five word prompts: “quiet. they can hear us.”
[went with nick/greg for this one 😏]
“Quiet, they can hear us.”
“It’s hard to be quiet while your ass is my face.”
"Well, this was your idea!”
“Yeah, and what else are we supposed to do?”
“I don’t know, but this is a rather compromising position.”
“Look, I know you’re scared--”
“I’m not scared, mm-mm--”
“--but it’s kinda too late to have second thoughts now, isn’t it?”
“I guess. But did you really hafta do this?”
“It doesn’t look that bad, and I’ll fix it, I promise.”
“This ain’t gonna be an easy fix.”
“Sure it is! I have something in my car--”
“Which we won’t be able to get to if you can’t find your key.”
“We find things for a living...Wait! I see it!”
“Underneath, right...there...”
“Shit, someone’s coming!”
Nick holds his hands out, palms pushing against the door while he yelps as Greg’s head comes in contact with the one that hangs between his eagle spread legs.
“Is...everything okay in there?”
The door opens and both men freeze just as Greg reaches and finds his key.
Sara cups her hand to her mouth and shuts the door immediately, staggering backwards not knowing whether to laugh or scream.
“Everything alright?” Warrick asks as he saunters towards her with raised eyebrows, his gaze falling onto the door.
“I, uhm, I would give them a couple minutes,” Sara says into her fingers.
Sara extends her other hand to stop him, but Warrick’s hand is already twisting the knob as he opens the door to expose Nick and Greg tangled up in each other, Nick’s standing up with his legs spread, pressing down on Greg’s back and looking up at Warrick like a deer caught in headlights with hair sticking up in all directions.
One arm immediately flings up to cover his chest, but Warrick saw the two ripped holes in his shirt, and while the sight is nothing new to Warrick it’s the context of how it may have happened, as Greg is on all fours underneath Nick, his pants off and when he backs himself up, Nick tries to flatten the two love handles made of his gelled hair while Greg breaks the gaping silence between all four criminalists.
“Found my key,” Greg clears his throat, and starts to walk out of the room.
“Laundry day,” Nick clears his, and quickly follows after Greg with folded arms.