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RATING: M for Mature. For language and mature situations in later chapters.
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Chapter 9
The boys were sitting around the break room table, each with their paperwork in front of them, diligently working away the rest of the shift. For a change, they were experiencing a slow night. Each of them had gotten back from their scenes with minimal effort and all but Grissom had put their cases to bed already. Grissom was safely away from this room though, and so as boys are known to do, they were trading stories.
As Greg was relating a tale from his most recent trip to the clubs, Warrick sat with his head down and a cat-bird look on his face, only smirking from time to time to show Greg that he was paying attention to his little story. Once Greg had finished regaling them with his dance floor antics, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. "Hey War… What's that look for, man?" He nudged Nick when he spoke to show him the cagey look on Warrick's face.
"Yeah, Bro… Yer bein' awful quiet tonight. Wha'cha got cookin', man?" Nick was now curious too.
Warrick looked up from his report and raised his eyebrow at them both, "Not as much as you got, Bro."
His cryptic response was directed at Nick, and he had no idea why, so he pressed for more information, "C'mon… What's that about?"
Warrick looked back down at his report before he started speaking, "Oh nothing… I just had a real interesting conversation down in autopsy." All the blood left Nick's face with his friend's statement. "Yeah, thought you might know 'bout that one, buddy." Warrick was laughing now, that deep, resonating laugh that could be felt more than heard by many people.
Greg's curiosity was in overdrive now, "Oh, no you don't… You gotta spill now, Warrick."
"Spill what?" Catherine and Sara had just walked into the break room and Catherine made her way straight for the coffee pot. Reached over for her cup and then started to pour the brown liquid of life as she turned around, "Oh wait, from your silence, am I to assume you boys are having a little 'guy talk?'" She looked at each of their faces, and although Nick and Greg both looked like deer caught in the headlights (a familiar sight for Nick today), Warrick's expression was the most intriguing to her. He looked like he had a juicy secret and it was just busting to be told. "Warrick, anything you'd like share with the class?"
Sara, too, caught on to Catherine's suspicions and joined in on the assault, "Yeah, War'… I'd be interested to know what has given you that evil glint in your eyes."
He leaned back in his seat and raised his hands in a sign of surrender, "No evil at all, ladies… Just heard a real interesting story about our boy Nicky down in autopsy."
Catherine laughed right out loud that time, and turned back to put the coffee pot down, "Oh, I think I already know this story."
That was just a little more than Sara could pass up, "Oh, no. Now you better start talking… I gotta hear this one." Sara sat down and crossed her arms over her chest to show that she was not going to budge on this one.
Nick shrunk back in defeat and Warrick just chuckled, "Sorry, man, but I just gotta do you bad this time." Warrick returned to his forward position in his seat before starting, "You see… Seems Ole' Nicky Boy managed to stick his foot in his mouth all the up to his hip socket before shift tonight." He looked around the room to make sure everyone was paying attention, "Anybody else been down to autopsy tonight?"
They all shook their heads, but Sara was the one to speak up, "You and Grissom are the only ones with DB's tonight."
He nodded his head when he realized his mistake, "Right, so you guys knew that Doc Robbins was moving to days, right?" He waited for their nods before continuing, "Anyway, the new ME started tonight… And let me tell you, I can understand why my boy lost it down there, but the way he lost it was classic."
Greg interrupted, "Who's the new ME?"
Nick decided he might as well join in since he was going to be heckled no matter what now, "You remember that hottie who was getting the tour a couple weeks ago?"
"The one in Archie's surveillance vids?" Greg leaned even further forward in his chair with his anticipation.
"Bingo… Well, those vids ain't even in the same ballpark as the real deal, my man." Nick leaned back, knowing it was his only argument for his actions, so he might as well sit back and enjoy the ride of his ridicule.
Greg was thoroughly impressed, and Warrick decided to push forward in his tale, "So anyway, seems Nicky Boy was unable to contain himself when he saw the new ME and pulled a construction style wolf-whistle at the honey."
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Everyone in the room groaned out loud as Nick just cringed in his seat.
"I don't know where my brain was, guys… It just came out of my mouth before I even realized it." Nick was, once again, turning fifty shades of red.
"Sounds like typical male behavior to me, Nicky." Detective Jim Brass was standing in the doorway to the break room and leaning against the door jam with his arms folded over his chest. He had obviously heard the whole story, so Nick was sure the entire department would know about his little escapade before long.
Warrick was the first to address the man, "Hey, Brass… Have you met the new ME, yet, man?"
"No, I can't say as I've had the pleasure."
Warrick shook his head, "Well, she knows about you, man… Came out from L.A., and I guess she knows your Lady Captain friend."
Jim nodded his head and shrugged it off, "I can see that… Guess I'll have to pay my respects." He turned to leave, but then turned back to the room, "'Respects', Nicky… Not cat calls." And with a sly wink of his eye, he was headed down the hall and left the break room in another fit of laughter.
Nick was just going to have to resign himself to being the brunt of their jokes for a while. There was no way they were going to let this one lie anytime soon.
