Nick grimaced (though the face didn't like that one bit); he was trying not to think about who or what had his body.

"Do I want to know?" he asked, resting one elbow on his knee and cupping his chin in his hand. "Please tell me it's not Grissom or something." He remembered a distinct lack of clothing when he and Karen had fallen asleep the night before, and really, there were some things that Nick's boss just did not need to know.