A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed! So far, it looks like a W/S romance. . . Or it could just be a one-night stand. . . Please review and let me know what you think. And Happy Holidays!!!!

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Sara groaned as she heard the annoying chimes of her doorbell. She slowly stood up and rubbed her eyes. She muted the TV and went to answer the door.

"Ready?" Warrick greeted.

"Um, yeah, almost," She yawned and opened the door wider to allow him in. "Sorry."

"It's okay. I was tempted to take a nap too."

"Well, I was watching TV, and-" Sara rushed past Warrick and flipped off the TV, just before Warrick entered the living room.

"Oh, Sara's watching porn," Warrick teased.

"Yeah, that's it, you caught me," Sara rolled her eyes, "I'm going to go in there and change," Sara pointed to her bedroom. Warrick nodded and sat down in one of her big leather recliners.

"These aren't as comfy as they look," he commented after Sara had shut her bedroom door. He looked around the sparsely decorated room. His detective side noticed interesting things, like the stack of girly magazines in the corner of the room. He also noticed the VCR was still counting down. Warrick wondered what video Sara had been eager to turn off. "Sara was watching porn," Warrick laughed to himself as he kicked on the TV.

Instead, Ellen DeGeneres' voice greeted him, "We're looking for his son, Fabio."

"What the hell? Fish porn?" Warrick continued the video for a minute longer before realizing, to his disappointment, it was a cartoon. Somehow, the thought of Sara watching 'Finding Nemo' was a bigger surprise than her watching porn. He switched off the TV as Sara emerged from the bedroom, yawning again. "Ready?"

"Yeah, Let's go," Sara followed Warrick outside to his truck. "Why are we taking this? Where's the Denali?"

"I don't like it, and I didn't want to take it up to the mountains in case it snows. Plus, this has front-wheel drive."

"Oh, okay," they started the drive in silence, neither of them sure what to say.

"Mind if I turn on the radio?" Warrick asked. Sara shook her head. After a minute, a soft ballad filled the truck.

"So this is what you listen to when no one's around."

"Not usually." Warrick hit another button and JC Chasez, solo, 'Some Girls (Dance With Women)' started.

"Great song," Sara admitted.

"Not really," Warrick shook his head and played another station. "Is this okay?"

"Who is it?" Sara wondered.

"OutKast," Warrick replied.

"Yeah, sure. I'm going to sleep anyway," she turned towards the window and fell asleep.

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"Sara, wake up," Warrick hissed. "Come on."

"What?" she mumbled.

"Come on," Warrick hopped out of the truck and sighed, "It's getting dark. We won't be able to make it back," he looked at the paper of instructions from Grissom, "Okay. there's a clearing about a mile that way," Warrick said pointing, "We will go and pitch the tent. From there, it's another mile and a half to the crime scene. Okay? We'll collect the evidence, go back to the tent, and then leave tomorrow morning."

"That sounds good," Sara agreed. She and Warrick began to take the stuff out of the back. They divided up the stuff and started hiking.

Finally, after 20 minutes, they made it to the clearing. "I never thought we'd make it!" Sara exclaimed. She rubbed her hands together briskly, hoping the friction would keep them warm.

"You start with the tent. I'm going to gather some wood for a fire."

"Fine," Sara sighed as she began to assemble the tent. Forty-five minutes later, they were finished with their assigned tasks, and they started out for the scene as the first few snowflakes fell.

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TBC?? Please review!