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A/N: This drabble was requested by Cur on my LJ.
Four murders in one week, all by the hand of the same killer. Gil wasn’t handling it well, the murders seemed to be personal, intended to distract the man from his usual diligence at the crime scene and succeeding. Nick had watched as it crawled deeper under his supervisor’s skin.
He needed to help Griss regain his focus, that was what he did and he knew what always worked too. “Sir, I have something I need your help with.”
Gil looked up at him, followed his beckon, bemused as he was led into an empty alley. Nick dropped his pants.