Summary: Catherine, Grissom Sara & Greg have decided to go on a road trip in the summer to get away from the death and darkness of the Crime Lab. The dream trip they thought would happen turned into a nightmare on wheels bringing them to hell and back, over and over again. Will the newlyweds and recently engaged be bale to handle what's in store for them OR will divorce and break-ups be in order?
Author Note: I don't own the characters I just write about them occasionally.
** This is a story that has gone through a major redo, will probably be re-posted when finished and each chapter will be separated, it is quite obvious this was one of my first posts on here so many moons ago...man how time flies! **
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Livin' Like Pigs
- Chapter Two -
Catherine could vaguely remember what time it was when she was able to find a rest area off the I-15 that she pulled into and parked the Tahoe, claiming that as their final destination that evening. It was at least two in the morning before she parked the Tahoe as she reclined her seat a bit and drifted off to sleep once again. Gil had passed out no more then ten minutes after she took over the wheel and the young engaged couple were cuddled within each others arms snoring away not much longer. The sun light was once again sweltering on the metal box as Catherine stirred awake. Gil was just awakening too as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked in the review mirror at the mess in the back seat. it appeared that Greg had fallen off the back seat and sprawled long the floor with his arm up on the bench close to Sara's head. Sara on the other hand took up the whole bench curled up in a ball on her side her curled up feet hovering over her fiancee. Catherine smiled and turned the key in the truck to check the time, but forgot that she ad left the radio on when she finally did find a place to rest. The song 'Spin Spin Sugar' by the Sneaker Pimps awoken the sleepy Greg as he lifted his head which collided with the back of Catherine's seat since she still had it reclined.
"Ouch!" Catherine yelped as a piercing pain shot through her. Greg's hand collided with Sara's face as she yelped opening her eyes.
"What the hell Greg!" Sara spat, feeling a bruise beginning to form under her left eye. She sat up and ran her fingers through her matted hair like a comb getting them tangled in the knots.
"Sorry Sara but, you were hogging the whole back seat, I had no choice but to lay down here." Greg replied squirming out from under Catherine's seat and sitting up having a serious case of bed head. "Sorry for hitting you Cath."
"It's okay Greg, I think you got rid of my cramp in my lower back from sleeping in this seat in uncomfortable positions." Catherine said as Gil smirked, craning his neck as it cracked in three places.
Sara scowled at Greg as she sat up giving her fiancee room to join her on the bench seat. She dabbed her fingers under her left eye feeling how tender it had gone from Greg's fist a moment ago, she was for sure going to have a nice black eye by the time they got back to Vegas at the end of the weekend. Greg wiped the sleep out of his red rimmed eyes and tried to smooth out his blonde mop of hair while Catherine readjusted her seat, rolling her shoulders to get the kinks out.
"Is everyone hungry?" Catherine said in a motherly tone, one usually only reserved for her young daughter Lindsey.
"Yes Mother," Sara and Greg replied in unison. They looked at each other and Sara smiled, giving Greg a kiss on the cheek, everything seemed to have been forgiven.
"Well, lets get these children some food then." Gil replied as he slipped on his sunglasses and smiled at Catherine.
"With pleasure," Catherine replied, shifting the car into drive and heading back out onto the I-15 in the blistering heat once more.
About an hour later and in definite need of water once more Catherine pulled the Tahoe into the parking lot of a Denny's restaurant. Everyone clambered out of the small SUV and without a word they headed to the front door to the restaurant their stomachs calling out for food and their mouths begging for water. got out of the Tahoe and headed into the restaurant. The young, blonde and bubbly hostess looked at the four adults who were wrinkled clothes, looked tired and extremely sweater as if they had just materialized out of the desert across the street. She sat them at a round table with a wrap around red leather booth in the back, away from most of the other patrons which none of them objected too. Both Greg and Sara excused themselves to use the washrooms, leaving Catherine and Gil alone to guard the table and four brimming glasses of water that looked overly inviting.
When the young couple was out of ear shot Gil turned to Catherine and squeezed her hand, "So...will I still get my surprise?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
Catherine grinned, "Down lover boy, you have to patient. First we need to find a hotel room, I don't believe Greg and Sara would appreciate a show in trunk of their Tahoe"
Gil smirked, "Well Greg would I'm sure but Sara, yeah she would certainly disprove."
"We could always ask if she would like to join in?" Catherine watched her husbands eyes go large and his mouth drop open. "I was just kidding Gil, she would never go for it." She said kissing him on the cheek before downing some more of her cold, thirst quenching water.
"What are you two laughing about?" Greg asked as he slid into the booth, dragging Sara behind him as she had a large smile on her lips and her cheeks were as red as the leather they were all sitting on.
"Nothing" they replied in unison as Catherine smirked, pointing at the fresh hickey that was on Greg's neck. "Greg did you enjoy exploring the women's washroom with Sara. I'm sure she showed you everything." She snickered as Greg's eyes went wide in wonderment to how on earth she knew they were getting frisky in the bathroom.
"That obvious huh?" Sara said covering her eyes with her hands, ashamed.
"Oh yes, if the blush on your cheeks didn't give it away the fresh hickey on Greg's neck sure did."
Gil examined the young man and stifled a laugh at the large red mark on his neck. Greg turned up the collar on his shirt trying to mask it but the damage was already done. Sara refused to look any one in the eye as she pulled up her menu and covered her face, trying to focus on the food instead of how embarrassing this whole situation had just become. It was bad enough that she was with colleagues, but both her bosses, that just pushed it over the edge.
Thankfully their waitress named Debbie who was another bubbly blonde cookie-cutter shaped model of a waitress showed up with a smile on her ruby red lips and took their orders. Catherine caught both Greg and Gil starring at the attractive, yet very unintelligent blonde before them and even as she walked away, her skirt swaying on her hips with every step she took. Catherine snorted knowing the woman was doing it on purpose since it was obvious she had both men at her last table salivating over her.
"Gil, I know you like blondes, but I had no idea you wanted someone, younger." Catherine said hoping her husband caught on fast and would avert his eyes away from Debbie's ass and instead to his wife's eyes.
Gil cleared his throat, snapping his head back to Catherine and smiled, "You are more than young enough for me Cat." he replied and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hey! What was that for!" Greg said rubbing the back of his head in which Sara had just swatted it with her palm.
"A hickey will be the least of your worries if your eyes glaze over once again around her." Sara threatened.
"Looks like all is not forgiven with the young wife to be." Catherine mumbled as Gil laughed.
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After their very interesting and filling breakfast Catherine decided to take a break from driving and Sara offered to take the wheel once more. Catherine called shot gun as the two guys took up the back seat and Sara blared the radio not really paying attention to how full they were on the gas meter or know exactly how long it was going to be until they were going to be in another town that would have a gas station. The men listened intently as Catherine and Sara began singing to the song that was blaring through the radio, both of them seeming like they were in higher more relaxed states following that eventful breakfast at Denny's of all places.
When the song ended Sara and Catherine high-fives at their singing skills while Sara was barreling down the I-15 once more, hoping that eventually they would be able to hit civilization enough that would have a hotel or motel that they could spend the night in before heading back to Vegas tomorrow bright and early.
"You girls are good" Greg stated as Sara looked at her fiancee through the review mirror and scowled.
"You know, buttering me up after punching me in the face by saying I can sing isn't going to cut it Greggo." Sara replied and averted her eyes back to the road.
"Wow, someone is in the dog house." Gil muttered.
Catherine was about to respond with a clever retort when she could feel the SUV slowing down and a loud beeping noise was coming from the dash. Catherine leaned over as Sara gently coasted off the side of the road.
"Oh crap," Sara muttered as she looked at Catherine whose lips were in a hard pressed line the anger in her eyes was hidden behind the dark lenses to her sunglasses.
"What's the matter?" Gil asked, "Why are we stopping?"
"We're out of gas" Catherine gritted between her clenched teeth.
"WHAT!" Greg yelled throwing his hands up in the air. " Isn't this just peachy, we're like in the middle of nowhere how are we suppose to get any gas!" Greg continued to rant as he got out of the Tahoe, slamming his door shut.
Sara jumped in her seat as she turned off the engine and rested her head against the steering wheel not believing how stupid she could have been to forget to fill the gas tank when they stopped for breakfast. She was too concentrated on how embarrassed she was around her bosses for them finding out what her and Greg were up to in the bathroom, and the bodacious blonde Debbie that all reasoning had left her. Now, they were stuck on the side of the highway in the sweltering heat with no gas, hardly any water and barely any food.
"Greg calm down. Try our cell phones maybe they will work so we can call for help." Grissom suggested as he also got out of the Tahoe as a transport went screaming past, blowing up dust in their faces.
They all pulled out their cell phones as Catherine and Sara joined the men at the side of the Tahoe and waited to see if they would have any bars for service. On all their screens came the two words they were afraid they would see; 'NO SERVICE'.
"Great! Just freaking great!" Catherine yelled throwing her cell phone on the ground and stomping off into the desert kicking up sand as she went.
"Maybe someone will stop and give us some help?" Sara stated sheepishly as the guys turned and looked at her. They had all worked cases where they knew the usual end.
Greg walked over to Sara and put an arm around her shoulder knowing she felt horrible for all of this, "Why don't you go and find Cath, I'll try and get us some help." Greg said to Gil as he nodded and went off to fetch his wife.
T.B.C
