Title: Galapagos Islands – The CSI: Survivor Round Robin
Author: Chapter 2 – by Jamie
Category: Humor, Drama, Crossover
Disclaimers: CSI's characters (and Survivor's concept) don't belong to any of us. We're just borrowing them. ;-) Some names have been changed to protect the living—i.e. Jeff Prager instead of you-know-who.
Authors' Notes: Chapter 2…sorry for the delay in posting it. For more details about the challenge, the authors, and the chapter posting schedule, go to csi-playingwithfire.tripod.com. Updates will first be posted there, and then, here at fanfiction.net. Chapter 3 (by Mich St. Jame) should be posted on PwF by Sunday, 4/18 or Monday, 4/19.
DAY 28:
Grissom walked along the beautiful Galapagos beach and kicked some pebbles. He wasn't sorry he had joined Survivor at all. When he had first started watching the reality show he thought it was the most stupid thing he had ever seen. But now, as he was walking along the beach, he felt totally at peace. He felt positive and was determined to win the reward challenges and the immunity challenges. If he did win the million dollars he could take Sara out to a nice dinner at an expensive restaurant among other things.
Grissom heard a groan behind him and turned around to see Sara walking out of her tent, stretching and yawning. In the morning, he thought she looked more beautiful than ever. As she turned, spotted him and smiled, the sunlight played off her eyes and made them sparkle. Grissom found himself smiling back as she started walking toward him.
"Hey Griss!" a bubbly Sara said. "Beautiful morning isn't it? Is anybody else up yet?"
"No it's just us."
"You know what, Grissom? I miss the job. I miss the excitement of pinning a murder on someone. I miss the excitement of finding that vital clue."
Grissom turned to her and smirked.
"Sara, we've only been gone 28 days! You must really love your job," Grissom teased because he knew they loved the job equally; he just didn't miss it that much yet. "Sara, if you miss investigating crimes scenes than I could go and murder Hodges right know. Investigate that."
Sara laughed and was actually quite shocked at her reaction. The idea was sounding better and better every day. Hodges was just about pissing off all the castaways. He just about pulled the last string with Sara when he spelled her name wrong.
"Hey hey, castaways. What's up with you lovely people on this bee-yoo-ti-ful morning?" Greg said, cheerfully. Sara and Grissom both cracked up when they saw what Greg was wearing. He had a sailor's hat on with a couple of leaves sticking out of it, creating a Robin Hood appearance.
"Guys, I'm going to go wash up. See you all for breakfast. By the way, I wonder what's on the menu. Bye Grissom. See ya Robin," Sara said and slapped Greg on the shoulder.
"Well, Grissom. That's a hot piece of ass right there," Greg said referring to Sara.
Grissom winced. "Greg, don't make me come over there."
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Jeff Prager stood in front of the seven castaways.
"Good day castaways. I take it you all miss Nick?" Jeff didn't wait for them to answer. "No? Good."
Sara smirked and Catherine giggled to herself while the men looked at Jeff weirdly. Jeff continued.
"Today I will describe to you your immunity challenge. Look over to my left and you will see seven wooden tubs. Each of the tubs is filled with muck and dirt plus water from all of the several lovely swamps situated in scenic Galapagos island. I will hand each of you castaways a list of items that have been randomly dropped in those disgusting bins and you will have to find them in less than 2 minutes. The one that succeeds in finding the most items in that period of time will win the immunity. Very easy task at hand. Castaways ready?"
Greg rolled up his sleeves and looked smug. Catherine looked over at the bins and grimaced at the nasty smell that had made its way over to the castaways.
"On your mark," Jeff started. "Get set, get ready…GO!!"
It was a sight to behold to see all of the CSI's running toward the bins. They reached them and dropped to their knees. They all took deep breaths and dug their hands into the muck. Glancing at the items on their list they hastily searched for the items. Warrick picked out a dirt-covered coconut and shouted some obscenity while chucking it across the beach, for that item was not on the list. For the next two minutes the castaways proceeded to pick out items that were and were not on the list. Mud was flicked around and items were thrown at various castaways and in no time the two minutes were up.
The castaways hobbled up to Jeff, items in hand, covered in dirt and grime. Jeff counted the items.
"Okay castaways. Good job, and I wish you all could get immunity, but sadly, that's not how the game works. I have tallied the items and I'm proud to announce that the receiver of immunity this week is…. Mr. Greg Sanders.
Greg had a shocked look on his face and jumped up and down. He pumped his fist in the air, spraying everyone with mud. He hugged Sara and she giggled. It then registered in her brain that he had won the immunity and she pushed him away in mock frustration. Greg grabbed the immunity from Jeff's hand and strung it around his neck. He did a little victory dance and then, burned out, walked over to a log and plopped down with a self-satisfied grin on his face. The castaway's spread out. Sara headed to the trees for some shade, while Catherine, Warrick and Brass headed to the waterfront to freshen up. Hodges slowly walked off to his tent to sulk. Grissom spotted Sara and headed over to her, where she was already lounging underneath a shady tree.
"Hey Sara. You need company?" Sara looked up and nodded, smiling. Grissom sat down beside her and rested his head against the tree taking a deep sigh of relaxation. He handed her a Galapagos tomato and she bit into it.
'Can this get any more perfect? I'm on an island with the most beautiful woman in the world. Okay, we're a little short of food and I have a chance of getting voted off, leaving Sara here with other good-looking men. Calm down, Grissom, she's never made moves on them before; she wouldn't now. Besides, I might not get voted off. Just enjoy this moment…'
He looked over at Sara and gazed at her lounging back, seeming at peace with the world.
'I can feel his eyes burning into me. He's staring at me with disgust, I know it. For what reason, I don't know. All I know is that he's been a little hostile to me before we arrived on the island. I hope he's turning over a new leaf…'
All of a sudden Sara jumped up when she felt something on her leg. She looked down at the sand and was staring at a huge beetle.
"I know what that is Grissom! It's a Rodolia cardinalis! I've read about them. They eat all the cottony cushion scale insects. An adult beetle can devour hundreds and still have room for seconds. It's pretty amazing, don't you think?" she said, plucking a leaf from a nearby tree, letting the beetle crawl onto it, and then setting it loose in a nearby shrub.
"Where did you get that knowledge from?" Grissom asked her, amazed at what she new about the insect.
"Entomology textbook. The one you gave me for Christmas Grissom, remember?"
Sara smiled widely at him and Grissom flashed one of his half-smirk half-smile smiles.
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DAY 29:
"Good morning, castaways. Greg, I hope you're spending your time basking away in the wonderfulness that is immunity."
Greg smiled a wide toothy smile and slapped the immunity that hung around his neck.
"Today is the reward challenge I like to call, 'How fast are you'? People, follow me," and they did, arriving at their destination. They stood facing seven identical obstacle courses. Each consisted of bamboo balance beams, small tubs filled with salty ocean water and other various obstacles that looked quite difficult and more challenging than the previous.
"Now, when I tell you when, you will complete those obstacles. You will have three minutes. When the time is up I will decipher who got the farthest and that person will win the reward.
For the next three minutes the castaways ran, crawled, tripped and limped their way through the difficult obstacle course. In the end Jeff Prager determined the winner.
"Good job castaways. I'm proud to announce the winner of the reward…drum roll please?"
Greg mimicked an annoying drum roll and Catherine proceeded to punch him playfully in the arm.
"Gil Grissom!"
Grissom broke out into a wide smile and clapped his hands together, proud that he had won something that took strength.
"Like last time, Grissom, you will have a choice of picking a partner to join you for a wonderful feast of buffet salads, meats and everything your hearts desire. Let me tell you, it will be a nice break from Galapagos tomatoes!" Jeff let out a little chuckle and nodded his head at Grissom, as to say, "Pick your partner".
Grissom hesitated and then voiced his choice, "Sara Sidle."
Sara's jaw dropped for a second but she slowly broke out into a smile and said she was going to go change for the dinner.
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"How do you like being a castaway?" Grissom asked Sara, slowly biting into a turkey sub, savouring every bite.
"I love it! It's so challenging. Plus, I get to be 24-7 with the people I love the most." Sara looked down at her plate and a tint of red showed in her cheeks. "I'm sorry. That came out wrong."
"Don't even worry about it. I know what you mean," Grissom said.
Sara lightly laughed and went back to her food.
"So," she said, taking a forkful of Greek salad and gulping it down, "why did you pick me to join you?"
"I owed you a dinner didn't I?"
Sara looked up at him quickly and they held each other's gaze for a moment. Then she slowly grinned her wide gap-toothed smile and looked at her plate. Grissom smiled back at her. He loved that he had finally made her smile.
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DAY 30:
"Okay castaways," Jeff Prager said standing in front of the seven people sitting in front of him and the campfire. "Tonight, you will vote off another unfortunate person."
Sara looked content and laid back in a black hoodie and jeans, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. Catherine, for the second time, decided to wear her string bikini. Although, realizing that she was stupid because it was cold outside at this time of the night, put on a pair of tan chinos over the bottom of her bikini, conveniently leaving her chest out in the open, and the men staring. All except for Grissom, who was staring at another women sitting across from him.
"Okay, castaways, place your votes."
One by one the seven people walked up to the podium and placed their votes in the slot. Jeff tallied the votes and walked up in front of the castaways.
"I have tallied the votes and the castaway leaving us tonight is…David Hodges."
Hodges face fell in total shock, as the other six were silently cheering for complete and utter joy.
He slowly walked up to his torch, snuffed it, and waved at the others. They waved back.
"The tribe has spoken."
TBC