-UNEXPECTED OASIS-

Greg and Sara wake up in an interesting situation. Characters not mine. It jumps around a bit...

"Here." Greg said, handing her her bag. "You need a bathing suit."

She looked from the bag that he'd flung into her arms back to him. "Dare I ask what for?"

"That, Oh beautiful wife of mine," he grinned, promptly receiving a punch in the arm. "Is a surprise. And beating it out of me will not work. Now," he shoved her gently toward the bathroom. "Go change."

"I'm going…" she agreed, closing the door behind her.

Greg's jaw dropped as she stepped out a moment later, his shirt pulled halfway over his head.

She looked embarrassed, he knew her well enough to tell. "Ugh… Apparently I packed bathing suits I didn't even know I had…" she said, trying to break the awkward silence.

He had yet to regain the ability to form a complete sentence. The aqua blue halter top tied on both sides, as did the bottoms, which were black with a matching ring of blue around the waist of them. Not what he had had in mind…

"Umm… Wow…" he finally managed. "You might wanna pull a shirt on over that, we have to stop somewhere else before we hit the beach," Greg tossed her one of his baggy shirts.

She looked grateful. "Thank you."

"Well," he sighed, grabbing a bag and tossing a few towels and a few other things in. "Let's go."

"If I ask where I'm still not gonna get an answer am I?"

Greg shook his head, taking her hand and pulling her out of the room. "You'll like it. That's all you're getting out of me."

Several minutes later Greg had the both of them standing inside one of the shops on the beach. "Okay. We need goggles, snorkels, and flippers," he listed off the items they'd need, walking toward the large assortment of neon colored goggles.

"Try these." He handed her a pair, "Just push the mask against your face; if it stays there, it fits."

Sara did as he told her and pressed the mask against her face. It fell to the floor. "I'm going to assume that's a no…" she said, setting it back with the rest.

Three pairs later, Greg had finally managed to locate a pair that fit her, they were neon pink, and if you stared at them too long your corneas might start complaining, but they fit. It had only taken him a moment to locate a pair, his were neon green.

"Go grab two snorkels from that pile over there." He told her, heading toward flippers himself.

She reappeared beside him a moment later. "Are these okay?"

Greg nodded, handing her a pair of flippers. "Try these."

"Yeah, they fit."

"Then we're set." He said, taking a pair for himself and heading to the man in charge of the shop.

After buying the equipment, Greg led her out to the beach. "Come on! Let's go!" he smiled, sitting down on the bench near where the ferry would make its scheduled stop and take them to the reefs.

"Alright, already. No need to get pushy." She said, sitting down beside him. "So, we're snorkeling?"

He nodded. "No, we're skydiving," he teased. "Yes, we're going snorkeling."

Sara smiled. "I always wanted to do that."

"I know, you told me once. We had a case at the aquarium and you said something about it."

"And you remembered." she grinned.

He laughed. "Of course I remembered, though I don't think Grissom has yet to grasp the vegetarian concept. Oh, look. The boat's here." He said, pulling her to her feet.

Several minutes later they were at the location Greg had wanted to go snorkeling at and he quickly explained to Sara how to clear her snorkel and clean her goggles.

"Wow…" It's beautiful." Sara smiled, looking to Greg who had come up for aim at the same time she had.

He nodded. "Yeah, it is. Did you see that school of fish?" he asked.

She'd missed his question; she was under again, spotting the swarm of yellow fish herself.

Greg laughed and dived down again, swimming beside her. Sara reached out and grabbed his hand, going a few feet deeper.

After some time they finally decided to head in as most of the fish had left and you could only dunk somebody so many times before they grew irritated with it and got you back.

"So, what did you think?" Greg asked, sitting on the ferry, wrapped in a Spongebob Squarepants towel, Sara beside him in a normal beach towel.

"It was amazing," she replied, smiling. "Thanks for thinking of it."

He pulled her into a hug. "I do anything for you." He whispered in her ear as they pulled back to the beach.

"Greg," Sara said, turning to face him as they stepped into the soft sand. "Can we just sit around on the beach for a while?"

He nodded, spreading out his towel. "Sure." He agreed, pulling her down to sit next to him, her towel still wrapped around her frame.

They laid there for what seemed like forever, both drifting to sleep, Sara locked tightly in his arms.

"Sara." Greg said quietly, leaning up to see that the tide had started to come in and would have soaked them soon. "Wake up."

She yawned, pulling herself into a sitting position. "What?"

"We fell asleep."

"Ah, no wonder I'm so hungry, it's nearly sunset." She said, looking at the waterproof watch that was still on her wrist.

After shaking his towel out and hanging it around his shoulders, he looked around, spotting a small restaurant that joined with their hotel. "You wanna get some food?" he asked, looking to her.

"Okay," she nodded, following him over. The small cafe was near the hotel pool, which faced the beach; lighted torches surrounded the area giving off a subtle glow.

Greg ordered a Hawaiian shrimp dish which Sara ordered as well.

"C'mere." Greg said, dangling his feet in the pool as they waited for their food. Sara sat down next to him and he wrapped his arms around her. "See, this isn't turning out too bad."

She shook her head. "No, it's not." She smiled, her head resting against his shoulder, the sun setting before them.

He, rather apprehensively, took this opportunity to lean down, pressing his lips lightly to hers.

Okay, I'm sorry this took so long to get up. Hope you like it! Enjoy and Review!