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Title: Marked
Author: youloveme09
Pairing/Characters: Nick/Greg and everyone else is mentioned
Rating: PG 
Disclaimer: i dont own them, yeah lol. but if i did, then yeah. that's not gonna be mentioned
A/N: i got bored this morning and this popped into my head. crack i swear haha comments are awesome so read and enjoy :]

Greg was tired. He was beyond tired. He was exhausted. He hadn't more than three hours of sleep in the past four days. The lab table looked like a comfy place to sleep. Yeah, maybe.

He shook his head, wondering when he ever thought the lab table would be comfortable. He sighed as he waited for DNA to be processed. As he was waiting, he laid his head down on the cold metal table and before he knew it he had his eyes closed. Within seconds he was sleeping.

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"Greggo!" Nick called as he walked into the lab, holding a yellow envelope with some fibers in it. He walked over to Greg and tapped him on the shoulder. "Greg." When Greg didn't move Nick frowned and walked around to the other side of Greg's hunched over body. He laughed with one look at Greg's face.

There was Greg, wild and rambuctious Greg, sleeping like a baby. His face was squished against the table, his mouth open wide and soft snores coming from him. Nick held back another laugh as he set down the envelope. An idea popped into his head the more he stared at Greg's sleeping face. "Aha!" He went over to the small desk full of pens and other odd things and began to rummage around the desktop. When he didn't find what he was looking for he opened the drawers. He finally found what he was looking for after a few seconds of searching: the stash of sharpie markers. He snatched the rubber-banded markers and hurried back over to Greg.

Nick removed the rubber band from aroud the bundle of markers and chose the first one, a lime green one. He uncapped the bright green marker and pulled a chair up next to Greg's body. He pressed the tip to Greg's cheek and began the assault.

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"Greg, wake up."

Greg groaned and turned his head over. It stuck painfully to the tabletop. Tabletop? Greg's eyes fluttered open when he realized he wasn't laying in his own bed, sleeping peacefully. He forgot he was at work, sleeping on a cold table. Uncomfortable too. He groaned again as another whisper in his ear greeted him. He rubbed his eyes, rough with sleep and sat up.

"Wha' time is it?" he yawned, scratching at his face. It was oddly itchy. He turned his head, only to be greeted with a kiss. He gave Nick a lopsided smile. Nick laughed and got up from his spot next to Greg and left the lab. Greg stared after him, wondering what was so funny. He shrugged and scratched at his face again. Damn, it was really itchy.

He pushed the swivel chair away from the table and got up, heading out of the lab. As he walked along the halls to the men's room, passerby's stared oddly at his face then began laughing. Curious now, Greg sped up. He pushed open the men's door and hurried inside to the mirrors. His jaw dropped open in horror at the image. A black french moustache decorated his upper lip. Badly drawn pink and lime green flowers covered his cheeks. Hearts and smiley faces in many different bright colors coated his neck and chin and forehead. But on his right temple was the unmistakable signature of none other than Nicholas Stokes.

"NICKY!" Greg shouted. He sped out of the restroom and headed for the break room. He busted through the door, making everybody jump. Catherine's eyes, along with Sara's, widened at the sight of Greg's face. Warrick spluttered out coffee as he began laughing. Grissom simply shook his head and with a pat on Greg's shoulder left the room. "Where's Nick?" he huffed.

"Greggo, what happened?" Warrick managed before he busted out into more laughter.

About that time the door opened and Nick walked in. He saw Greg and instantly started to back out the door. Greg spun around and spotted him before he could make it out the door.

"You." Greg hissed and advanced on Nick.

"Now, Greg. Let's be rational about this." Nick put his hands up in defence as he found himself out in the hallway with Greg advancing on him faster. Greg let out a yell and Nick jumped. He spun around and started running down the hall. "No need to be violent." He got out before a pen bounced off his shoudler. Greg caught up to him and jumped on his back. By now, everyone was staring at them and laughing.

"Get 'em Greg!" Catherine shouted.

"Hey!" Nick shouted back and tried to turn around, but Greg wasn't as scrawny as he seemed. Greg latched his legs around Nick's waist, his arms around Nick's shoulders. Nick grabbed Greg's hands and tried to pry him off, but it just wasn't working. "Greggo, it was just a little fun."

"Dude, you gave me a mustache! And flowers, FLOWERS! You could've at least drawn clowns or something. But FLOWERS?! Nick!" Greg slapped Nick's head and Nick grimaced.

"Sorry?"

"Sorry my ass! FLOWERS!! FLOWERS, Nicky. I'm marked with flowers!" Greg slid off of Nick's back and onto the floor, where he sprawled out and sighed dramatically. "Flowers. I'm scarred for life." Nick turned around cautiously and watched Greg on the floor. He kepy mumbling about being marked with flowers.

Nick snorted and keeled over with laughter. The rest of the graveyard shift laughed, too, some of them laughing even harder than before. "Come on, let's go find some alcohol to get this off with." Nick stuck his hand out for Greg.

"Wait, this is permanent marker?" Uh oh. Nick pulled his hand back and backed up. Greg hopped up on his feet and glared. "Permanent? Oh this better come off, Nicholas Stokes, or you'll suffer the wrath of Greg Sanders!" Greg lunged for Nick and Nick ran to the men's room. Greg cornered him in one of the stalls, a glare on his face. But then it turned into laughter and Nick sighed. Greg pinned Nick against he wall suddenely and kissed him. "This better come off tonight. Otherwise you're not gettin' any lovin'." Greg pointed a warning finger at him before leaving the stall. Nick rolled his eyes and followed him, grateful that Greg didn't kill him.