OMG guys - i owe you a MASSIVE apology for not updating for so long. I had the biggest case of writers block. Haven't overcome it but i couldn't make you wait any longer. You can all hate me if you want - i totally understand. I promise though - no more long waits. Luv ya all! mwa!

Grissom's head jerked up, and his eyes met Sara's. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap… this is NOT happening!" He now had to get lost in the bush with the one person who could get under his defenses. He'd even prefer Greg to Sara! He took a deep breath and sank further down into his chair. Catherine stepped up to the hat and pulled out a slip.

"3" She looked at Warrick, and shot him a warm smile. This would be a good opportunity to get to know him on a more personal level. (AN: this story is written pre-Mea Culpa, so the team is still together and Warrick isn't married)

"I guess that means I'm with you Greggo" Nick didn't really mind, away from work Greg was a fun person to hang out with, and he figured that he would need a few laughs over the course of the weekend.

"Okay people, that pretty much wraps it up. We'll meet back here 8:00am on Saturday. That gives us an hour after shift to go home, have a shower, get changed etc." Everyone stood up to get back to work. "Oh, and don't forget the sleeping bags!" If looks could kill, Catherine would've been dead in an instant, considering the glares that came her way.

3 days later, a dreary group of Night-shift CSIs stood in a tight group in the parking lot. At least it wasn't snowing. "Okay everyone, into a car with your partner and follow me and Warrick, and we'll see you when we get there.

"Okay, here we are. This is David" she gestured to a man standing beside her who looked to be in his late forties. He gave them all a friendly wave and a smile.

" Hey guys, well get out your packs and follow me. We'll go up to the hut over there," he pointed to a hut about a hundred meters away."

"Sure" Chorused the rest of the team. They got their packs and headed up to the hut.

"Catherine you are so dead!" Grissom muttered under his breath, jogging to catch up to her. She just smiled and sped up.

"Hurry up Gil, it's cold out here"

"Man, this sucks" muttered Sara. They had been tramping in the bush for over an hour. "I officially give up! Lets just go back to the car"

"Okay. I agree, which makes it unanimous! Let's go!" They headed off, back down the side of the mountain, when Grissom stopped. "Shhh. Do you hear that?" Sara stopped and looked over her shoulder at him, shrugging.

"Probably nothing"

"I don't think so - Sara…" his eyes widened as the sound got louder. He pushed her off the side of the track, into a cave that was nearby. Just as she was protesting that she didn't have her pack, and what the hell was he doing anyway, he pushed her down on to the ground, and threw himself on top of her, shielding her head with his arms.

"Grissom, what the hell has got into…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" But her screams were shattered by the deafening sound that now encased the two of them. The rumbling soon stopped, and a silence descended upon them. "Grissom, what happened?"

"Sara, you have to promise not to freak out okay?" He asked her, reaching into his pack with one hand for the matches, and clutching her hand with the other.

"Okay"

"I think there was an avalanche. I think… I think we might be buried"