Bear Witness
Summary: Bear with me as I offer up another chapter based on this week's Unbound Improv challenge. First and last lines are provided, with 1,000 words to fill in the rest.
A/N: Blame the usual suspects for this!
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Do I look like Sumner Redstone? Of course I don't own CSI.

Chapter 7

"The sex was incredible."

Grissom's smile turned into a grimace as he froze in mid-stretch. Unlike his previous nap, this one had been free of bawdy bear-induced nightmares. In fact, his dreams had been rather pleasant. A blush crept under his beard as he wondered if that one dream had gone a little too far; thoughts that his body had found yet another way to embarrass him caused a mild panic.

Quickly, he completed a mental checklist. His boxers were on, and there was no immediately obvious evidence of what Sara suggested. Unable to discern the reason for her statement, his eyes darted to his side. She was watching him, one eyebrow raised in amusement. Seeing his discomfort, she laughed and nodded towards the television set. On the screen, a pair of rather large bears were in the process of procreating the species.

"You have to be kidding," he groaned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Glancing back at the television, he wondered when nature specials began including tacky music during the more delicate scenes.

Still laughing, Sara reached over to shift the pillows behind his back. "The only things on are adult movies or a show about Kodiak bears."

"There's a difference?"

"Not really. I'm pretty sure they've edited this special. I don't think bears are the porn stars of the forest in real life."

"And you've been watching this?"

"I was bored," Sara replied with a shrug. "I didn't want to wake you up, and you do not want to see the reading material in here. Besides, I was trying to find a news report to see if the road had been reopened."

"In a hurry to get out of here?" Grissom asked.

"Damn straight."

He chuckled softly at her adamant tone. Leaning back against the headboard, he drabbed his arm around her shoulder, smiling contentedly when she settled against him. Despite their horrendous surroundings, this trip had turned out far better than he ever dreamt possible. His free hand came over to brush her cheek softly. When she tilted her head towards him, Grissom took the opportunity to kiss her. Others followed, but the watching bears continued to curb their passion. The make-shift make-out session lingered as they gradually grew bolder in their advances as thoughts of the watching bears were replaced with more pleasant images.

Then Grissom pulled back, turning his head and sneezing loudly.

Grabbing the box of tissues, he muttered about his immune system's terrible timing. Sara was watching him with concern, but he didn't acknowledge it. Ever since he was a child, Grissom hated to have anyone fuss over him. It was going to take him some time to get used to having someone who cared about him.

"What about the radio?" Grissom asked, throwing away the tissues. He gave her a weak smile, belatedly hoping he hadn't infected her as well.

"No luck. I think it's safe to assume that they are themed to go with the rooms. We had 'Teddy Bear'," she said, pointing over her shoulder to the neighboring room. "You missed multiple choruses of 'Rubber Ducky'."

"Joy of joys."

Sara smirked in his direction, giving his cheek a quick peck before climbing out of the bed. She stretched slowly as she headed towards the bathroom. "The rain stopped about an hour ago. I'll go check with the front desk, or at the gas station, see if there's any word about the roads."

Taking her jeans off of the shower rod, she was surprised to find Grissom leaning against the doorframe, and her face flushed under his open examination. "What?"

Flashing her a smile, he walked into the bathroom as well, heading to the towel rack on the far wall. There, he glared at his still damp clothing in distaste. "I'll go with you."

"You should be in bed."

"It's not nearly as much fun when you're not there," he deadpanned as he forced his way into his squishy jeans. "Besides, I still owe you dinner."

"Breakfast. Ecklie said the only thing edible at the diner were the pancakes."

Grissom turned back to her, and his eyes dropped. She'd taken the towel off, and he had his first unobstructed view of her legs. Thoughts of the road diminished as he leisurely drug his eyes upwards. It was the towel dropping back into place that caused him to look at her face.

Sara tried to give him a mildly irritated glare, but her deep blush showed her embarrassment. Realizing he was making her uncomfortable, he grabbed the rest of his clothes and headed back to the bedroom.

Grissom was staring at the television with a quizzical expression. The same pair of bears – as far as he could tell – had yet to complete one of nature's essential acts. His discomfort grew until he turned off the animal porn. Unfortunately, the room offered little else in the way of distractions.

When she exited the bathroom, Sara shrugged in his direction and rolled her eyes. Seeing the remnants of the blush, he walked over and drew her into a bear hug. His hands stroked her back until she relaxed.

"Shall we?" Grissom asked, pointing towards the door.

Sara left the room first, and she promptly tried to push him back into their room. Her efforts were unsuccessful. She shook her head rapidly, but he continued to stare at the man entering the room across the hallway. Grissom turned to her with a curious expression, pointing at the now-closed door.

"Why is he wearing a gorilla suit?"