Camping

Authors: bloodredcherry and Raven

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

AN: More silly and insane fluff! Yeah the story'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 Oh, and we have nothing again Canada or it's people seeing as we're from there. The land up north rocks! Yeah! Thanks again to all of you who reviewed! You're all too kind!

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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The day ended with excellent results, no deaths, no unsolved murders or crimes to investigate, Grissom got a chance to carefully and excitedly scour the large population of insects (the initial plan of the "field trip") as well… It was a perfect day of sunshine bumps and bruises and cute fluffy bunnies. It was apparent although that Greg was still overreacting from his run in with Skippy, and his traumatized smart sarcastic brain was still overreacting causing him to pass out promptly upon seeing George the Thumper-ish cute little rabbit. Upon waking Greg up they decided to relieve their aches and pains they wouldn't sit around the fire, no they would trek up to Miette Hot Springs to enjoy the pleasant star filled skies, mountain style. It was a large change from the Neon skies of good ol'e Las Vegas, Nevada- and the gang was exciting to soak in the naturally heated waters supplied by good old Mother Nature.

They piled into the SUV and eagerly looked forward to the drive up the twisty two-lane road to the ever so beeautiful hot springs. The sun was going down and Greg was highly anticipating the place not allowing squirrels into its premises. In the drivers seat was Warrick who was being a radio nazi not letting anyone change the station from his ever so important news at eight.

"Common Wick man! WE are camping now there is no need to worry about the news." Grissom taunted.

"Turn it to a REAL station, Wick… Please!!!" Catherine pleaded, twenty minutes of droning news people was enough for her. She didn't like that Peter Mansbridge.

It was Greg that had the guts to touch the radio… button. This sudden act of genius caused Warrick to take his attention away from his driving. He swerved into the middle of the road, nearly taking out the nice little dear. Letting out a womanly scream Warrick tried desperately to retain control of the vehicle.

"The news almost got us killed!"

"Greg almost got us killed," Warrick cried profusely. Sniffling Warrick continued, "All I wanted to do was listen to the news."

"And now on 100.4692 AM Baby One More Time," the anouncer announced and everyone screamed and jumped to change the station.

"Change it… do it! Do it now," Sara screamed from beside Grissom. Greg was all smiles and singing along with his favourite girl.

Then… out of nowhere…

"Hit me with your big behind!"

Sara sat dumb faced, and Catherine slowly turned around her mouth agape.

"Grissom?" Nick squeaked, "was that you?"

Grissom sat red faced.

"That's not the words," Greg said smugly.

More than ever our dear beloved entomologist felt like crawling into a nice large hole of doom… with bugs of course.

Warrick continued driving up the mountain, focusing intently on the road ahead, "I'm not even going to ask."

TBC of course!

End AN: We love you Peter! WOOHOO! That's right, Peter Mansbridge is the champ, only a select few get the honor to be mentioned in our stories.