Camping
Authors: bloodredcherry and Raven
Disclaimer: We own it not, no infringement is intended.
AN: The last chapter was very short! This one shall be longer.
Enjoy!
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The night was cool on Sara's skin and the breeze lifted her hair from her shoulders. She smacked her arm and flicked off the dead mosquito.
She edged into the water. Sara had never been skinny dipping before, except in the bathtub.
There was a splash and she froze, she waited a few moments but there was silence. Just as she was about to let out the breath she'd been holding something surfaced right in front of her.
"BAH!" Sara screamed, she turned and ran splashing away. Something crashed out of the woods and made a mad dash for the water, all Sara saw was a flash of pink.
"BAH!" Catherine screamed, covering her eyes. She'd just seen something she never needed to see, something that would leave her deeply scarred for life.
"GREG!" Sara screamed.
"Bah!" Greg yelped.
"Bah!" Sara shrieked in reply.
"BAH!" Catherine shouted again.
"Catherine?" Sara asked.
"Sara?"
The two women turned to Greg.
"Greg!?"
"Greg?" Another male voice asked.
"BAAAAAAAAAAH!" All three of them exclaimed.
"GRISSOM!?!"
His name resonated through the mountains. A flock of birds flew form a pine tree and a dog barked in the distance.
"Bah!" Grissom yelled, but thankfully he was standing behind a rock. A rock that happened to be strategically placed.
"Bah!"
"Bah!"
"Bah!"
"Bah!"
"STOP!" Warrick yelled.
The only sound was that of the crickets chirping in the bush.
"We're all mature adults here," Warrick reasoned. "It's fine, we'll just get dressed, go back to the campsite and never ever speak of this again."
Everyone pondered that one for a few moments.
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Sounds like a plan."
"We'll just turn around while the others get dressed." Nick nodded, "ladies first."
When Catherine and Sara were sure that no one was peaking they dashed out of the water. Catherine yanked her pants on backwards and Sara pulled her top on inside out.
"Hey," Cath suddenly whispered, "Sara."
"Uh…" Sara replied, not sure why they were whispering. "Yeah?"
Cath pointed and Sara looked down. A pile of clothes…Nick's clothes lay at their feet.
"You know what they say," Catherine grinned, "payback's a bitch." Catherine scooped Nick's clothes into her hands and Sara spotted Greg's a few meters away.
They both gathered all the clothes they dared—"I'm not touching that."
"Fine just grab what you can."—and Sara dashed off for a head start.
"Uh, well…we're done now, so, uh…bye then!" Catherine sprinted off after Sara.
"Took them long enough." Greg muttered.
"You go for it Griss."
Grissom nodded and turned to where he'd left his clothes.
They weren't there. When he looked to see if maybe he was mistaken he realized there were no clothes!
"Guys…"
"Yeah?"
"You're not going to believe this but I think we've been had."
"Sorry?"
"Our clothes are well, gone."
"Ha, Ha" Nick retorted. "Real funny Grissom."
"I'm afraid I'm not kidding, though…I wish I were."
"You mean—"
"—they took—"
"OUR CLOTHES!?!" The four men screamed in unison.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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