"So our vic is one Mr Richard William Johnson..." Nick frowned at Greg, who appeared to be trying, unsuccessfully, not to giggle. "What's so funny, G?"
     Greg snorted. "Richard William Johnson. Or, Dick Willy Johnson to his friends."
     Nick's blank expression didn't change. Greg grinned.
     "Aw, c'mon man! Dick Willy Johnson?"
     "I don't get it..."
     Grissom quirked an eyebrow. "I believe what Greg is trying to imply, with, I might add, typical schoolboy humour, is that all three of the victim's names devolve to slang expressions for the penis."
     Nick frowned, then nodded tentatively. "Yeah, OK, I get Dick and Johnson, but Willy?"
     Grissom sighed mentally. Nick could be so naïve... "Used in the UK."
     Nick considered this for a moment, then said, slowly, "So, when Free Willy hit the theatres over there..."
     Greg almost choked on a splutter. "Yeah!"
     "Oh." Nick grinned. "Bet that raised a few eyebrows."
     "Along with other parts of the body..."
     "Boys, could we get back to the case, please?" Grissom peered over his glasses. "Mr Johnson was a prominent member of..." He frowned as Greg doubled over, holding his stomach and trying desperately not to guffaw.
     "P... prominent Johnson!" he spluttered, almost unintelligibly. Grissom sighed with exaggerated patience.
     "Focus, Greg."
     "S.... sorry..." Greg raised his head – then caught sight of Nick, standing behind Grissom with what the chemist would be prepared to swear had to be the most evil grin ever seen. And dimples. And wickedly glittering eyes. And his hands framing his - rather nicely - bulging groin. And Greg collapsed into helpless paroxysms of laughter, tears beading his eyelashes as he nearly choked on hysteria and lust.
     Grissom glowered for a moment, then obviously deciding Greg was worse than useless in this state turned on his heel and left the DNA lab, gesturing for Nick to follow him. At the door he glared back over his shoulder at the younger man.
     "Come and join us when you've recovered."
     And Nick leaned close to Greg, close enough to kiss, breath tickling his ear, and murmured, "Heh, heh, he said 'come'..."
     Smirking, the CSI followed Grissom from the lab as Greg, holding his aching stomach, fought to get himself back under control and consider this hitherto unexpected naughty side to young Mr Stokes...