A/N: I will WRITE ON in hopes that people will start telling me what you think. Even just "hi you suck" or something would make me happy! Anyways, hope those of you who are reading are enjoying it so far! You guys mean the world to me and you are the reason I keep writing! This chapter is for orangebronco, who is a great writer and a sweetheart, and Jamie L. and Islanders-15, who have stuck with me from the very beginning. WARNING: Lots and lots of fluff here!

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Sara couldn't sleep. It wasn't that the ground was too hard, or that Gregs' snoring was keeping her awake; it was the fact that Grissom had come so close to kissing her again… in fact, he had kissed her on the head. And they had danced again…to Sara, it was like she was trying to keep a list in her head of all the things Grissom had done on his own today; he had followed her to the hospital, let her cry on his shoulder, caught her when she fell, let her sit down instead of him, held her in his arms, kissed her head, come close, so close, to kissing her again, become protective when Catherine tackled her and had danced with her. Rolling over, Sara tried to relax but she couldn't. She trashed around restlessly for a moment, then got up and dragged her sleeping bag out of the tent.

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The stars were all shining brightly and there was no moon. Sara was staring up at it appreciatively when she tripped over something and fell. Moaning, she tried to sit up and found that Grissom was holding her again.

"Sara! Are you alright?" She looked behind her and saw Grissoms' sleeping bag was what she had tripped over, probably with Grissom in it.

"Griss… did I kick you?" She groaned softly, rubbing her head.

"No, I'm fine… are you?"

"Yeah… I'm just a little tired," Sara yawned widely. "Sorry… I probably have bean breath." Grissom just smiled at her. Sara stood and leaned over to grab her sleeping bag. She held it up and noticed that the zipper had come off when she had fallen. "Shit…" the whole sleeping bag was now like a blanket. Grissom had already crawled into his bag and looked over at Sara.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing… my sleeping bag just broke," she said, her attitude deflated. She held it out for Grissom to see. Everything was quiet for a moment.

"Grissom?"

"Come here, Sara." Grissoms' voice was breathy and a bit hesitant. Sara crawled over, dragging her sleeping bag behind her. Grissom was standing and holding out his sleeping bag to Sara. She shook her head.

"You'll freeze."

"So would you, without a sleeping bag."

"Well, it's my fault to begin with." Grissom seemed to be deep in thought. Then he slowly unzipped his sleeping bag completely. Sara watched as he spread it out on the ground.

"May I?" He reached for her sleeping bag. Curious, Sara handed it to him. He spread that out over his and looked nervously at Sara. She stared for a moment, and then she got it.

Holy shit.

"Is… this all right with you?" Grissoms' voice was shaking a little, but his eyes beamed with sureness. "This way neither of us will get cold." He slid in between the two sleeping bags and turned over away from Sara, ignoring how fast his heart was beating. He felt Sara slide in slowly next to him about a foot away. Relieved, Grissom turned onto his back to look at the stars. He didn't notice Sara gazing at him, a dreamlike look on her face.

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Grissom was just nodding off when he felt Sara edge closer. Unsure of what to do, Grissom held his breath the held still. He could feel her sit up and look at him. Then her fingers gently touched his cheek. Grissom suddenly had an image of himself grabbing her hand and kissing her fingers. She lay back down, and Grissom relaxed. Then her hand traced along his arm and into his hand. She intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand gently. Automatically, Grissom squeezed hers back. She shrieked and jumped up, her hands covering her mouth.

"Dammit, Grissom! I thought you were asleep!" He looked at her horror-struck face for a moment.

"Sara… you don't have anything to be embarrassed about."

"I was taking advantage of you…" Grissom raised an eyebrow and Sara glared. "Not like that, and you know it."

"Sara…" Grissom was at a loss for words, so he did the only thing he could think of. He reached out and gently grabbed her hand. Sara just watched. He kissed the back of her hand softly and she eased down. Grissom slowly pulled her closer, watching as she gazed up at him, trust filling her eyes. He paused for a moment, and then wrapped his arms around her. Sara continued to gaze into his eyes, her own eyes widening. She snaked her arms around his waist and squeezed him tight. Looking into each others' eyes, they touched foreheads gently, never looking away from each other. Sara soon drifted off to sleep, her arms still wrapped around Grissom.

"Sara," he whispered. She didn't move. He shifted slightly and touched her lips to his. It felt so good just lying there with her. He closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

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Birds were chirping, and Grissom woke up. The bright sunlight streamed through the trees and he let his head fall to the side. That's when he saw Sara, a small smile on her face as she slumbered. Grissom smiled and kissed her gently. He sat up slowly; Sara grumbled and let go of his waist, still sleeping. Grissom resisted the urge to lie back down, but he knew soon everyone would be waking up and he didn't want them to get the wrong idea. He smiled, and then looked around the campsite.

Catherine was sitting on a log about three feet away, looking innocently up at the sky and sipping on a mug of coffee.

Grissom jumped up, stammering.

"Catherine… I… no, we didn't… you see, her sleeping bag… it was cold… did anyone else see?" Catherine smiled a little and shook her head.

"Nah, they're still asleep. And if you're worried that I'm going to tell? I'm not. I think it's great you're finally accepting her. She's cried enough already." Grissom was confused, but thankful. Catherine smiled and continued to drink her coffee.

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The cold water trickled down Grissoms' back as he surfaced. He was washing off in the lake before anyone woke up. He swam over to the bank and grabbed the bar of soap. Walking back to the middle of the lake, he got ready to go back under when he heard someone humming. He slowly and silently turned to see Sara walking towards the lake, looking down at her feet and wrapped in a towel. Grissom tried to call out, but his voice was stuck in his throat. He was Sara start to take off her towel and he quickly dunked under the water. He couldn't hear anything, but he was sure Sara was in the water by now. Slowly, he stuck only his head out of the water. Sara was faced away from him, waist-deep in the water and leaning over to splash her face with water. She was still humming happily. Grissom smiled as he watched her go under, and then realized she could come up facing the other way. Quickly, he swam towards the shore. However, before he got anywhere close, Sara came back up for air. Grissom stood, froze, and then slowly turned. Sara was staring at his with her mouth wide open. Her body was under the water, so all Grissom could see were her wide eyes and shocked expression. He tried to speak again, but all that came out was a sigh.

"What… what are you doing here, Grissom?"

"Washing," Grissom managed, clearing his throat. Sara continued to stare at him. He watched as her eyes slipped from his eyes to trail down his chest and back up to his eyes. Grissom, feeling self conscious, lowered himself into the water and started to swim towards Sara.

"Don't come over here, I'm naked!" She yelped.

"Sara?"

"Oh shit! Is that Catherine?"

"I think so…" Grissom saw Saras' face pale.

"She… she's going to get the wrong idea."

"What can we do?"

"Guys?"

Slowly, they both turned to the bank and saw Catherine staring in disbelief. They both shook their head at her, gaping like fishes.

"Cath, don't-"

"Seriously, please-"

"We didn't-"

"It was an accident-"

"The secrets I keep for you guys." Sighing, Catherine walked back to the camp.

"What… does she mean, Griss?"

"Well, she sort of… woke up before I did this morning."

"Are you kidding me?" She hissed.

"She promised not to tell anyone."

"Is there anything she doesn't know about us?"

Us.

Grissom tried to focus, but all of the sudden, all he could think of was that word. Us. It was just a little word, but it made them like one. Grissom shook his head, smiling, and tried to focus on Sara. She had, however, obviously realized he was spacing out and had scrambled out of the water as was now safely wrapped in a towel. Grissom stared up at her. She smiled a little at him and walked away. Grissom just floated in the water for a moment, then got up and went after her.

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A./N: Yay! Me lurved the fluff! Sorry it's so short, but there's only so much fluff a person can take in one chapter! Maybe more on the way… who know?