Rollercoaster's
Greg and Sara get stuck on a rollercoaster, this will definitely prove interesting…
Sandle fic of course. Characters aren't mine and never will be, nor am I responsible for anything Greg starts singing…
Chapter 5: 1:27 am
"Greg?" she asked; her head now rested on his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
Her eyes were closed. "What time is it?"
Glancing at the glowing numbers on his watch he sighed. "Almost 1:30."
"We're gonna be up here forever."
"Which would be worse: Being stuck up here with me or trapped with all the bugs in Grissom's office?" He asked, trying to keep her awake a bit longer.
"I thought we ended this game?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm bored again."
Without any further hesitation she replied. "The Bugs and Grissom. Up here is much more interesting." She said, opening her eyes to look up at him.
He was surprised, to say the least. "Really?"
She nodded. "Really. Been over Grissom for a long time."
That also surprised him. "I didn't know that."
"Well, now you do." She replied, her head returning to his shoulder.
He smiled, "We're liable to get hypothermia up here." He told her, another reason he was trying to keep her awake.
She shrugged. "I know. Not sleeping."
Greg laughed at her Tarzan talk. He pulled her closer, attempting to keep her warm in the slight wind that had picked up.
"I'm not stupid enough to say 'It can't get any worse' because I know it can so if you can think of something to keep my mind off that thought I'm all for it." She said; her eyes still closed.
He opened his mouth to reply but she cut him off, adding to her previous statement as she snuggled against his side. "And keep your mind out of the gutter."
Greg sighed in mock defeat; his mind actually hadn't been in the gutter, well not that far in the gutter.
"Hmmm…" he thought. (a lightbulb just went off above MY head)
She looked up at him. "Anything?" He shook his head. "Do you have a pen?"
"Ugh…" he checked his pockets, pulling one out. "Here. Dare I ask what it's for?"
Sara didn't answer, simply grabbed his arm and started drawing on it. "Yes, I am that bored…" she said. (I'm attempting to type whilst attempting not to laugh at my brother who has taken to labeling his bones with a highlighter… and I thought I was weird XD)
He looked down at his arm. "What are you drawing?" he asked, curious.
"You'll see." After a moment she released his arm and he just laughed upon seeing the slightly off-centered skeleton drawn on his forearm.
He smiled at her, taking the pen and taking her arm. "My turn."
"What did I start?" she asked herself as he set to work.
"There," he said a moment later, returning her arm and the pen. She admired the shooting star he'd drawn.
She took his other arm. This time it didn't take her as long, he watched her make a matching star on his arm and he smiled at her.
Greg took the pen, an idea in mind, but was rather disappointed tom find that they pen was now dead. "Aww…" he pouted, dropping it on the floor of the rollercoaster.
"What were you gonna draw?" Sara asked, curious.
He sighed, looking down, seemingly gathering the courage he'd lost with the death of his pen. "Well, I wasn't going to draw. I was going to write. But it might be easier to show you what I was implying with the writing." He leaned down and kissed her lightly.
Ta-da! A kiss! And… its 5 am and I'm going to bed before I get in trouble again. Goodnight, I'll update more soon! Review!
