Title: I'm
Gonna Kill Ecklie!
Rating: T
Summary: How will the team react
when they find out where Ecklie has chosen them to go…?
Disclaimer:
CSI's characters do not belong to me…which is sad.
Hey people! This is sorta CSI meets my school camp!!! Hope you love it!!!
"GIL!" Catherine Willows walks through the hall of the CSI Crime Lab following Gil Grissom through the lab.
"Yes dear?" Gil says in his usual sarcastic way as he tries to run away from her.
"I just find this on my desk," she lifts up a piece of paper.
"What did you find?"
"Oh…don't play coy with me Mister," they walk into the break room.
Greg looks up from his magazine from where he, Warrick, Nick and Sara are sitting, "What have you done Boss Man?"
Grissom looks at Greg, "I haven't done anything."
Greg looks at him and smiles, pointing a finger at him, "Are completely sure about that… 'Mister?"
"Dude…don't do that. It doesn't suit you," Warrick says not even looking up from the newspaper he's reading.
"Thank you Warrick," says Grissom.
"So…are we gonna get our assignments?" Sara says, looking at Grissom and Catherine.
"Right…um, Sara you and Nick have got—"
"Tell them." Catherine says sternly.
"Tell us what?" asks Nick.
"Yeah…tell them what?" Grissom asks her, smiling in his usual cheesy way.
"Oh you know damn well Gil. You were the one that signed up for the stupid thing!"
"Hey, hey, hey," Greg says as he stands up and stands between the two of them, putting his arms around them. "I don't want to see you guys fighting. It makes me all empty and I feel like I wanna throw up. It's like thinking Grissom and Sara would ever get together… eww!"
Sara huffs from her seat and holds her arms, turning her head away from them. Nick grins from ear to ear and Warrick…carries on reading his newspaper.
"Gil, will you please just tell them!"
"Okay, okay," he pries Greg's arm off him and turns to look at the rest of his team. "Guys…Ecklie thought that it would be a good idea if we went on a paid vacation sorta thing. Sort of like a team building exercise for a week."
"Tell them the whole story Gil," Catherine says, Greg's arm still around her shoulder.
Gil turns to her, "I was getting to that," he turns back to look at the rest of his team, "We've been selected to go for a week to Mount Hood, Oregon," he looks at all of them and grins. "So…guys what you think?"
Warrick drops his beloved newspaper, Nick drops his sandwich, Sara stares at Grissom (not as it's anything new) and Greg…passes out.
Catherine looks at Grissom, "I think they're taking it well."
---
It's the day the team is leaving for their week-long trip to Mount Hood.
Warrick and Nick pile in the last bag, "Catherine…what the hell have you got in there?" Warrick says in-between grunts.
Catherine looks at him, "Just some essentials…you know my hairbrush, lip gloss, slippers…"
Sara walks up to her, "You brought slippers…?"
"Yeah."
"To go camping?"
"Well…a girl's gotta be comfortable."
---
They are all driving on the road; Catherine is trying to find a radio station that they can hear. "What's the point of having a radio in your car if…" she turns off the radio, "there's no damn reception?
"I don't know," Grissom says sighing. They drive over something and the car bumps up.
"What the hell was that!" screams Sara.
"I have no idea," Catherine kneels on the seat and she taps Grissom on the arm. "Stop the car Gil."
"What?!" he starts pulling over.
"Just pull over the damn car!" she snaps and gets out of the car.
"What are you doing?" says Nick.
"I'm gonna go see what it was," Catherine says, getting out of the car.
"Are you completely insane?!" says Sara, also getting out. They run into the middle of the road to where they ran over the something. "Aww…
"Gil you ran over a…something," she screams to Gil who is sitting inside the car. They both bend down and look at the road kill.
"No he didn't, someone before we did.
"Yep. Possum. Dead." Catherine says, identifying the road kill.
---
Catherine looks at Grissom, they have been driving for about four hours non-stop, "You want me to take over?"
"Nah, I'm okay," he looks at her and smiles, "thanks."
"I'm so hungry. I need food. I'm so hungry I'm gonna die!" screams Greg for the back.
"Hey Griss can we stop?" asks Warrick from the back of the mini bus.
"No."
"Oh come on Gil please…just for fifteen minutes," pleads Catherine she looks at him and gives him the cutesy pleading look—her hands folded like she's praying.
"Alright. Just fifteen minutes okay? The next gas station that comes…" they all spot the gas station in the distance, "up."
"Oh goody…they've got a McDonalds!" says Catherine
"THANK GOD!!" screams Greg as he falls off the seat. "Did I mention I'm really, really hungry?" he says still on the floor.
"Yeah…you mention it…" says Sara as she looks out of the window.
---
Sara, Greg and Catherine are standing in the queue in McDonalds while Warrick, Nick and Grissom were getting the gas for the mini bus.
They walk up to the counter where a bored looking pimply teenage boy is standing, "Hi guys welcome to McDonalds."
"Hey…I'm gonna need a…Quarter Pounder, a Coke and Diet Dr Pepper, a Big Mac, a Coffee, a Double Quarter Pounder, a…um, Mountain Dew," she looks at Greg. "What you want?"
"Um…" Greg stares at the menu. "So much to choose from."
"Greg! You've been complaining about how hungry you are…surely you thought about what you're gonna have," says Sara.
"Okay, okay, I'll have a Bacon Double Cheeseburger and a Fanta Strawberry…please."
"And I'll have the Veggie Burger and a Sprite…thanks."
---
They are back on the road and are almost there; everyone by this time was tired and already sick with each other. Greg is lying on the chair moaning, "I feel so sick!"
Catherine's eyes droop close, "Well if you just ate your food and not everyone else's you wouldn't feel sick."
"Grissom…are we almost there," asked Warrick.
"Um…yeah," Grissom sighs.
"Gil, are you sure you don't want be to drive this thing the rest of the way there?"
"It's find thanks Cath. Besides…we're here."
Everyone sits up, except Greg who is still lying down, groaning.
"It's…a whole lot of nothing," Catherine says quietly.
"Not necessarily."
"Then what would you call it Gil?!"
"It's nature."
Everyone goes quiet.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Greg sits up like he just got pricked in the butt and runs out of the car. Warrick, Nick and Sara follow him out.
Catherine and Gil look at each other, "It's gonna be a long week," remarks Grissom.
Catherine pats him on the shoulder and gets out of the car.
