Camping

Authors: bloodredcherry and Raven

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

AN: Finally the summer is here! This shall be completed! Sorry for the wait!

Enjoy!

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"Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh." Catherine groaned. For sleeping on a thin slab of foam she'd gotten a pretty decent sleep, despite the fact she woke up around four am to find Sara had stolen her pillow.

Catherine had gave Sara a sharp poke and snatched her pillow back, Sara of course was not bothered in the least, she simply burrowed deeper into her sleeping bag, stuck her face into her own pillow and muttered something that sounded vaguely like "issom".

Catherine looked over at the younger CSI who was sleeping soundly.

Catherine grabbed her sunglasses from the side pocket of her suit case unzipped the door to the tent and got out. It was a little chilly but the sun was peeking through the clouds, promising another beautiful day.

All the guys were awake and Grissom had again taken up his post by the stove making a fresh extra strong pot of coffee. Grissom was pouring himself a cup and when he saw Catherine he didn't even have to ask.

He simply poured another cup and handed it to her.

"Mmm," she said taking a swig of the burning bitter liquid. "So," she said a few moments later. "We playing tourist today?"

That indeed they were, Grissom had brought a flashy blue Hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki shorts especially for this occasion.

"Very nice," Warrick commented as Grissom stepped out the tent, now changed.

"Yo," Nick shook Sara and Catherine's tent, "Sidle, let's go."

He heard some unintelligible mutterings from inside.

"Sara," He called, "Sa-ra," he sighed and unzipped the flap.

Sara was sprawled across the mattress, her hair was a tangled mess and she was clutching Catherine's pillow in a death grip. Nick nudged her with his foot, "wakey, wakey."

"Hmm?" Sara grunted, she sat up and it took a moment for Nick's face to come into focus, she flopped back down, "I don't wanna."

"Nick!" Warrick called.

"Coming," Nick called over his shoulder. He looked down at Sara and shook his head. "You know…I don't want to do this." He stepped inside and it took Sara's mind a few moments to process the noise coming out of Nick's mouth.

"Do what?" Sara asked just as Nick pounced on her. (hmm…that's an interesting thought) He pinched her sides and Sara sat up, she tried to get away.

"Stop! Stop!" Sara yelped, "Nick I mean it stop!" Nick peered down at her scowling awake face.

"Okay," he smiled.

"You're a bad man," Sara pouted.

"You love it," Nick replied getting to his feet. He turned to the rest of the CSI's and smiled, "she'll be right out."

The drive to town was short and the group stopped for a cup of coffee (or six) at a nifty little café. Then they set off to spend the better part of the day playing exactly what they were—tourists.

b. r. c. and raven: I think we'll dance on both ships right now, just to keep all the customers satisfied! Thanks again to all those who reviewed, you're too kind!

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