(A/N): This idea popped up randomly and made me laugh, so naturally I had to do it. Each time something unusual happens, Nikki has the habit of blaming Harry, much to the rest of the team's confusion. Set between Thomas arriving and series 23, though I don't think I've specifically set out when, just set it generally. Each chapter is a different prompt I thought of. I own nothing, but please, let me know what you think.
Blame Harry
Scrubs
Nikki scowled as she gazed into her locker, hating what she was going to have to do. A sudden influx of bodies combined with having to have a separate pair of scrubs for each post-mortem meant a shortage of clothing to wear in the cutting room. Thomas was down to his last few sets of scrubs, but she'd been on her own doing the autopsies a few days earlier when he'd had a couple of days off, so she had even less choice. Honestly, she had only one choice, and she didn't want to. She really didn't want to. In fact, she still wasn't entirely sure why she hadn't put them in the bin at the first opportunity.
Sighing, she pulled out her final set of scrubs, still scowling as she put them on and grimacing at the too big size for her. Still closer to her size than if she'd tried to put on a pair of Thomas' scrubs though. She slipped her clogs on, tying her hair back securely before trudging out to the cutting room and offering Thomas and Jack a dark glare, the latter of which was stood at the far side of the room to process some evidence. "Not a word," She warned darkly, pulling on an apron over the top of her scrubs.
"Is that… yellow?" Jack asked incredulously, ignoring the warning she'd given them. "Are you really wearing bright yellow scrubs?"
"Pumpkin, actually." Nikki muttered back mutinously. Harry's infamous yellow scrubs. He'd left them in her locker as a joke when he'd left and she'd sworn to herself she'd never wear them, that she'd burn them like she'd wanted to do the first time she'd set eyes on them. Yet she never had, something stopping her from getting rid of the eyesores at the first opportunity. "Laundry isn't due back until this afternoon at the earliest."
"Oh god it's catching." Nikki turned her glare on Nigel, who had returned for a few weeks to help with the added workload. Of course, she'd forgotten he'd been employed there when Harry had originally bought the dreaded scrubs. Nigel was staring at her with a mixture of awe and shock, a little distaste thrown in there as well. "I thought those monstrosities had been burnt."
"Don't you start." Nikki sighed. "They're all I've got until laundry bring back the clean ones. Trust me, I've not lost my mind and bought my own set."
"Why exactly do you have yellow scrubs, Nikki?" Thomas queried, handing her the camera.
"Blame Harry." Nikki scowled. "He bought these eyesores waiting for me one night and he left them in my locker when he left. I hate these bloody scrubs."