A/N: Sorry for the long delay in posting. It's the weather. Ask anyone who
lives in the Pacific Northwest why the weather is a problem!!! As long as
there's a snow day on Thursday to get me out of my AP Test on "Pride and
Prejudice" I don't care. Hehe. Sorry, more random ramblings. Anyway,
please read and review! They are appreciated! Let me know if there's any
thing wrong, I'm not opposed to constructive criticism! All my stories are
WIP's and they aren't edited. (Sorry, it's a bad habit!) And Shannon,
don't worry. Everything that happens is purely for survival :o) *Winks*
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Warrick sighed as he dropped a card onto the pile. He was playing solitaire, although he was shivering so badly, he couldn't stack the cards straight. At least it was a distraction. Something to take his mind off of the cold. Sara moaned softly and his gaze shifted to her. Now, there was a distraction. He was perfectly content to watch her sleep. He was dying to know how it would feel to run his hands through her hair and feel his hands on her body. Warrick shook his head. 'Think of other things', he ordered himself silently. Sara stirred again and opened her eyes slowly.
"Hey, Sara."
"Is it still snowing outside?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Oh." Sara pouted, "Oh, good morning."
Warrick laughed, "Well right now, the snow is a good thing."
"How can you say that?" Sara demanded.
"At least if it's snowing, it's not going to get any colder. Plus, the clouds are nice. They'll keep it warmer. If the clouds clear out, it'll be too cold tonight."
"Tonight?" Sara asked warily.
"Well, Gris probably has a search party out or something. But in weather like this? I'll be surprised if we don't freeze to death first."
"That glass is really half full, isn't it?" She asked sarcastically.
"Well, I'm sure someone will find us. If not, I'll get us out of here. But it's a really long walk back to the truck. Especially with your ankle, how's it feeling anyway?"
Sara made a face, "I dunno."
"What do you mean?"
"It's too cold. I can't feel it!" Sara exclaimed. She shot Warrick a look. "I'm hungry. And I have to pee."
Warrick grinned and handed her a box of Kleenex. "That's the best I can do."
"So what? I just pick a tree?" Sara asked. Warrick nodded. "Fine." Sara stood up and clumsily climbed out of the tent. Warrick laughed as he heard her mumbling to herself as she wandered around in search of a tree.
* At CSI HQ *
"I don't care! I want you to find them!" Grissom shouted into the phone. Catherine looked alarmed as she entered his office. He handed her a few white papers, "You and Nick can fight over these. There's someone from dayshift coming in about an hour," He whispered. Catherine nodded as Grissom began talking again, " Two. . . A black male, 190 pounds about 6'2". And a white female, dark hair. About 5' 7" Give or take an inch or two. Probably around 110 pounds," Grissom sighed and began to describe the route he had drawn for his friends. "Okay, thanks. Yeah, keep me posted." He hung up and sighed.
"Any luck?"
"No, they have people that are going to start looking," he paused, "I hope they're okay."
"They'll be fine," Catherine assured him.
"I hope so," Grissom took a large drink of his coffee before turning on the news to the weather channel.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short, I have a b-ball game to dance at tonight. Unless it's cancelled because of the snow, and in that case, I should have another chapter up tonight! Hehe. That's more wishful thinking, but. . . Please R&R! And if you have an idea you want to happen or something you think should happen, let me know! Oh, and does anyone know how to put words in italics? I've tried, but once it's posted, it's just regular writing! Thanks!
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Warrick sighed as he dropped a card onto the pile. He was playing solitaire, although he was shivering so badly, he couldn't stack the cards straight. At least it was a distraction. Something to take his mind off of the cold. Sara moaned softly and his gaze shifted to her. Now, there was a distraction. He was perfectly content to watch her sleep. He was dying to know how it would feel to run his hands through her hair and feel his hands on her body. Warrick shook his head. 'Think of other things', he ordered himself silently. Sara stirred again and opened her eyes slowly.
"Hey, Sara."
"Is it still snowing outside?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Oh." Sara pouted, "Oh, good morning."
Warrick laughed, "Well right now, the snow is a good thing."
"How can you say that?" Sara demanded.
"At least if it's snowing, it's not going to get any colder. Plus, the clouds are nice. They'll keep it warmer. If the clouds clear out, it'll be too cold tonight."
"Tonight?" Sara asked warily.
"Well, Gris probably has a search party out or something. But in weather like this? I'll be surprised if we don't freeze to death first."
"That glass is really half full, isn't it?" She asked sarcastically.
"Well, I'm sure someone will find us. If not, I'll get us out of here. But it's a really long walk back to the truck. Especially with your ankle, how's it feeling anyway?"
Sara made a face, "I dunno."
"What do you mean?"
"It's too cold. I can't feel it!" Sara exclaimed. She shot Warrick a look. "I'm hungry. And I have to pee."
Warrick grinned and handed her a box of Kleenex. "That's the best I can do."
"So what? I just pick a tree?" Sara asked. Warrick nodded. "Fine." Sara stood up and clumsily climbed out of the tent. Warrick laughed as he heard her mumbling to herself as she wandered around in search of a tree.
* At CSI HQ *
"I don't care! I want you to find them!" Grissom shouted into the phone. Catherine looked alarmed as she entered his office. He handed her a few white papers, "You and Nick can fight over these. There's someone from dayshift coming in about an hour," He whispered. Catherine nodded as Grissom began talking again, " Two. . . A black male, 190 pounds about 6'2". And a white female, dark hair. About 5' 7" Give or take an inch or two. Probably around 110 pounds," Grissom sighed and began to describe the route he had drawn for his friends. "Okay, thanks. Yeah, keep me posted." He hung up and sighed.
"Any luck?"
"No, they have people that are going to start looking," he paused, "I hope they're okay."
"They'll be fine," Catherine assured him.
"I hope so," Grissom took a large drink of his coffee before turning on the news to the weather channel.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short, I have a b-ball game to dance at tonight. Unless it's cancelled because of the snow, and in that case, I should have another chapter up tonight! Hehe. That's more wishful thinking, but. . . Please R&R! And if you have an idea you want to happen or something you think should happen, let me know! Oh, and does anyone know how to put words in italics? I've tried, but once it's posted, it's just regular writing! Thanks!
