A/N: Can anyone say "Death by Law Questions"? Cause yeah, law has WAY too much homework. I will continue babbling at the end of this chapter.
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Sara groaned as she awoke. There was an insistent knocking at her door.
"Sara! C'mon, get up, it's time for breakfast!" Paulette's voice called through the door. Sara rolled her eyes, sighing and pulled the pillow up and over her head. She was still tired, not to mention slightly embarrassed about having the others finding her with Greg on the couch. Before she even realized it, there was another knock, this one softer than before.
"Sara? You up yet?" Catherine asked, opening the bedroom door and walking into the room and over to the bed.
"Do I have to get up?" Sara inquired.
"Well, breakfast is going to be ready in a couple minutes and we do have another fun activity to do after we eat. But besides all that, what's up with you and Greg? You two looked pretty comfortable together on that couch," Cath pestered, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Sara groaned again, using the blankets to cover her head this time.
"There's nothing up with Greg and me Cath. He's my best friend and that's it." Sara said not meeting Catharine's eyes.
"Sara! Come on, there has to be!" Catherine urged.
"Catherine, I'm being honest, there's nothing but friendship between he and I," Sara yawned, rolling over so that her back was facing the strawberry-blonde. Catherine shook her head, getting up and leaving the room.
"Good morning Sunshine," Greg beamed, walking in through the patio door.
"Good morning Greg," Sara replied, sitting up.
"It's a beautiful day! C'mon, let's get up and ready for the activity! I think it probably involves boats because I saw Paulette with life-jackets earlier this morning," Greg babbled as Sara pulled herself out of bed and went off to find some clothes from her suitcase.
Without thinking she pulled off her pyjama top, replacing it with a tank top. Oddly enough, Greg was too busy going on about the day's activity to notice. She was about to change into shorts when it dawned on her that Greg was still in the room.
"Greg, I don't mean to be rude, but can you leave so I can get dressed? Please?" Sara asked.
"Oh! Sorry Sar, I'm gone, I'll see you in a couple minutes!" Greg called, throwing a smile at her before leaving the room the same way as he had come.
"There is definitely something wrong with me," Sara muttered, continuing to get dressed.
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Everyone was sitting at the table eating breakfast when Paulette came in carrying a large trunk
"What on earth is that for?" Catherine asked.
"Your activity today," Paulette smirked, putting down the trunk before leaning against the kitchen counter.
"So, what exactly is our activity today?" Nick queried.
"Well, as you probably guessed, it involves boats. Okay, the BASIC idea is Warrick, Nick and Greg are knights. Yes, knights. Catherine, Sara and Grissom, you're damsels in distress – sorry Gil, it just worked out that way. So, the knights are each given a set of clues and a amp. They have to row their boat across the lake, follow the clues, save their damsel, and then row back across the lake. First team back wins. Now, the pairs are Warrick and Catherine, Greg and Sara and Nick and Grissom. In this box are your costumes. You all have to wear them al all times during the activity. Understood?" Paulette explained.
"We're playing a messed up version on dress-up," Warrick moaned, his head dropping to the table.
"Could be worse man, you could be the one in Grissom's shoes," Nick whispered, causing Warrick to chuckle.
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"This is bloody-well stupid," Sara muttered as she sat on a wooden platform in a tree. Paulette had used a motor boat to bring Sara, Catherine and Grissom across the lake so that they could get into their designated spots. Sara fidgeted with the ling silk and chiffon dress she had been forced to wear. It was light green with silver trim, and, in Sara's opinion, too long and too hot. And if that wasn't bad enough, she had to wear a tiara and slipper-like shoes.
"Please let Greg be a fast rower and let him know how to read those clues," she groaned, closing her eyes.
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Catherine was swinging her feet over the side of the platform that she was sitting on, her long red princess dress fluttering around her feet. She actually liked this task so far; she just hoped it wouldn't take Warrick forever to find her.
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"I'm never coming on one of these trips ever again. Screw Ecklie," Grissom growled. He glared at the frilly pink dress he was wearing. One of these days he was just going to kill someone; preferable the person who had designed the costume. He pushed the tiara he had been forced to wear further back on his head. Oh yeah, someone was going to pay for this.
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"Greg! What the hell?! Where'd you learn to row like that?!" Nick demanded as he watched Greg row past him with simplicity. The youngest CSI was easily 800 meters ahead of both Nick and Warrick.
"My sisters used to row, they made me practise with them all the time," Greg called back.
"Are we ever going to figure that kid out?" Warrick asked.
"Not likely," Nick answered, trying to overtake Warrick but with no success.
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A/N: I'd like to apologize for how long this has taken. School is NOT FUN this year. That and a certain woman by the name of Michelle is NOT WRITING her chapter so I've had to try and space this out a tiny bit. EVERYONE YELL AT HER!
Also, SORRY about not touching New Outlooks since, like, forever ago but I promise I'll try and type it up this week if I don't get murdered by my teachers.
Thanks for reading and please review!
-Jules and Michelle (Who is going to yell at me for telling you all to yell at her)