Title: Sherlock Drabble
By: Serenity
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: My first ever attempt at writing *anything* response to a challenge by Sillie. Set during Who Shot Sherlock?

"I knew it. I so knew it!" Greg slammed the door of his locker in frustration. Nick looked up as he entered the room, startled by the sudden noise. "Woah man, what's the problem?" Greg ran his hand through his impossibly spikey hair and sighed. "I screwed up my final proficiancy. Grissom was just in here reviewing the evidence and I messed up. I should have known I wasn't cut out for this. Maybe I am meant to be back in the lab" Nick put a warm hand on his shoulder and sqeezed gently. "Hey" he said softly "You don't mean that. Do you want me to talk to Grissom for you?" He could feel the tension in Greg's neck, so he began to kneed the tight muscles. As Greg looked up at him, his face relaxed into a smile. He removed Nicks hand, and brought it to his lips. "Thank you Nick" he said softly. "But this isn't something you can make better. I need to do this on my own."