Disclaimer: Any characters even resembling any on the TV show CSI obviously belong to them, not me.
Greg watched Sara walk towards her car, making sure she was out of the parking lot before moving back towards the interior of the building. Once inside, he moved quickly towards a bathroom, wanting to clean his hands before someone questioned why there was blood on them.
He had always scoffed at the jocks that couldn't control their tempers and hit things while they were mad. Obviously, they just didn't have enough self-control to keep from damaging themselves or property. However, tonight, he had been so furious with Sara, so furious with himself that he had instinctively reached out and slammed his fists into the wall. He, scrawny Sanders, couldn't control his temper. Boy would the boys from Stanford throw a party when they found out.
He slid his hands underneath the water, hissing slightly at the stinging sensation. Yeah, beating up walls was definitely stupid. However, before he could berate himself some more, he heard the bathroom door open. Glancing up into the mirror, he caught sight of Nick in the doorway. This is not good... he thought to himself.
Nick moved closer, leaning against the walk next to Greg. "So, you leave Mia to give me my results now?"
Greg looked down into the sink. "I didn't think you'd mind. I needed some air."
Nick nodded slowly. "Looks to me like you got more than some fresh air."
"It's nothing."
"You know, I grew up in a rough and tumble house, Greg. Scrapped knuckles generally don't equal nothing."
"Well, it is nothing." Greg defended, not wanting to talk about it.
Nick, however, didn't seem to know when to stop. "Can I at least look and make sure that your hand isn't broken?"
Greg closed his eyes for a moment. Could it be broken? Nah, he'd had broken bones before – okay, only a broken leg from showing off to try and impress the girl he liked in ninth grade – and this didn't feel broken. It just hurt.
So, he negotiated a deal. "If I let you look at it, will you leave me alone?"
Nick was silent for a minute. "If that's what you really want, yeah."
Greg nodded once before pulling his hands from under the running water. Nick took one, running his hands over the skin. What exactly he was looking for, Greg wasn't sure, but he seemed satisfied because he moved onto the other hand, repeating the motions he had made on the first.
"Well, G, looks like you lucked out. Nothing but some scrapped skin."
Greg smiled warily. "Told ya."
"Okay, I gotta go. Thanks for the evidence, Greg."
"Go catch some bad guys, Nicky." Nick nodded and headed towards the bathroom door. Just as he opened the door, Greg called out, "Nicky?" Nick turned. Greg wasn't sure what he had wanted to say. "Thanks." He finally managed. Nick nodded once before turning and disappearing down the hallway.