Title: Camping Trip Rating: R Category: Drama, Angst, and Violence Pairing: G/T/S and C/J Summary: College life is so much fun, but not as much as a camping trip in the sticks. Second Part: Camping Trip, First Part: College Break. Disclaimers: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. Note: I enjoyed writing my other fic 'College Life' and I decided that it wouldn't hurt to write another story based at college, but this time different in many, hopefully funny ways. Enjoy.

I'm thinking about writing something for the future, you know, after college. They all move away from each other and many years later they all end up coming together, somehow. Gotta work on that bit. Trust me, it'll be great

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Chapter 1

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

Friday afternoon was hot and sunny. Nick, Greg and Jim were packing up Nick's truck while Albert, Brian and Grissom packed Sara's jeep. Catherine was talking to Conrad about something. The others couldn't hear, but he didn't look happy. Sara came out her house and chucked two bags into the back of her jeep and a few sleeping bags. Brian helped tie down the canopy while the others sat down on the grass to take a breather.

Catherine sat down next to Jim and sighed. "Conrad's not coming and Warrick's gone to see his parent's."

"Doesn't matter. Still plenty of people for a party." Nick said looking on the bright side. "Although." He grinned. "It's a shame I have to leave the itching powder behind."

Greg grabbed the packet from Nick's hand and stuffed it into his pocket. "Let's get going guys. "It's about an hours drive to the lake, so lets get moving."

Nick watched Sara climb into her jeep and buckle up. "Hey Grissom, why don't you go with Sara." He shrugged. "More room in the truck then and Sara won't be alone for the drive."

Before he could agree, Nick and the others piled in and onto the truck. Grissom walked over to the jeep and climbed in. Sara waited for him to buckle up and then followed Nick's truck. Twenty minutes into the journey and still no conversation between the two people in the jeep. Sara could see Greg watching her from the back of the truck. Greg waved and she waved back.

Sara flinched as the silence was broken and Grissom's voice seemed loud after the long quietness. "You, Greg and Nick seem very close."

Sara glanced at him for a brief second. "We are." Grissom looked at her for a few minutes, then looked away when she glanced at him again. "We've known each other a long time." Grissom nodded. "Just younger brother relationship." She explained, although she wasn't sure why she was telling him.

"It's nice to have friends like that." He said after a few minutes.

"It is." Concentrating on the road, she noticed the uncomfortable silence settle. She leaned over and turned the radio on. "What kind of music do you like?" She asked flicking through the channels.

"Anything. What music do you like?" He watched her turn the dial as she continued to drive.

Sara shrugged. "Anything, but I like the blues at the moment. You know, the blues brothers?"

Smiling at her he nodded. "Elwood and Jake Blues. Very funny film and great music."

Sara grinned and found a station playing some blues brother tunes. "I've seen it so many times, it's sad."

"Nope, I've seen it way over 20 times and that was before I bought the video." Grissom chuckled.

Just as Sara was going to speak, her cell phone rang. She reached for it, but it had slipped under her seat. "Damn!" Grissom watched as she tried to bend and angle her arm at the same time as keeping the car straight.

"I'll get it." Grissom offered. He leaned sideways and his hand grazed Sara's thigh as he gripped her seat. Sara looked down quickly as his hand touched her leg and quickly sucked in her breath. Leaning further as the cell slid further away. He pulled back and sighed. He took his seat belt off and moved to the edge of his seat. He looked at Sara and gave her a shy smile while she bit her lower lip. "I can get it, but." He motioned in front of her.

"Yep." She nodded and took one hand off the wheel to let him lean over her.

As he held her seat with his right hand, he blindly groped for the cell with his left. He closed his eyes as he tried to grab it, but missed it and breathed out. Sara swallowed hard and suddenly breathed in. His aftershave invaded her nose and sent her head into dizziness. Keeping her eyes fixed on the road, she could feel his side leaning over her legs, his breath on her face and his arm pressed against her side as he leaned further over.

"Got it." He said pulling himself back up.

Sara's eyes locked onto his as he looked up at her. She smiled hesitantly and took the cell. "Thanks." She said on a short gasp. Grissom ducked his head in embarrassment and sat back in his seat. Sara opened her cell and answered it. "Hello."

"Took you long enough." Nick's voice said concerned.

Sara looked at Grissom then back at the tuck in front. "Sorry. I packed my cell, had to dig for it." Grissom whipped his head in her direction at the lie and chuckled. Sara blushed and turned back to the caller.

"Oh really? Didn't look like it from Greg's point of view." Nick grinned into the phone.

"He needs glasses Nick and what does he think he saw?"

"Let's just say that Grissom seemed to get very oh I mean extremely close to you just as I rang." Sara could hear Greg snickering in the background and sighed.

"So?" She questioned.

"Nothing, just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I'm fine thanks." Sara hung up and waved at Greg who made his way to the back of the truck.

"Checking up on you?" Grissom asked bringing her attention back.

"You could say that." Sara's tone was light with amusement.

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FRIDAY EVENING

Arriving at the campsite in just under an hour, everyone started unloading their kit and started to put tents up. Brian and Nick went to find firewood, Catherine and Jim put their tent up, Albert help Sara with her tent while Greg help Grissom with Nick's and Brian's tent. The sleeping arrangements still hadn't been discussed, but it was some time before everyone would be crawling into their sacks.

After two hours, all the tents were up and in a large circle formation, surrounding the roaring fire that was now lighting up the darkening camp. Everyone was exhausted as they sat around the fire eating noodles with tomato sauce. Albert was talking to Grissom about body decomposition on one side of the fire. Greg, Nick and Brian were still stuffing their faces while Catherine and Jim snuggled up together by the fire. They were talking in whispered voices while Jim traced Catherine's hand with his finger.

Grissom looked up and noticed Sara was missing, he was about to say something when Nick picked up a plate of food and walked off towards her tent. He watched as Nick knelt down and seemed to talk to someone. After a few minutes he went into the tent. He didn't come out for over 10 minutes.

Chapter 2

"You ok Sara? I know you don't like camping, but I assure you you'll have fun." Nick handed her the plate and was satisfied with a real smile from her.

"I know it's going to be fun Nicky, it's just going to take time for me to feel comfortable." Sara stopped not sure how to continue.

Nick grinned and nodded. "You're not sure how to feel full time around him." Sara hesitantly nodded. "I'm sure he won't bite Sara."

Breathing out heavily, she smiled and started to eat. "Thanks for the odd food Nick."

"Your welcome, Greg made it so beware." They laughed together and heard Greg call out orders for thirds.

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LATER FRIDAY EVENING

Music was playing and half the gang had wondered off. Catherine and Jim disappeared to their tent and the others decided to do some midnight fishing. Sara was sat on a log by the fire engrossed in a book. Greg had tried to convince her that fishing would be fun, but his efforts were worthless. He pouted and stalked off. Their voices could be heard as they talked about football and the odd cheer when someone caught a fish.

"You don't talk much." Sara visibly jumped and dropped her book. She reached for it, but he got there first and their hands collided. Sara slowly pulled her hand away as he lifted the book from the ground. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

Sara shook her head and took the book as he held it out. "It's ok."

Grissom sat down next to her and leaned back against the large log. He folded his hands in his lap nervously as Sara seemed to continue reading, but in fact she was having trouble concentrating with him sitting so close. Taking a deep breath he turned slightly to her. "What are you reading?"

Sara stopped her hands moving as she went to turn an unread page. "Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet."

He reached over and took the book back into his hands. He looked at the front cover and flicked through the pages. "Romance, violence, death." He handed her the book. "Nice bedtime story." He smirked as she smiled. Silence encased them both for several minutes and when Grissom spoke again it was back to his original question. "You don't talk much do you?"

Sara raised her eyebrows at him and snorted a reply. "Neither do you."

Grissom nodded. "I asked the question first." He mused and looked away as he caught her amused eyes.

"Well, in that case I'll answer the question when you do." Sara pursed her lips and after a clearly charging atmosphere, she pushed herself up and walked towards her tent. Just before she crawled into her sack for the night, she turned back and saw him watching her. Ducking his head at being caught staring he looked at the flames of the fire. "Goodnight Gil." As he snapped his head round, she was zipping the tent closed and he smiled.

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SATURDAY MORNING

Morning came and the camp was silent. Sara woke at 6am and had been sitting by the lake for an hour. "Are you going to tell me?" She asked aloud feeling a presence behind her.

"That would depend."

Sara looked down at her hands that held a small twig. She bent the small piece of wood as he sat down on the grass. Inhaling quietly she cocked her head at him with a face of curiosity. "You like observing people don't you?"

Grissom busied himself with watching her hands. Watching her bend the twig one way then the other. "You ask a lot of questions."

Creasing her brows she frowned and turned to look out at the water. On a sigh she said. "And you answer a question with a question." Standing, she straightened out her jacket and headed back to camp. Stopping only a few feet away. "I don't talk because I like to listen." She said calmly.

Grissom smiled and picked at the grass. Sara continued walking away.

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Catherine and Jim were still asleep or that was what everyone thought. Albert and Brian made breakfast while Nick and Greg pulled out their box of tricks. A ball of string was the first torture toy. Nick unreeled the string while Greg tied it to one of the guy ropes of Catherine and Jim's tent. After a few minutes the front of the tent looked like a spider web and as they waited patiently for someone to emerge, Sara came from the lake and sat next to Albert. Brian gave her a plate of scrambled egg and some toast.

"Thanks Brian."

Brian nodded and looked at her worriedly. "You ok Sara? You look pale. You weren't too cold last night were you?"

Albert snorted. "Don't even try it Brian."

Sara raised a suspicious eyebrow and turned it on Albert. "Oh and what would he try?"

"The old pick me up line." Albert filled her in. "You know the one?"

Sara nodded as she realised. "'I can keep you warm', so sad."

Brian laughed and shrugged. "Hey, it was worth a try."

"Not when her heart is somewhere else completely." Nick whispered in her ear as he sat next to her.

"Nicky." Sara warned. Nick muttered an apology as Grissom came from the other side of the camp. Sara knitted her brows in confusion, and then thought that he may have used the toilet situated a few metres from camp. But it was still a small trek not to go through the centre of camp.

Just then the tent zip moved. Everyone went quiet as they watched. Greg was crouching by the tent door with a can of whipped cream. The door opened fully and Catherine crawled out first, but soon stopped when she came in contact with something. She looked up and saw Greg with a huge grin and then spotted the can. She shook her head frantically and pointed at him. "Don't you dare Gregory."

"What's going on?" Jim popped his head out and Greg sprayed the can's contents all over them. "Oh shit!"

"You bastard!" Catherine shouted. "You little shit."

"You are so dead Saunders." Jim growled.

Jim and Catherine tried to get free of the tent but they got tangled in the string. Landing in one heap, Catherine on Jim in a very compromising position, a camera went off and the commotion immediately stopped. All eyes turned to the person wielding the camera.

"That film better be destroyed Nick." Catherine said trying to move off Jim, but slipped back onto him. She looked down and sighed. "Sorry honey."

Jim smiled as he shook his head. He raised his head and purred into her ear. "Not like we haven't been in this position before." Catherine blushed and looked up at the other's who had turned away at the confession.

"Was so not what we wanted to hear." Greg mumbled covering his ears in shock.