A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. (Shannon, where are you?) Okay, due to many reviews, I will make this W/S! ofb29: I love your idea. That's why I thought of it! Haha. Just kidding. Anyway, there will be a few minor adjustments to that. Hey, has anyone noticed that "wintermint" gum and diet Pepsi taste like dirt? Sorry, I'm random! Please read and review! And Happy New Year!

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"Warrick, wait up. I'm cold!" Sara whined. Warrick sighed and stopped. He turned around and sighed, Sara wasn't anywhere near him. He leaned against a tree and set down his field kit. He rubbed his hands together; hoping the friction would keep them warm. He carefully stuck a finger in the snow; about two inches had fallen.

"Sara, Hurry!" Warrick called. As soon as he heard her footsteps crunching in the snow, he made a loosely packed snowball. When he saw the bright red stocking cap she had on, he gently lobbed the giant ball of snow at her.

"Ow!" Sara yelled, "Warrick!"

"Sara," Warrick headed over to where Sara was. She was sitting on the ground clutching her ankle. "I didn't pack that snowball very hard, it should have disintegrated upon impact. What's wrong?"

"I slipped. After your snowball hit me in the face, I stepped back, and slipped. It really hurts." Sara looked at him pitifully.

"Well, get up. We still have another mile," Warrick held his hand out and helped her onto her good foot. "You can't walk at all?"

"No. And don't ask me to move it; I can't!" she hissed.

"Damn, Sara. If you broke it were screwed."

"Oh, and that's my fault?" Sara leaned against the tree and pouted, "I'm not the one who was snowball-happy!"

"Fine! It's my fault! I just- never mind. We need to get back to the tent." He looked around, "Here. Hold." He handed her his field kit. Luckily, they had only brought one kit, otherwise, the other one would be spending the night here. Sara grabbed the kit from him and stood there.

"Now what?" Sara was answered when Warrick picked her up.

"Damn, girl. You know, for a vegetarian-" Sara cut him off.

"Don't say it! I'll kill you!" Sara threatened, "I'm a CSI, I can pull it off!"

"Aw, chill, I was just playing," he groaned and shifted her weight.

"You, Warrick Brown, are the most insensitive man I've ever met!" Sara declared.

"Be nice. Or I'll make sure your leg hits that tree up there," Warrick said playfully.

"Fine, be that way," Sara crossed her arms, forgetting about the field kit. It tumbled out of her reach. Sara reached for it and missed. Warrick stumbled under her sudden movement. He slipped and fell backwards, with Sara landing on top of him. "You okay?" She hurried up, "Ow!" she whined again.

"Yeah, I think the ground broke my fall," He stood up, "That line was funnier on 'Family Matters' wasn't it?" Sara laughed and nodded. "Come on." Sara grabbed the field kit, and allowed Warrick to resume carrying her.

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"What's going on?" Nick and Catherine walked into Grissom's office, where he and Brass were glued to the TV. "Grissom, shift started 20 minutes ago. What are you watching?"

Grissom looked up at Catherine. " There's about 2 inches of snow in the mountains. They are predicting half a foot more by midnight."