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Nick’s POV
In all honesty Gil overreacted.
I mean, it’s not like it happened in the middle of a case. Both Greg and I were about to clock out anyway. Well, sure, we were getting really a bit loud. And yeah, we were in the supply closet. But still.
I can clearly recall the barely contained laughter dancing in Warrick’s eyes, the shocked look in Catherine’s, Sara’s amused smirk, as well as the scandalized look plastered on Ecklie’s face when, upon opening the door to said supply closet, he unexpectedly found Greg and I in an extremely compromising position… braced against one of the shelving units. In my defence, at least we weren’t against the door—we’d had the sense to move only a couple minutes before—and it was only an overflow supply closet, so anything important was still protected by cardboard boxes.
Okay, I’ll admit we shouldn’t have allowed ourselves to be almost completely naked in a closet at work—especially a supply closet. Even a less frequented one. And I probably shouldn’t have been sucking on the sensitive skin of Greg’s neck, causing him to scream speak out loud in half-English, half-Norwegian phrases worthy of Lady Heather.
Even so, I think Gil suspending the both of us for an entire month was a bit excessive. However, given the fact that I’ll be spending that entire month with a certain DNA tech does forgive the extreme measures.
Needless to say, next time Greg and I play ‘Name That Chemical Compound’, I won’t have to ask what it is that I won.
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