Camping

Authors: bloodredcherry and Raven

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

AN: Wow! It's been a while since we've updated! More parts coming right away and thanks again to all who reviewed! Oy, and it's about eight o'clock Jasper time in this story. Not at all sure about what time it would be in Vegas. Ah well, use your imaginations folks!

Enjoy!

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They all shoved their gear into the back of the SUV and Nick grabbed the keys from Warrick and climbed into the front seat and Greg climbed into the passenger seat.

"You guys are the smallest," Warrick nodded.

"But…" Sara whimpered.

"I don't want to sit in the middle." Catherine declared folding her arms.

"Fine." Grissom declared, "I'll sit in the middle."

The rest of them climbed in and buckled themselves up, Sara groped for her seat belt holder (that's right, it's called that) and Grissom let out a muffled cry.

"What?" Nick furrowed his brow into the rearview mirror.

Grissom blinked then looked over at Sara. "That was my butt."

Sara realized where her hand was and what she was touching. Her eyes widened and her face turned three shades of red. "Heh, sorry." She rammed her seat belt closed and inched away from Grissom, so she was pretty much flattened against the door.

"Hey guys!" Greg said happily reaching for the radio knob, "how about we see—"

"No!" Everyone else shouted in reply.

Greg sat back in his seat, "okay then."

So it was decided, they would ride back to the campground in silence. Well…except for Greg's humming. That was until Warrick smacked him upside the head.

Fifteen minutes later Nick pulled the SUV into the campsite.

"Okay guys we're…" Nick's voice drifted off.

The four CSI who were crammed in the backseat had all fallen asleep. Warrick was passed out on Catherine's shoulder and Catherine was snoring softly on Grissom's. Grissom had put his arms behind his two favourite night shift girls to give himself some more room. Now he too was fast asleep, his neck at an uncomfortable looking angle.

Sara, who apparently forgot her previous humiliation was resting her cheek on Grissom's other shoulder.

"Awww," Greg cooed, "it's so cute."

"Hey," Nick dropped his voice into a whisper, "isn't there a camera in the glove compartment?"

"Isn't it for emergencies?" Greg made a face, "nevermind." He opened the glove compartment. "This is too good," he tore open the package.

"Ssh," Nick hissed, "don't wake 'em up."

As Greg waited for the flash to load he had an immense feeling of impending doom. "You realize we're dead right?"

Nick grinned, "oh yeah."

Greg snapped the picture and Catherine started awake. "Wha? Wha was that?"

Greg and Nick were both trying (albeit failing miserably) to look innocent.

Catherine narrowed her eyes, "hey…is that a camera?"

"Nope." Nick replied.

Catherine's eyes were still narrowed.

"It was a Kodak moment okay? We couldn't help ourselves."

"What was a Kodak moment?" Sara blinked away, "Greg…"

"Sara."

"Is that a camera?"

"Nope."

"Why is everyone talking." Grissom grumbled, his hair was all mussed and he pushed his glasses onto the bridge of his nose. He then saw the disposable Camera. "Greg, if that's what I think it is—"

"I know," Greg replied, "it'll be painful and they wont find a body."

Grissom nodded, "smart boy."

b. r. c. and raven: So this wasn't absurdly hilarious. OH well! Just wait! *Muaah* Oh and pertend it's a really small SUV!

TBC of course!

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