They're still watching me. I can feel they're eyes on my back. And I wanna slug Greg. I make one little slip, and now the whole lab knows. Well, maybe not Grissom; he doesn't know squat when it comes to his own people, but that's not the point. The point is that this morning during my break (and mid-daydream), Warrick comes right up to me, grinning like a bastard, and before I can ask when he wants he nods towards the object of my affection and says,
And what is it with guys, anyways? I just know that if it had been Grissom I'd been lusting after for these past two years, there'd be sympathetic looks and 'romance in the workplace' talks. But because it's her, there are smirks and dares. Does he really think that'll work? And what is with Nick, standing there, like he's flanking Warrick, but as soon as I catch his eye, he's backing off. Smart boy.
When I look back, she's walking towards us, a curious smile on her face, and I just know she's going to ask what's going on.
Greg is so going to pay for this.
I glare at Warrick, and lick my lips, trying to think of something to say, anything, for when the inevitable question comes.
"Warrick, you're with me tonight. You two, go see Grissom. He's got a case for you."
So he follows her out of the lab, and I bite my lip, praying he won't say anything, and wishing he would.