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Camping

Sara opened her eyes, staring up at the roof of the tent. She heard rustling and looked over to see Catherine trying to shove her sleeping bag into its bag. Catherine's suitcase was already packed and sitting on the foamy.

Sara sat up and rubbed her eyes. "I wonder they'll miss us back in Vegas if we never come back." She climbed out of her suitcase, and heard the sound of Nick and Grissom talking.

Grissom, the events from the night before suddenly came back to her and her face flushed. Sara unzipped her suitcase hastily, turning away from Catherine so that the older CSI couldn't see her blushing.

Sara, blushing!

You've got it bad, she realized, as she pushed the contents of her suitcase around, she changed quickly into a pair of shorts and a tank top, she put her pajamas inside the bag and zipped it shut. Then she rolled her sleeping bag up tightly, thankfully she didn't have to struggle with a bag like Catherine did.

"Stupid. Piece." Cath grunted, as she punched at her sleeping bag. She glared at it, and Sara smirked.

"You tell that sleeping bag," she said.

Catherine held out the bag to Sara, "maybe if we both did it," Sara took hold of the bag, "you push and I'll pull." They both wrestled with the green sleeping bag, and loud grunts and cussing could be heard from inside the tent.

Nick quirked an eyebrow, "you ladies all right in there?" He asked.

Suddenly he heard a loud whoop of victory, he walked over and unzipped the tent, and he saw Catherine holding her sleeping bag. Both ladies were breathing hard, and Catherine tossed the sleeping bag next to her suitcase.

Finally Catherine and Sara climbed out of the tent. Sara hung back, pretending to look at the little piece of paper attached to the stump that declared what camp site they were in. It said they had to be out by twelve noon. She wasn't ready to go over to the table where Grissom was pouring Catherine a steaming cup of java.

What if he acted like nothing happened? As silly as it was Sara believed they had made a real connection the night before and maybe, finally they could move forward. Sara wasn't asking for forever but she couldn't handle the thought of rejection.

"Hiding?"

Sara looked over at Warrick, who leaned over to unzip the girl's tent.

"I have tent duty," Warrick said by way of explanation as he pulled out Sara and Catherine's suitcases and sleeping bags.

"Hiding from what?" Sara demanded, "I'm not hiding, I'm merely enjoying the view, look at all that… foliage."

"Yeah," Warrick played along, "it's real green." He looked at her pointedly and she shifted from foot to foot.

She wasn't hiding— avoiding the situation maybe but never hiding.

"You're going to have to talk to him eventually," Warrick said, as he began to pull out the pins of the tent.

"I plan to, eventually." Just to prove her point Sara moved a few steps over towards Grissom. Just play it cool, she told herself, she set a wide smile on her face and strode over to where Grissom was dealing out the caffeine.

Grissom saw her and dumped a steaming cup of coffee right onto the picnic table.

"Sara." Grissom said.

"Gil." Sara replied.

They stood there awkwardly for a moment before Grissom put down the coffee pot. He reached out and brushed his fingers across Sara's cheek. She noticed the pink in his cheeks and she felt a smile quirk the corners of her lips.

"Your hair looks good like that," Grissom said.

"Like what?" Greg perked up, "unwashed?" Catherine reached over from where she stood beside Greg and slapped him upside the head.

"I meant up," Grissom said and Sara vowed to wear her hair back in a pony tale more often.

Catherine watched the couple from where she stood beside the dwindling fire, Greg was poking at it with a stick, Nick wouldn't let him restart it, they were leaving soon and it probably wouldn't go over too well if their unattended fire burnt down half the National Park.

Nick ran his hands over his face, the past few days had been some much needed relaxation and now, as he hauled his and Grissom's suitcases over to the SUV he realized how important it was to take breaks like this. To get back into nature, breathe the fresh air, go screaming down a good rapid.

Nick had really appreciated the chance to get to know his team outside of the workplace, and he hoped to soon have that chance again.

"Lindsey would love this," Catherine said to no one in particular.

Greg kept poking at the fire, while occasionally looking over his shoulder. He was so certain he heard chattering, if he never saw a squirrel again it would be too soon. He looked around at his team, knowing that they would all jump at the chance to tell the rest of the lab about Greg's little Rodent Incident.

"Hey," Nick said to Greg, seeing the look of near betrayal on his face. "I don't know about the others but what happens in Jasper stays in Jasper with me."

Greg blinked, and then he smiled, "thanks man."

Catherine smirked, as Greg turned his pleading eyes towards her. She let him squirm for a few moments before she winked.

Warrick was still taking down Sara and Catherine's tent; he tucked everything into the box and closed it up. He looked across the camp site, to where Grissom and Sara were conversing standing close together, both sipping at their coffee. Then he looked over to where Catherine and Greg were laughing.

"Need help?" Nick asked, coming up beside Warrick and the two of them brought the tent and Catherine and Sara's gear over to the SUV.

"I don't want to leave," Sara said.

Grissom smirked, "I remember when you didn't even want to come."

Sara shrugged, "I'm glad that you made me," Sara jostled Grissom with her elbow. "Did you get everything you wanted?"

Grissom looked at her, his brow furrowed.

"I mean the bugs." Sara said quickly, "did you get all the specimens you wanted?"

Grissom nodded, he then looked out towards the road, and he smiled to himself.

Epilogue

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"I'm not sitting in the back!" Greg declared.

"Well I'm sitting in the front!" Sara declared.

"I'm driving," Catherine said, "and Greg, get in the back or I'll be forced to call the wrath of Skippy upon you and I mean it. We told Brass we would be back by eight tomorrow night and if we don't leave now we won't make it."

Grissom was sitting in the back and Greg climbed in beside him, Nick pushed the seat back before settling into the front with Warrick.

"Okay children," Catherine said, "are we ready to go?"

Sara looked down at the list she held in her hand, they'd gone over the campsite twice, poured dirt over their fire, put all their garbage into the appropriate bear proof receptacles. They had all their sleeping bags and suitcases and tents and coolers crammed into the trunk space. Sara nodded to Catherine.

"We're a go."

Catherine started up the engine and took a deep breath before she shifted the car into drive. She felt sadness pull at her heart as she pulled out of the campsite, heading down the road towards the shack where they would pay for their stay.

They paid the ranger who was sitting in the shack and then she pulled out of the campground and headed towards the highway.

"Hey," Greg spoke up, "how about we turn on the radio?" There was a beat before everyone shouted:

"No!"

Fini

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