"Play dead"
"For sure." she whispered back
Slipping his shirt back on, he popped the hatch and saw Grissom and Greg standing there with puzzled looks on their faces. Still thinking on his feet, so to speak, he came up with something else.
"Yeah, Sara just scratched me with her toe nails."
Trying not to laugh, Greg turned away, while Grissom craned his neck to try for a look inside the truck. Sara was still and silent as she listened to Jim and Grissom talking.
"Did you guys hear that noise a little while ago? It sounded like some huge gnarly beast." Jim asked, trying to shift the subject
"I heard something, but I don't know what it was. Look, lets try to get back to sleep and we'll start back up at sun up" Grissom directed
"Sounds like a plan." Greg said, walking back to the truck
In their truck Greg and Grissom managed to fall back asleep secure in the knowledge that everything was as fine as it was going to be for the time being. Not wanting to do anymore talking, Grissom just rolled over onto his side and pulled the sleeping bag up over his head and tried to tune out Greg's snoring.
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"Its safe. You can come out now." Jim whispered
Reaching over and carefully peeling the bag back, Jim smiled. He would have liked to have picked up where they left off, but the gentleman in him kept his mouth and his fly shut, instead he suggested a sort of retaliation for Grissom and Greg's poorly timed visit. Conspiring in hushed tones, they came up with something purely genius.
They'd wait for about an hour to make certain that both men were asleep and then they would unleash hell and fear the likes of which no one had ever experienced before. At least that's the way it sounded while they were discussing the plan, while they were still very inebriated.
"So I'll do my thing and you'll do yours. Deal?" he commented
"Oh, you've got yourself a deal, man."
Sitting in silence, they quickly became giddy from thoughts of the reaction that their prank might elicit, and after only 30 minutes they bagged the plan to wait for an hour and redressed themselves. Sara was having problems with her shirt and kept either putting it on backwards or inside out. For his part, Jim was having a hell of a time trying to tie his shoes, so he went without as they slowly and very quietly opened the hatch and crept up on the truck, listening carefully. Sara listened up front and Jim listened in back, and hearing two trains (snoring men) they giggled silently and put their plan into effect.
Jim crouched down and let out with a great sort of snaggle from his nose and back of his throat. He sounded like some great re historic beast and as he continued to make some very frightening sounds, Sara could hear Grissom and Greg moving around inside.
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"Griss, did you hear that"
"Yeah, I did. It sounded really close." he said, sitting up and instinctively grabbing his gun
Switching the safety off, he crawled to his knees and pressed his face up to the hatch to see outside. Seeing nothing, he jumped again when there was more noise.
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Pitching her voice, such as it was, very high, Sara gave a squeal jumped on the back bumper, staying low and in the blind spot so as not to be seen. With she holding onto the roof rack and Jim leaning heavily on the front bumper, still out of sight, they shook the truck like two lust driven teenagers. From her position Sara could hear the frightened whispers within.
"What the hell was that?" Greg shouted, cowering in the foot space of the passenger side
"I don't know, but whatever it is its huge; the whole damn truck is shaking." he said, his gun shaking in his hand
"Can you see anything"
"Not a damn thing, but it sounds like nothing I've ever heard before"
"It sounded like two of them. One growl was really low and the other sounded like some guy with his nuts in a vise" Greg whispered
"This is amazing. A real human encounter with some mythological creature." Grissom whispered, fishing around for his camera
Hearing Grissom's rifling and seeing the top of the flash of the picture snapper, Greg wondered what the hell Grissom was thinking. They were quite possibly in real mortal terror and this man wanted to capture it on film, Greg thought he was nuts.
"We're gonna be eaten alive by Sasquatch and you're taking pictures? Just be sure to get my face while its eating my legs, ok?" Greg snapped
"Its not Sasquatch, Greg, its RaRa. And no one's seen it in over 175 years, I'd be an idiot not to get photographic documentation."
"Yeah, well, you'll be a fool with some good shots, then, right"
"Precisely"
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Giving a few last few good shakes, growls and squeals, Jim and Sara ht footed it back to their truck, and having left the hatch open, jumped back in and slowly closed the gate. They flew under the covers and pretended to be asleep in the off chance that Grissom and Greg came running over. However, since it was still dark and sun up not due for another couple of hours, they figured they had some time to revel in their superiority where pranks are concerned.
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"Is it gone?" Greg asked, still cowering
"I think so. Its quiet and still. I wonder if Jim and Sara heard it. This is amazing." Grissom said, fogging up the window
It was just after sun-up and as Greg and Grissom put their shoes on and climbed out of their truck they looked around on the ground for evidence of tracks, scat or something else to photograph. Finding nothing save for what appeared to be soil disturbance, they walked over to the other truck and knocked on the hatch.
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"Honey, someone's at the door." Sara mumbled, half asleep
Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, Jim covered up Sara's nearly bare upper torso and tucked a lock of air behind her ear. Crawling on his hands and knees, Jim opened the hatch and saw Grissom and Greg standing there, Grissom with his camera and Greg with what appeared to be bed head, but given his penchant for bizarre hair styles, Jim couldn't be sure. Looking around, Jim offered a sleepy, sloppy grin.
"What's up?" he asked
In stunned disbelief that he seemed to be clueless, Gil explained things while Jim crawled out and closed the hatch behind him so as not to wake Sara with their discussion. Walking to the tree line, Jim watered the bushes while Grissom filled him in.
"You guys didn't hear anything this morning"
"No, why"
"Some great whatever was screaming and climbed all over the truck. I thought we were gonna be eaten alive." Greg said, pacing back and forth
"Nothing so grand as that, but it sounded like there were two of them, which would give credence to my theory, that its not just the one. I think it was a male and female. It sounded like a banshee and something else with a stuffed up nose" Gil explained
"Huh. Well, we didn't hear a thing." Jim said, trying not to laugh
"I tried to get pictures of it, but we never saw a thing, just heard and felt." Greg added
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In the truck Sara was listening to everything and while Jim was covering up their activities of that morning, she was still under the unzipped bag laughing her ass off. After a few minutes Jim came back and closed the hatch behind him. Sitting beside her Indian style, Jim pulled back the covers and grinned that grin that Sara knew meant that he was up to no good.
"They bought it, hook, line and stinker"
"Good, we'll have to be more creative tonight, then." she replied