Unexpected Oasis
Greg and Sara wake up in an unfamiliar situation. Characters are not mine.
"Hawaii?" Sara yelled, "How the hell did we end up in Hawaii?"
Greg took a step away from his rather irritable friend, trying to avoid putting himself between her and the current object of her rage, namely the telephone with whom she was talking to Warrick and Catherine on.
"You guys called us at three in the morning saying that you needed a flight booked to Hawaii and hotel reservations." Catherine informed them. "If we had thought you were drunk I wouldn't have gotten you on the plane. "
Sara was pacing the floor of their hotel room, glaring at him out of the corner of her eye.
'I can think of worse things than waking up married, next to Sara Sidle. Winning the lottery for example…' he mused to himself, listening to Warrick and Catherine ramble on about what the two of them had been like last night.
It had been both of their nights off and Greg had called and asked Sara if she wanted to go grab a drink. 'A drink' had apparently turned into several drinks, which had in turn led to drunken admissions of love and quick trips to both of their apartments. He vaguely remembered one of the many wedding chapels along the strip and cursed himself for not remembering anything further. Though, based on the look of the room, whatever they'd done was no match for the sheets on the bed. And he had yet to locate his shirt.
"Okay. I'm gonna try and get us out of here." Sara said, quickly hanging up the phone a moment later.
Greg let out a quiet sigh of disappointment; he wouldn't mind being stuck here with her, provided she didn't try to kill him.
He watched as she called the airport, his attention turning fully on her when she started glaring at the phone. "How can you not have any flights off of the island, if there are flights in…?" she commented sharply into the receiver.
There was a brief pause in which Greg was sure that if it were possible Sara would've reached through the phone and strangled the unfortunate individual on the other end of the line.
"ALL the flights are booked in advance…? Until when?"
Another short pause, Greg noted as he looked under the bed for his missing shirt. "Grrr…" he mumbled going to check any other possible location his shirt could have ended up in.
"A week! Well, I'm sorry, next time I get married in a drunken moment, I'll plan a week ahead!" she yelled and hung up the phone.
Greg froze, poking his head out of the closet that had apparently been hiding his shirt along with two medium sized suitcases. "Aside from the airport part, I think you did." He said, gesturing to her bag.
"We'll be here for the rest of the week, unless you can sprout wings and fly." She sighed, seeming to accept that this was the situation they were currently stuck in.
Okay… that shed a little light on the situation. I'll update again soon! Review!