A/N: Short chapter but at least I'm updating! To all those over at you'll get one part in particular. So I think you'll get an idea for the coolest characters in CSI. If this means nothing to you it will soon…
It was just the basic average day. Greg was drinking Blue Hawaiian coffee in the break room and sharing and amusing story with the completely awesome Bobby Dawson. At least, it seemed to be amusing for all the stories out there Greg could have been telling a story about how Nick came about growing a 'stache of doom and Bobby Dawson was laughing at the sheer horror of it Or he could have been laughing at the sight that met his eyes outside the break room. That would most likely explain why Greg looked so hurt. Outside the break room Nick strode in the main doors of the lab wearing a rather colorful toque. This was not what the totally amazing Bobby Dawson was laughing at although it was a colorful toque which was good for making Bobby Dawson at least smile. It was what Nick did next that made Bobby Dawson laugh. Nick was standing in the middle of the lab and had gathered quite a crowd, mostly lab techs brought in for one episode to serve as a convenient plot device then forgotten about. Included in the crowed were Warrick, Catherine, Ecklie, Hodges, Doc Robbins, Super Dave, the completely cool Archie, Brass, and finally the evil Spork. Suspiciously absent were Grissom and Sara. Nick, now quite proud that he had gathered at crowd, pulled of the toque. Everyone collapsed with laughter, even the evil Spork collapsed with laughter. When everyone had gained their breath back Warrick asked the question they all wanted answered. "Nick," he said cautiously, "what have you done?"
"What? This?" he said pointing to his now shiny completely bald head. "This is nothing. First you guys criticize me for my 'stache of doom. Then it was for my haircut so I finally decided that I should just get rid of my hair."
"Did you keep it?" asked Ecklie meekly, hoping that he could be provided with some hair to cover up his baldness.
"No," said Nick and Ecklie ran to cry in his office.
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The day continued. Warrick took his shirt off and Greg thought he would follow suit by taking his pants off. 100 cameras or camera phones came out to take pictures. Greg quickly put his pants back on. Super Dave carried a purse and Nick began waxing his head. Spork was also horribly impaled when one of Grissom's experiments in the refrigerator grew legs and decided that he would impaled the first person he saw with, as poetic justice would have it, a spork. She died. Nobody cared. Grissom and Sara were still suspiciously absent throughout all of this. Catherine made a comment about this to Brass and he just smiled with a dazed look on his face. He had gotten quite good at ignoring Catherine over the years. So off Catherine went to find Warrick, he always seemed to listen. Catherine found Warrick in the over manly place, the garage, talking with Greg. They were both laughing at Nick's latest sex appeal killing decision (however they didn't call it this. Being two un-gay men they called it "Nick won't be getting a lady now.") Greg saw Catherine enter and since he has always been slightly more than scared of her, ran out saying he needed some Blue Hawaiian. Warrick and Catherine began a very interesting conversation about where Grissom and Sara were. To sum up it began with a "sup?" from Warrick and then Catherine doing most if not all of the talking except for the moments when Warrick would smile and nod as if he understood, The truth was he didn't understand anything, being married he had merely perfected the art of pretending to care.