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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Half an hour later Warrick had finally built a nice large campfire. And the tents were finally set up properly so they wouldn't collapse on their occupants at night. Finally everyone had a chance to sit down and relax.

Everyone dragged over a lawn chair and gathered around the pit. Where hot dog buns, wieners and condiments were waiting.

Soon the sun went down creating an eerie spooky feeling within the confines of the campground. A dog barked and the fire cracked.

"Ohh who's up for a scary story?" Nick asked in between stuffing his face with hot dog he grinned and the fire cast shadows across his face. He shoved the rest of his hot dog in his mouth and finished chewing before continuing on. "Grissom? Why don't you give it a shot."

"Okay," Grissom sat forward in his chair. "You ladies ever heard of Joe Alberta?"

"No…" Sara said slowly, "should we?"

Greg whistled, "you ladies telling me you don't know about the legend of old Joe?"

"Do you know about 'old Joe'?" Catherine asked, an air of disbelieve in her voice.

"Everyone knows the legend of old Joe," Greg replied.

"Silence," Grissom commanded and Catherine sighed sitting back, decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Might be good for a laugh.

"It all happened seventeen years ago…" Grissom said softly, Sara leaned forward so she could hear him. Grissom spoke softly, keeping his eyes trained on the fire, weaving a story about a young man who had been admitted to a mental institution in rural northern Montana. The story went about how he had murdered his own family with an ax before being sent to asylum. For years they had tried shock therapy but Joe refused to show any remorse for his crime.

"Then one night there was a storm, and the power went out leaving Joe his chance to escape. Teams of search parties combed the forests and surrounding towns for months but there was no sign of Joe.

Until one night two years later when a group of college students went to a camp ground much like this one. They spent the better part of the day drinking and partying and then finally around midnight they all drifted off to sleep." Grissom paused and looked at each of them in turn, Sara licked her lips and even Catherine was leaning forward in her lawn chair. "It started to rain, and then Joe stumbled across the camp site. He had been hiding out in a cabin for months, and finally he'd have his chance to feel the thrill of murder again. The next day a young woman who was jogging came across the camp site and found the students…all murdered. When the police arrived all they found was an ax and no Joe Alberta." Grissom sat back and stretched, "they say he still roams around these parts, but only comes out when it storms." He smiled and reached over, spearing another wiener.

"Joe Alberta?" Catherine scoffed, "nice try Gil."

Grissom shrugged, "I'm only telling the story as I know it."

Sara looked down at her uneaten hot dog in her hands. Sure Grissom's story hadn't exactly been original, but it was just the way he had told it…she never knew he was such an amazing story teller.

"So," Nick said, feigning a yawn. "I don't know about the rest of ya'll but I'm beat."

"Me too," Catharine agreed.

"You girls gonna be okay?" Greg asked, "or are you in the need of a little manly protection?"

Sara opened her mouth to retort when there was a low rumble of thunder and the sky opened up above them.

"Run for it!" Sara yelped, pushing past her lawn chair. The six of them made a mad dash for their tents flinging open the doors and leaping inside.

"Make sure nothing's touching the sides," Sara said pulling her sleeping bag and pillow away.

"Well that was a little convenient wasn't it?" Warrick wondered, and Greg nodded.

"This is going to be so excellent."

"I have to pee," Sara said peeing out the front window of the tent, "but I'm not going out there.

"It should pass in a few minutes."

Nick tugged his sleeping back away from the wall of his tent, "where did you hear that story Griss? That was great."

Grissom shrugged, "no where. I just made it up."

Nick grinned.

TBC of course!

b. r. c: Sorry if the campfire story didn't leave you with chills snaking up your spine, just imagine it was frightening.

Let us know what you think, but no flames please!