Camping

Authors: bloodredcherry and Raven

Disclaimer: We own it not, no infringement is intended.

AN: More silly and insane fluff! Yeah the storie's unplausible (is that a word?) but oh well! It's just for a bit of fun, and yes…pretend Jasper, AB Canada is relatively close to Nevada!

Enjoy!

Keywords: fluff + a bit of romance + a camping trip = much hilarity ensuing! (hopefully).

Summary: Our favourite CSI team, decide to go camping in the great Canadian outdoors!

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When they finally reached the campground it was late afternoon. They all piled out of the SUV to stretch their cramped legs and admire the site.

Warrick opened the trailer small trailer hitched onto the back of the SUV.

There was a chirp and Greg looked over at the perimeter of their campsite. There was a squirrel perched on his hind legs, head darting about. It turned and saw Greg and dropped onto all fours. Greg carefully opened his pack of cookies and fished one out and "Skippy" edged closer to investigate.

"Well aren't you a nice little fat squirrel" Greg said taunting the furry animal with of all things an animal cracker.

"Greg, I don't think that's a good idea." Grissom said as he unloaded the suitcases from the trailer.

"Why not?" he asked, "besides he's just a small little guy." Greg motioned to the squirrel flaunting the cookie around and around his face.

"Because you're not supposed to feed the animals, it's park rules."

"Rules fules, it's just a single cookie."

"ya huh until he comes back rabid for more and then he becomes reliant…"Grissom turned away from Greg as a bag was stuck in a crevice between the spare tire and a tire iron. At that moment there was a girlish high pitched scream, "Get it off of me, eeeheheheeee!!!!"

"What the?" Grissom turned around to see Greg flailing around, a furry animal plastered to his face. It was apparently chewing on the cookie while at the same time gnawing on Greg's tasty nose.

"It burns, Satan squirrel get off," Greg hit the squirrel but it just wouldn't budge. Crying through the happy and evil chitter chatter of the hungry squirrel Greg just didn't know what to do.

"Stand still Greg," Sara screamed, muffling her laugh as she reached out to grab the squirrel.

"Mommy," Greg pleaded.

Laughing Grissom, Nick and Sara tried to pry the thing off of his face. Eventually they were successful, but before they could restrain the monstrous cannibal rodent it flew off into the lush green forest.

Greg sat slumped in the chair as Catherine spread Polysporin over his scratched nose before she bandaged it up.

"It burns," he whimpered, sure he would need therapy for life.

"There you go," Catherine said trying not to smirk.

"Thank you." Greg huffed.

"You know I told you," Grissom said.

"No gloating," Greg snapped.

"Hopefully that thing wasn't rabid," Catherine said shoving the case back into the back of the trailer.

"If it is," Greg looked pointedly at Grissom, "I'll be sure to bite you." He touched his nose tenderly.

"That'll teach you," Sara snickered, "to feed the wildlife." A snort escaped her lips and she clamped a hand over her mouth.

"It's not funny!"

Warrick snorted next, dropping the bag of wiener roasting sticks.

"I could be permanently scarred!"

That was the last straw before everyone broke into loud peals of hysterical laughter. Greg simply glared at them all in turn before stomping away.

TBC of course!

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