They pulled up to the ranger's booth on the road at what was called Fall Creek. Of course, Mycroft didn't recognize the place, but Greg's eyes lit up and he grinned at coming back to his old haunt. The man behind the counter was on the phone, and they patiently waited for him to finish. The man began to argue with whoever was on the phone in hushed tones and Mycroft leaned over to whisper in Greg's ear.

"He's arguing with his supervisor. There was a fire on the other end of the campgrounds, and he thinks it was a cigarette butt, while his supervisor thinks it was a campfire that wasn't put out. It's not really a big issue, so there must be something else fueling the argument."

The man hung up the phone with a slam, composed himself, and turned toward the two men.

"Now, what can I do for you?" He asked with a polite smile.

Before Greg could ask where to park, Mycroft interrupted.

"Where are your showers?"

"We don't have any here sir. There is a motel down the road a few miles back, they have showers."

"Oh no you don't." Greg tutted. "No showers Mycroft, that's part of camping."

Ignoring the look of horror on the younger man's face, he turned back to the waiting ranger.

"Where do I park for spot two-forty-five?"

"Up a ways, there's a fork, take the left and you'll come to a lot. Your spot is marked on a sign, so just follow the trail and you'll get there." He said, looking at Mycroft warily, for he was still fuming.

Greg thanked him and drove off, following the man's instructions. The sun was shining, and he had to squint to see where he was going. Weaving his way through the parking lot, he found the parking space and stopped the car.

"At least I packed deodorant." Mycroft pouted.

"You'll be fine Myc." He parked the car and got out. "Stop sulking, you smell fine. Come and help me with the gear."

Mycroft soon realized that the clothes he was wearing were not suited to the work he was finding himself doing. Although he was not in his usual suit, he was still wearing a button up shirt and vest, with black dress pants. Really, he had no more appropriate clothing than that. Seeing his obvious discomfort, Greg sighed.

"Since this is a two-man job and I can't carry it all, take these." After digging in his duffel bag he threw an undershirt and jeans at Mycroft.

The older Holmes brother stammered and his cheeks gained a pink tinge.

"I can't wear your clothes Gregory. Don't you need them?"

"Packed extras, don't worry. Now go and change and come help me."

Mycroft looked around for a place to change, but all he saw were trees. Frowning, he realized that since the tent was not set up, the only thing with a roof and walls was the car. Resigning himself to new experiences, he trudged over to the car door and opened it, climbing inside and completely missing Greg's wide smirk.

The older man cracked open a beer as he waited for Mycroft to change, leaning against the car. He started to move as furious rocking shifted the car, and he turned around with an amused smile. Mycroft was having trouble with his jeans, and with his legs in the air, he hit his head against the inside of the door and cussed. Finally getting clothed and climbing out of the old car, Greg had to admit, he looked attractive.

Stomping over to Greg, he opened the cooler and pulled a can of lemonade out. Too flustered to care about drinking from a can, he chugged the cool liquid.

"Easy, you haven't even moved any heavy stuff yet, Myc." Greg smiled.

Mycroft wiped his mouth with a glare, and set about moving the heavy items to the ground. Drinking his beer, Greg found his eyes drawn to the the younger man's arms, you'd never know it under those suits but Mycroft had some decent muscle. Pale, milky skin that looked like the sun had never seen it, dotted with freckles that rippled with every time Mycroft flexed his arms to lift something. Mycroft stopped and stared at him.

"So, you get me into your pants so I can help, and then you choose to stand there?" Mycroft indignantly stated.

The tips of Greg' ears turned pink at his choice of words, and he threw the empty beer can away and rushed to help unload. Once they had gotten everything out, they loaded it onto their backs and began down the trail. Mycroft was muttering at everything he saw that was to his disliking, and Greg made sure that no blackberry vines would scratch him. Upon reaching the campsite, they dropped their gear in relief, for the trail had unexpectedly been quite long. Even Mycroft had to admit, the view was great. They had a perfect place for the tent, a fire pit, lots of trees, and a breath-taking view of the lake. It was sunny out, and the light sparkled off the waves, and you could hear birds and animals chattering away. Gregory looked completely at peace, and Mycroft considered that he might enjoy this after all.