Hey! Did you all know the Eric (greg sanders) practically made out with Marilyn Manson? Dont believe me? Watch mansons music video sAINT and look for him! He comes and and licks his neck and stuff. The bad hottie :D

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Chapter 3

Catherine, Warrick, Nick and Sara sat at the round maple table, eating Nick's craft dinner.

"See? I bet you've never tasted KD this good." Nick said, grinning.

"Oh yeah. It taste's so different then the macaroni I make Lindsey." Catherine said sarcastically.

Greg came bounding down the stairs, slightly angry.

"They locked me in a closet! Warrick and Nick locked me in a closet! Thats so unfair! It was two against one. I claim a rematch against one of them!" Greg yelled, his cheeks turning red.

Warrick sighed, and stood up.

"Alright then Greg. You think it was unfair? Lets go." He said.

"Ha, I could beat you with my hand behind my back!" Greg said smugly, before taking off up the stairs.

"Yeah, picture that." He said to himself, before taking off after him, making Grissom press himself against the wall to avoid getting hit.

"I have to spend two months with them?" Grissom asked sadly.

They all smiled, except Grissom, and continued eating.

"Kraft dinner?" Grissom asked, skeptical.

"Well, since noone felt like cooking.." Sara said looking at Nick.

Sara got up and put her dishes in the sink.

"Im going to go explore. Thanks for the dinner Nicky." She said before walking out the front door.

"Well, im going to bed." Catherine said. "It's been a long ride up here."

"Yeah, Im going to join you." Nick said, "I meant sleep. In my own room. Get your mind out of the gutter." He finished, before going down the hallway to the right of the stairs to his room. Catherine made her way upstairs to the room across from Sara's.

Warrick came downstairs, looking very pleased with himself.

"What did you do to him?" Grissom asked, hoping it wasn't too bad. All they needed was their expert DNA tech to be hurt. That would lead to an investigation..it'd become a whole big thing. They didn't need that.

"I locked him in a close." Warrick sayed before going down the hall to the room beside Nick's.

"I hope he can get out!" Grissom called down to Warrick.

He went over to the couch and sat down with his Anthropology Monthly, with a faint hope that one day, he will see Teri on one of those pages. He was just getting to a good part, when he heard a thumping on the stairs. He swung around to see Greg limping down.

"Im fine." He said, slightly out of breath. "I could of got him down too! I just got distracted. He's not so tough, I can take him anytime."

Grissom stared at him, unaware he was still talking.

"You know, i'll get him another day. Im just going to go to bed." He limped down the hall way and and into his room across from Warrick and Nick's.

Grissom turned back to his magazine.

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She quietly opened the front door, careful not to wake anyone. She snuck into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

"Sara?"

She jumped, almost dropping her glass.

"Holy shit Grissom." Sara said, getting her breath back. "Could you at least tell someone when your sitting in the dark alone?"

"Sorry. What took you so long?" He asked, curiously.

"I explored the forest, found a garden, and got distraced by the Ocean. I love the Ocean. So beautiful."

'yes you are,' he though, but instead he say'd, "Yeah it is. I agree."

'Im going to go to bed now. See you tomorrow." She say'd before heading up the stairs.

Grissom sighed and got comfy on the couch again.