Boats

A/N- I don't know a lot about boats, so forgive me. I do not own CSI. Seriously, I don't. Okay, I've realized that I have a problem with finishing and or adding on to chapter stories, so I've decided to have at least a few chapters before starting a chapter fic.

This is a little thing to kick off the summer, even if its not that little, and the chapters are kinda short.

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"Okay, before anyone says anything, there is no work, it is paid for by the lab, and it will really make Ecklie upset," Grissom said to the chorus of moans that followed the news of a boat trip for a weekend.

This stopped the faces, and everyone had to give in, because hey, who didn't like to piss off Ecklie?

That was how they all ended up at a dock at Lake Mead, loading their bags onto a boat. Before anyone else could say anything, Warrick and Catherine grabbed the bed that was under the stairs. Nick and Greg then grabbed the seats, which Nick knew turned into a bed once you lowered the table.

Sara stepped below deck with her bag, Grissom behind her.

"Whoa, wait a minute, where are we going to sleep?"

Greg scooted over on the seat, patting next to him, "There's room with Nick and I here for you, Sara."

Sara rolled her eyes, turning to head back above deck. Nick called to her, "You know, the table up there turns into a bed too!"

Sara raised a hand, gently stepping around Grissom, who then followed her. As soon as everyone had gotten above deck, Grissom had to get going.

"Okay, first of all, Cath, did you bring the food?"

"Yes."

"Nick, you have a boating license, right?"

"Yes, boss."

Greg spoke up, "I've got the booze, Warrick's got the muze, what else do we need, let's get going!"

That elicited a group of 'Hell Yeah'. So, before they knew it, they were crashing on the water out to a remote location.

Sara and Grissom were sitting at the table, Nick was driving with Greg next to him, trying to touch everything, and Catherine and Warrick were in the front of the boat. Neither Sara nor Grissom looked as if they were having the best time. Sara was holding on to the seat and table with a death grip, so Grissom leaned over.

"Sara? Are you okay?"

Sara stared at him, looking a little pale. She shook her head, and then raced downstairs. Nick saw this and slowed a little, but they were still going pretty fast.

Grissom made his way down the three stairs, and manuvered around the small space to get around the door which was still open.

"Sara?"

She held out a hand behind her, telling him to stop, and then moved her face away from the open toilet.

"I'm fine," She breathed, before leaning over and dry heaving.

"I'll get you some water." Grissom turned around to the mini fridge and took out a water bottle. Stepping into the little bathroom, he lightly rubbed her back. She stood up and took the water from him.

They hit a particularly big wave, and Sara spilled half the bottle onto him. She swallowed the water in her mouth with wide eyes as Grissom held out his hands and looked at his now-soaked shirt.

It was only when he looked up at her with one eyebrow quirked and a small smile that she started to laugh.

"Mrs.Grissom, I hope that you didn't do that on purpose."

She still giggled and shook her head.

He turned around slowly, proclaiming, "I'm going to change my shirt."

Taking one step forward, he reached over to his bag, pulling out a fresh shirt. Once it was off, he felt a warm kiss fall on his spine. Turning around quickly, he found Sara with a smile on her lips. Glancing over her shoulder, he saw that the bathroom door was still open, blocking all veiw to below the deck.

Quickly, he leaned over and gave Sara a small kiss.

She smiled wrily and headed back above deck after closing the bathroom door.