SEVEN GO ON HOLIDAY CHAPTER EIGHT: SHALL WE DRAW PICTURES ON GREG'S FACE?
An hour later, and the group of CSIs had assembled back at the minibus. They had to wait outside because Nick and Warrick had decided to take their time walking back to the vehicle, and they had the keys.
When the pair finally ambled up, Brass walked over to them. "You've gotta help me," he whispered. "There is no way I'm sitting next to Sanders. Warrick, is it okay if I sit in front?"
Warrick shrugged. "Doesn't bother me," he said agreeably. "I'm gonna sit next to Catherine." He took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door, ignoring the looks that Nick and Brass exchanged.
"I think someone is falling for someone else," Nick murmured to Brass.
"Yeah, and I thought one pair of lovebirds was enough on this trip. Mind you," he added. "I'm not complaining. I don't have to sit next to Greg."
Greg wondered why everybody was going round talking in hushed voices. Must be planning a surprise for me, he thought.
The CSIs were half an hour through the second leg of their journey to California. The initial anticipation and jollity had died down, and most of the group was preoccupied with getting some sleep. Both Sara and Grissom had dozed off, with Grissom leaning against the window, having traded places with Sara. Sara was resting her head on his shoulder, and his arm was around her. Catherine and Warrick were sitting alone in order to discredit any speculations that there was anything going on between them. Warrick was sitting with his head flipped back, his mouth wide open, a sound equivalent to the eruption of Mt. St. Helens escaping the gaping hole in his face. In contrast, Catherine was tucked up in her seat, her back to the window, resting on the frame, and her head lolled to one side against the back of the seat. She made no noise. Greg was snoring peacefully.
Grissom awoke with a start. He had been having trouble getting off to sleep, and now, with Motor Mouth Brown in attendance and going full steam ahead, he doubted he'd be able to get back to sleep. He looked down at Sara and saw that her eyes were open. "I have an idea," he whispered to her.
Sara looked at Grissom curiously, and to answer her, he opened his bag and took out a black marker pen. "There's two people I wanna get," he explained. "Motor Mouth and Lab Rat."
Sara grinned in excitement.
Nick finished his driving stint and pulled into the service station. This one was exactly like every other one they had passed.
"Brass, your turn when we've had a break," he informed the police captain.
"Okay. I'll ..." he began. The group was in the process of disembarking from the minibus, and he spotted Warrick and Greg's interesting facial decorations. The both of them had a pair of glasses daubed around their eyes. Someone had drawn a moustache on Greg's upper lip, and extended Warrick's sideburns. Brass's eyes swept the assembled company, and when he caught Grissom and Sara's, they both winked at him. He wondered how Warrick and Greg would take it.
TBC