Title: Interpretative Dance
By: kennedy
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: G
Note: Beta'd by the wonderful Catlover2x.
Summary: Cath and Sara see some goings-on in the locker room. Short piece written for the LJ csianti_block challenge#1.

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"So, anyway," Greg was saying, "she used to force me to go to all these demonstrations with her. We weren't anything more than friends, but she thought we shared a bond. I thought she meant well, but she was just one of those earnest types. You couldn't help but want to help her, because she meant every word of what she said."

"So you now think it's perfectly fine to make fun of her?" Nick asked, stretching out on one of the benches before the row of lockers.

"I'm not making fun," Greg said a trifle defensively, "I'm just... showing you."

"Showing off, you mean," Nick said under his breath.

"What?" Greg asked.

"Nothing, G. Dazzle me."

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In the hallway, Catherine and Sara were passing by the locker room when they heard a series of thumps coming from within it. They interrupted their intense discussion on the blood spatter at their crime scene to exchange puzzled glances. Without a word they pushed open the door enough to peek inside.

Nick was in paroxysms of laughter, holding his stomach and letting his tears flow freely as Greg pirouetted around him.

"I'm a bunny!" Greg cried, leaping onto the bench above Nick, holding his hands to his cheeks to simulate whiskers. "I see in the distance the encroachment of man!"

He squealed, and leapt into the air. His body started jerking as if he was in a mosh pit. "My home... ripped out from under me... I must flee!" The pirouettes began again, interrupted by the occasional shudders.

Catherine closed the door silently, and looked at Sara. "I don't even think we should ask."

Sara grimaced. "I don't see why Nick seems to think Greg is the funniest person on the planet."

Catherine grinned. "Because to Nick, he just is."

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