Hodges, hitting your head on the table isn't going to help you with Nick."
tbc