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!

"Is that who I think it is?"

"Yeah."

"Well it's about damn time."

Catherine was struggling with the zipper to her tent, just when she finally opened it Greg grabbed a rock and threw it right in her face.

"What the—?" Catherine demanded and Greg made wild hand gestures for her to be quiet. Catherine gave him a perplexed look. Then she looked over and Nick and Warrick, giving them the same bamboozled brow furrowed look, she only wanted to go to the bathroom.

Nick coughed and motioned Catherine over. Catherine sighed and climbed out of her tent, crawling over to where the other's were standing.

"What the hell is going on?" Catherine demanded, "it's two thirty in the morning and I really have to—"

Warrick silenced her with a finger to her lips.

Greg began to giggle, and Nick smacked him.

She jostled Nick out of the way to get a better look.

Catherine peered around the tent to the fire, she turned back, "are they doing what I think they're doing?"

The four of them burst out into sniggers and muffled snorts.

Sara broke away, and narrowed her eyes. "Do you hear that?"

Grissom hadn't heard a damn thing, the only thing he was aware of was Sara and her lips.

"No," he replied in a slightly dazed voice, he leaned back in and Sara pressed her palm against his chest.

"Listen," she looked at him then gestured her head in the direction of the other tents. She rolled her eyes, "stop pouting."

All of a sudden they heard Nick's unmistakable guffaw and the other's shushing him loudly.

Sara shook her head, suddenly she had an idea.

"Shut up!" Catherine hissed but it only made Nick laugh harder.

"They'll hear us."

Grissom rose an eyebrow, Sara stood up and took Grissom's hand and they crossed into the woods.

Catherine peered around the tents again, "they're gone."

"What?"

"They're not there."

"What do you mean they're not there."

"I mean they're not there," Catherine retorted.

"Where could they go?"

"Where do you think?" Warrick asked waggling his eyebrows.

"Catherine, I'm sleeping with you tonight," Nick declared. Then he realized the connotation of his words, "or rather, in the same tent." His face turned a shade of ripe tomatoe and it set them off all over again.

Sara grinned at Grissom, this was going to be good.

Her and Grissom crept through the forest, sneaking up behind the three other CSI's and one Lab rat. Grissom stepped on a twig and it snapped.

"What was that?"

"Old Joe."

"Shut up you!"

"Seriously though…where did they go?"

"They're probably right behind us ready to scare the—"

"BOO!" Sara screamed at the top of her lungs.

"AIIEEEEE!" Catherine, Greg, Nick and Warrick screamed in horror.

"That'll teach you," Sara laughed.

"Perverts," Grissom nodded.

Catherine looked stricken, "Gil…don't ever say that again."

"So," Greg asked innocently, "when's the wedding?"

"I'd better be best man," Warrick declared.

"Me too." Nick nodded.

"You don't have two best mans."

"Why not?"

"Because you just don't."

"Well maybe—"

"Guys!" Grissom yelled. "It's great to know that we're all mature grown ups here."

"I don't know…" Catherine mused, "I think a July wedding might be nice."

"I think it's time we all go to bed." Grissom nodded, "we have to get home tomorrow and it's going to be a long day."

"I don't want to go."

"Me neither."

"Think if we stayed here they'd miss us much?"

Everyone got to their feet and grumbled into their own tents.

"So." Catherine said a few moments after Sara settled into her sleeping bag.

"So?" Sara replied innocently.

"Oh, don't even give me that," Catherine rolled onto her stomach, "woman to woman."

Sara rolled her eyes and leaned over to whisper in Catherine's ear.

"You mean to tell me, he made the first move?"

"I am."

"Really."

"He did."

"Wow…never figured he had it in him." Catherine giggled into her pillow, for some reason she was giggling a lot. The cold water must have gone to her head. "So what are you going to do back home?"

That was a good question…a good question indeed.

"I don't know, take it one step at a time?"

Catherine took it at that, and the two women rolled over and went to bed.

b. r. c. and raven: apparently it was Nick and Griss sharing a tent, just go with it!. Oy! Review and let us know what you think, but no flames! Thanks again to all those who reviewed, you're too kind!