Mar

Lol, I could imagine Griss telling them that, "you to aren't married, so stop it!" lol. Thanks for the comment btw!

Mellaithwen

You'll learn more about why Sara's acting the way she is, but not till later in the story. And no, no silence, a silent story sure would be interesting…rather hard to write though…

LuvinNickyStokes

shivers Hodges, no me gusta. I really dislike him, and I thought that would be a large enough threat to make the two rethink about a few things.

Chapter Three: Alphabet Games

Traffic, once leaving Vegas, had been relatively good. As the night drew into the late hours, they were nearly the only ones left on the road. Every so often they would pass a lone vehicle headed towards town, but it was clear that they were the only ones headed out to the mountains.

Greg drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to 'Louie, Louie' that was playing in the background. After searching several stations, he had left it on oldies; not his first choice in music, but it wasn't bad he figured. Besides that fact, there wasn't much else on at this time. Sara had fallen asleep shortly after leaving Las Vegas, not having stirred since. It made Greg wonder if she was feeling the strain of work like he was, or just not sleeping during the day.

Greg's eyes scanned the horizon ahead as far as his headlights went. The road was endless, from what he could see, seemingly flowing over the rolling hills. It wasn't until he was out here, that he realized how unique the landscape was. Being in the city, you never really got a good look at the land outside the casinos; he had to admit it was quite beautiful. It had been years since he had last been this far out.

Next to him, he heard Sara sigh, letting out a yawn. Greg reached over and turned the radio down, watching her as her eyes fluttered open after a minute. She didn't say anything, only stared out the window as they drove on.

Finally she pushed her coat off her arms, fumbling for the lever that straightened her chair. "What time is it?" she asked groggily, trying to read the numbers on the small radio face.

"A little after four," Greg told her, taking his eyes of the road for a moment to glance at her.

"Four? Greg, I told you to wake me up at two," she told him, growing angry.

"I'm doing fine right now," he reassured her, "you seemed tired, I thought I'd let you sleep some more."

"Greg, we had a plan, the plan won't work if you don't follow it," she argued.

"Why don't we create a new plan, we drive for as long as we can before changing. It'll go quicker that way."

Sara let out a sigh, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. "Greg, pull over, I'm driving now."

Greg only shook his head, "No, Sara."

"Greg," she started, her voice rising a notch.

"Sara, you just woke up from a dead sleep, you're in no condition to drive."

She only glared at him, crossing her arms.

"We're almost in Winnemucca, we'll stop there, have some breakfast, than you can take over."

"Fine," Sara muttered, brushing the hair from her face.

They ended up stopping at a small 24 hour diner; it was about the only thing open at five in the morning. They didn't take long to order, and while waiting for their food to arrive, Sara brought out the map, tracing along the road they had been traveling on for the last few hours now.

"We're making good time," Sara remarked, "at this rate, we might make it to Bend by noon."

Greg shrugged as the waiter brought their food by, service was fairly quick at this time; there were only two other people eating. "Maybe, there hasn't really been any traffic, but we're sure to hit some later on in the morning."

Sara nodded as she folded the map back up, taking a bite of her food. Greg watched her eat for a moment, before speaking up.

"I thought you were a vegetarian," he stated, taking a bite of the pancakes he had ordered.

Sara gave him a quizzical look, "I am," she stated, "it's a vegetarian omelet."

"You know," he told her, "a true vegetarian doesn't eat eggs, they're a byproduct of animals."

"I'm just one of those vegetarians that don't eat meat," Sara explained. Greg nodded, finishing his meal. After paying and tipping the waitress, they stopped for gas before heading on again.

After several tries of convincing Greg to sleep, Sara gave up. Greg, who could tell Sara was ready to go off on him again, calmly explained that he wasn't tired.

"I normally don't head off to sleep until around ten," he told her. "It's like telling me to go to bed four hours early."

"Fine," Sara told him, "don't whine at me when it's your turn to drive, and you're too tired."

Greg just shrugged; he had won, for now at least. He watched as they passed several stores, and a school in silence before Sara spoke up again.

"How do I get back to the freeway from here?" Sara asked him, reading the signs as she came to a stop at a light.

"Take a right here," Greg told her, "follow the road and keep an eye out for the signs. If I remember right they tell you where to turn."

Sara nodded her thanks, taking the turn that Greg had indicated. She had just spotted the first sign when Greg started talking again.

"Avenue," he said quickly, earning a perplexed look from Sara.

"Excuse me?" She asked, not sure what he was saying.

"Avenue, A," he said again, laughing as she gave him another odd look. "Haven't you ever played the alphabet game?"

When she shook her head Greg grinned. "On long drives, we would try and find the entire alphabet on road signs. The word has to start with the letter you are looking for, and it has to be done in alphabetical order. No skipping letters and no taking freebies. So, Avenue would be A."

"And this is supposed to be entertaining?" Sara asked.

Greg nodded, "Boise, B."

"I don't think so," she shook her head.

"You afraid that I'll beat you?" Greg asked.

"Caldwell, Denio, and Exit," Sara read off the sign as they passed under it. "C, D and E. Score's three to two, who's winning now?"

Greg laughed, "If you want to play like that; Freeway's left by the way," he smirked. "We're even now."

"Not for long field mouse," Sara said, quirking a smile at him.

"I told you to never call me that again," Greg frowned, earning an even larger smile from her.

She only laughed as she checked over her shoulder before pulling onto the freeway. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

TBC