YES, I KNOW A LOT OF THIS IS PROBABLY OOC, BUT IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A REPLICATION OF THE SHOW - I JUST WANNA HAVE A LAUGH WITH THIS ONE.

"I'm not even talking to you," Catherine snarled as the group walked to catch one of the buses that shipped people from the hotel to the theme park.

"Fine. But you could have started that stance last night," Grissom replied.

"I just can't believe you," she sighed in exasperation. "Gil, you are a pain in the ass. You've woken us up twice with all your mad rabbit sex," she complained.

"Oh, so it's okay for you to bonk like mad, but when Sara and I want to make love, you get on our backs." He looked over his shoulder to Sara, motioning with his eyes for her to come and join them. She sidled up, and he automatically reached for her hand.

"This about last night?" Sara asked brightly. She was feeling fulfilled, even more so than she had done before. "We're sorry, we really, are Cath." She took in Catherine's sceptical glance. "But I was trying to prove a point."

"What? That you two make more noises than rhinos mating?"

Grissom spluttered. "I hardly think that's an accurate representation of us in bed." He frowned in amusement. "I can't even believe that I'm talking about this in front of one woman, never mind two."

Sara grinned. "We weren't that loud, Cath. I think what you heard was just the bed. The springs are a bit funny."

Catherine winced. "I am going to go and find someone else to talk to. Someone who won't squick me out with the details of their sex life."

Gil and Sara shared a smile as Catherine waltzed off to act prima donna to the rest of the group. "You think we were excessive last night?" Gil asked, genuinely interested.

"No, I don't. Then again, I had the most wonderful night last night, so I'm hardly going to see eye to eye with Cath, am I? I mean, if she wants to get back at us, all she has to do is bonk Warrick."

Grissom laughed, a delightful sound that was rarely heard - even after living with him for a relatively long time, it wasn't a sound that graced Sara ears often. She leaned into his side and he put an arm around her waist, his hand resting on her hip. "She does. We were privy to that, or have you forgotten? But I suppose hearing two of your colleagues ... doing things ... it must be a slight gross out."

"It's a good thing we didn't give her a blow by blow account of our ... encounter."

"Sweetheart, I think that's only something safe for a bedroom." He caught Catherine's eye and gave her a little wave.

Sara noted his actions, and smiled a bit. "I think I've let out the beast," she commented. "You're going to antagonise. Then again, it's not like you didn't do it before."

"Maybe, but my antagonisms were previously unintentional. This time, I'm goin' for the jugular." He gave her one of his evil smiles, a smile that sent shivers to the most intimate part of her body and psyche.

"God, you really weren't lying. You're dangerous."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet."

"I can't believe we didn't do this yesterday," Greg said, staring at the very long queue for Splash Mountain. "Got the goods for us on this, Grissom?" The group had split into three - Warrick and Catherine had gone off together, as had Brass and Nick, and Greg had tagged on to Gil and Sara

"Practically a vertical, fifty-foot drop," Sara commented languidly. "No safety harness, just a wooden log." She flashed her diastema.

Greg shrugged with his mouth, obviously impressed. "Cool. So, he's rubbing off on you?"

Grissom's face took on a clueless expression, and Sara pursed her lips in thought. "You might wanna rephrase that, otherwise you could possibly get more information thatn Catherine." The couple watched his face freeze and then drop.

Grissom smiled. "Or do you already know? Has Cath been bitching to everyone?"

"She may have mentioned something briefly. I think she has the idea of filming you two and making it into a video just so that you'll stop. You know, shame you two into celibacy." He smiled nervously.

"Why'd we have to get stuck with him?" Grissom's voice took on an uncharacteristic whine.

"Actually, thanks for that, Greg. We could always get evidence of Catherine and Warrick." Sara smiled hopefully.

"And to think, I only came here to enjoy a few rollercoasters." Grissom rolled his eyes.

"No way babe, you gotta put up with the whole infantile behaviour."

"May I remind you that you two were involved in the only prank that happened here - the black marker pen? Hmm?"

Grissom and Sara shared a guilty look. They all leaned against one of the low walls, waiting their turn for the log flume.

"Another enjoyble day," Sara commented, sipping her wine. She and Grissom had ordered room service - pasta, salad and wine. "You think we're all getting on?" There was only one person, maybe two, out of all the guys there that she had never argued with - Greg and Jim. Both were closer friends to her than Catherine, Warrick and Nick, and, at point, even Grissom. She knew that if anything ever happened between the two of them, the lab rat and the detective would always be there.

"Indeed," Grissom agreed contemplatively. He reclined back against the pillows and regarded the empty plate on his lap. "We're getting along with one another better than I thought we might have done. I'm just happy that things seem to be going all without a hitch, for once," he added, sneaking a sideways glance at Sara.

She regarded him out the corner of her eye. "We seem to be saying that a lot - we're happy or we're glad, or people are happy or glad for us."

Grissom shrugged. "Still, I wouldn't wanna put you in a compromising position. Not with your friends, anyway," he added with a naughty grin.

"Oh, I'm not falling for your rough charms again while we're here," she said with total conviction. "I'm sure we could save ourselves for Ventura. Or San Francisco."

"Ventura, please. I couldn't wait for San Francisco. I'm a man. I have needs," he reminded.

"Well I'll give you something to nurture those needs," she whispered huskily. She saw him swallow, and smiled. "Me, lying on a beach, in my bikini, and if you're lucky, maybe you can apply my sun-tan lotion." Her smile widened at the look on his face, and she cleared the dishes from the bed, stacking them in a neat pile on the bedside table. "Sweet dreams," she murmured, going to shower.