Title: Out Comes the Evil
Author: Rpgirl
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Greg blares music, resulting in Nick coming to the lab.

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Greg swayed to the music, singing the lyrics. Nick was secretly watching the lab rat. This song was slightly different than Marilyn Manson, and Nine Inch Nails. It had an insane club techno sound that made a lot of other tech's put ear plugs in. Ecklie was walking by, looking ready to jump into Greg's lab just to rip the stereo out of the wall.

'Half a pound of tuppany rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the story goes
Pop goes the weasel

Half a spoon of heroin
Half a spoon of treacle
That's the way the money goes
Out comes the evil

Feels so good, feels so bad'

The words kept repeating, as Nick walked in. He recognized the song from home. Walking up behind Greg, Nick grabbed his hips, making the latter jump. Greg laughed when he recognized his lover. Nick just tilted his head at the other.

"You know, this song is going to get you fired. It doesn't have a good message." Nick said, making the lab rat giggle.

"Griss said I could blare any song I wanted, if it got the work done. You know I hate silence. We could get fired for indecent behavior." Greg said, as Nick nipped his ear.

"I know that, but see you aren't getting any work done. We won't get fired; the only person that cares has already passed." Nick said, moving his hips into Greg's, making the latter moan.

"That's because I wanted you to come in here. And I am working." Greg pointed to the printer, just as it started to print something out. Nick's mouth dropped as that piece of information was revealed. He let go of Greg's hips, as the lab tech went to get the paper.

"How'd you do that?" Nick asked, "You always manage to do that."

"Years of practice. Plus the printer likes the song."

"Only you would think inanimate objects like your music." Nick said, "I may never look at a jack in the box the same way again."

Greg laughed at his boyfriend, smirking widely.

"I don't know, I like this version much better than the jack in the box." Greg said, making Nick shake his head.

"Right, so what do my results say?" Nick asked, as Greg smirked.

"It matches the blood from the window at your crime scene."

"Which means that I've got my man." Nick said, pumping his fist.

"I thought I was your man? Now that I feel replaced, I'm just going to go get some coffee to drown my sorrows." Greg said, pouting.

"You are. I just need to put this one away." Nick said, "You'll always be number one Greg."

Greg smiled at that, and watched Nick go before turning it to the next song.

A/N: Just something pointless that I wrote when I woke up.

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