I don't own them... /tears/ It's sad - so sad - it's a sad sad situation:(
"Firewood... Ok..." Sara wandered around the so called forest. "What's the difference between firewood and regular wood? I guess none and if I don't know, Catherine won't know either."
The CSI was walking with no particular destination and occasionally she would grab a stick or two. She was so lost in thoughts that she didn't realize she was been followed.
Grissom was very grateful Catherine sent him to look for Sara instead of Greg. He was supposed to bring her back but she was so distracted that he couldn't approach he just watched and she would start humming from time to time.
The sun was finally setting when she decided to go back to the campsite. Turning around she faced Gil Grissom himself right behind her. He must have been distracted because when she screamed he gasped.
"GEEZ, Grissom! You almost killed me!!"
"Sorry… I didn't mean to." Sara's expression changes immediately when he lowered his head like a 5 year old who has been scolded by his mother.
"That's ok. Just help me with this 'firewood'" when she screamed she dropped all the sticks she had collected "Why are you here anyway?"
"Cath sent me." He squatted next to her "She said you're late"
Sara snorted "As if! She didn't establish a deadline sooo I'm not late."
Both laughed. Oh… He loved her laughter.
They stood up and started to walk (very slowly) and in an awkward silence. Sara was mentally kicking herself for staying quiet.
"Griss…"
"Yes?"
"About what happened in the minivan today… I'm so sorry! It was just…"
"It's ok, honey. It's not every day it's raining beautiful girls." He gave a shy smile. She blushed wildly.
"Thanks" Her voice just above a whisper. He smiled again.
"Cat…"
"Don't call me 'Cat'"
"Cath…"
"Yes?"
"Where's Sara?"
"With Grissom."
"And where's Grissom?"
"How am I supposed to know? Somewhere!"
The young CSI pouted. "Dudeee…"
"Nick! I'm telling you, man! This thing here goes there not here!"
"War! It goes here! Look at the manual! This goes here and this goes there!"
"Nicky, pal… You're holding the damn manual upside down!
"Crap! My bad…"
"Yeah! Your bad! Now let me have it!"
It was getting dark and Sara was getting worried.
"Griss?" Are you sure this is the right way?"
"Positive"
"How? The stars? The trees?"
"Nop…" He chuckled.
"Then how?"
"Can't you hear Greg singing?"
Now that he said it she could her it and it was obvious that the boy couldn't sing very well. She laughed a little and minutes later they arrived at the campsite.
"It was about time!" Catherine joked "Where's the firewood?"
"It's here, mom."
"Call me 'mom' again, Sidle, and fell my wrath!" Sara giggled.
The moon was high in the sky. The fire was almost gone and Greg was already tipsy.
"Yo people!" Called a very dizzy Greg "Let's play truth or dare!?!"
"Nop!"
"Said the party killer!" With that the younger CSI sat down and fell asleep. After a few seconds of silence the crew realizes how drunk the poor boy was.
The CSI minus Greg talked for another hour until Nick stood up.
"I've got an idea! Just a sec." A couple of minutes later he came back with a guitar.
"Nicky… I didn't know you had a guitar" Cath laughed.
"Well… now we can start the luau."
"True"
As Nick played the crew sang along. From time to time someone would suggest a song and they would sing it. They ended another one but Grissom was a little quiet.
"Nick, can I play something?"
"You can play the guitar?" Sara was charmed
"My dad taught me when I was little. He always liked it."
Everyone stared at him as he ran his fingers through the strings easily. No one seemed to know the lyrics to that song. He explained it was an old song, one of his favorites. He sang with a very soft voice. They didn't know he could sing either.
Baby, I'm-a want you
Baby, I'm-a need you
You're the only one I care enough to hurt about
Maybe I'm-a crazy
But I just can't live without...
Your lovin and affection
Givin me direction
Like a guiding light to help me through a darkest hour
Lately I'm a-prayin
That you'll always be a-stayin beside me
Used to be my life was just emotions passing by
Feeling all the while and never really knowing why...
Lately I'm a-prayin
That you'll always be a-stayin beside me.
Used to be my life was just emotions passing by
Then you came along and made me laugh
And made me cry...
You taught me why...
Baby, I'm-a want you
Baby, I'm-a need you
Oh, it took so long to find you, baby
Baby, I'm-a want you
Baby, I'm-a need you
No one found words to describe what they just saw. Gil Grissom singing a love song with emotion. Catherine was the first one to break the silence.
"It's beautiful, Gil…"
"It's no big deal, Catherine" He didn't raise his head "I don't how about you, guys, but I'm very tired. Good night." With that he was inside his tent leaving the entire crew minus Greg to collect their jaws from the ground.
It was really late when the CSI went to sleep but Sara couldn't.
"Good night, girl" Cath was the last one to go.
Sara lay down on the ground to watch the stars. They made all the problems seem small and simple.
"I don't get him… I really don't…" She sighed.
TBC
A/N: Did you like this chapter???? Let me know! R&R please! The music Grissom played is 'Baby I'm-a want you' by BREAD. Listen to it if you can. Very nice.