Camping

Authors: bloodredcherry and Raven

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

AN: Oh Geeze…it's almost done. *sniffle* Anyway, yes…this is fiction because obviously they wouldn't get vacation that long! Thanks for coming along for the ride…read on and enjoy!

Once they returned from their impending doom of horror Grissom decided that it'd be best if the gang had a quiet early night. Greg, almost in tears, with his near run in with Skippy decided it best to go directly to sleep. Everyone had a long fitful day, as Catherine was still pulling twigs and a weed like substance from her hair and Nick was still fuming about his run in with his arch nemesis...

Grissom wasn't too tired himself, so he decided to make fire, roast a few marshmallows. They had to go back to Vegas in two days and Grissom wanted to make the best of his vacation. It might be his last for a long, long, LONG time.

By the time things had settled down and tent zippers were zipped it seemed that only Sara and Grissom were the only ones left out around the fire. They sat quietly listening to the crackle and basking in the warmth . Both unsure who should say something first

"Do you want some hot chocolate?" Grissom asked slowly almost afraid to look at the warm and ruffled Sara who was wrapped up in a thick college sweater and wool blanket.

Half asleep she smiled, "I'll love some Gris."

Almost blinded by the impending mountainous darkness, Grissom fumbled relentlessly for the chocolate of hot… finding it he continued grumbling underneath his breath as he searched for the surprise. Turning to the plugged in cooler he finally found what he was looking for…

"Mmmmmm" Sara said smiling at Grissom, "Chocolate of hot, my favorite beverage."

"I'm glad that you like it," Grissom replied in turn. "It is a nice pick me up after a long long day."

"A long day of never-ending doom." Sara corrected as her smile grew wider. "Especially since I don't know how we would explain to the people upstairs how we almost lost two of our top scientists on a bug adventure in Canada to a vicious whirlpool of death."

Grissom looked down to his dirty runner laughing slightly (Gasp Grissom not immaculately clean?!?)

"I hope that you've had fun during the trip," he said slowly.

"Of course I have, I don't think I've had this much fun in years."

At that moment- in a total unpredictable fashion the Canadian wind picked up and made the cool night air even colder. In a total predictable manner Sara heaved her self up out of her chair with a grunt and dragged it closer to the fire and closer to Grissom.

"So," Sara said slowly, shivering even near the fire. "What is the surprise?"

Grissom let out a boyish grin. He knew that Sara would love his surprise, and at that moment he pulled a tub of cool whip from under his lawn chair, "ta da"

Sara's eyes lit up, "Grissom…" she was awestruck. "Wow! How did you know?"

He shrugged, "I just knew."

With that she gave him "the look" and then girlishly threw open the tub of luscious cool of whip dumping half of it into her piping hot cup of chocolatey goodness.

Clutching the cup even tighter a nipply wind blew against them causing Sara to move in closer to the fire taking her free arm and wrapping it around Grissom's arm, pulling him close to her.

"What are you doing?" he asked slowly.

"Keeping warm, silly. What does it look like I'm doing?"

Through the wind and the fire light Grissom realized that Sara had a massive bit of froth on her upper lip.

Grissom let out a snort.

"What?" Sara asked clueless. She furrowed her brow, and shifted her eyes.

"You've got something on your face" he pointed to his own face making graphic gestures.

Sara wiped her chin and everywhere else except her upper lip.

"You missed it," he giggled obviously having a grand ol'e time.

"Wha?" the bit her lip, "Then could you get it for me?"

Leaning in, he was sly as a fox and instead of doing what was expected Grissom kissed Sara full on the lips pulling her closer by wrapping his hands behind her head at the nape of her neck. She didn't object at all and wrapped her wool blanket around his shoulders to shield both of them from the cold.

b. r. c. and Raven: Isn't it so romantical!? *wipes a tear from her eye* Review and let us know what you think—non G/S'ers and all but no flames!