A/N: Once again: THIS ISN'T MY OWN CREATION.
Go read 'One Month' by BIGGERimagination.
I also do not own any products, characters or other mediums referenced in said chapter.


Nick's POV

One more week. That's all that was left. One more week of no screaming teenager. One more week of leaving for a double shift without smelling burning toaster waffles. One more week of the washing machine being free of brightly colored unmentionables.

Thinking back, these last three weeks have actually been a little quiet.

But then again, Archie and Greg have both been gone from the lab, so it's been a little peaceful there, without the music blaring from the tech lab, and without melted crayons sticking to the insides of the microwave in the break room.

Now that I think of it, it's been a little quiet there, too.

Sara keeps smelling the most random things. Her pregnancy is getting to a weird point. She craves the most random things at the most random times of day. Two nights ago at four thirty seven in the morning, I had to go out and buy a case of sour gummy worms because she wouldn't stop yelling at me.

"Nick," said Grissom, not looking up from some random bug he was examining with his square rimmed glasses. "Did you find anymore information on the Walker file?"

"Uh, I found some old cassette tapes, but I have to wait until Archie gets back from Santa Cruz," I said, holding up the five gallon trash bag full of cassettes.

"Very nice, Nick," he said, glancing up. I heard some glass breaking in the break room and cricked my neck looking behind me.

"God dammit! NICK!" It was Sara. I skidded into the break room and saw her standing there holding an empty cup of coffee and a broken coffee pot. She looked so cute, standing there with that crease in her forehead and the slight bump in her stomach.

"I. Need. Coffee." She said each syllable slowly and with force.

"I'm on it," I said, walking backwards out of the break room, so as not to be attacked from behind.

It's going to be a very long week.

Alena's POV

I was just laying there. In my camp bed. iPod turned up so loud that you couldn't have blown an air horn in my ear to get my attention. You couldn't have blown anything to get my attention. I knew he was out there. I knew he was with his guitar, playing the song he always did, and I knew that Greg was sitting bolt upright in his bed looking over, and as soon as I opened the cabin door he would be right there to close it.

His song came on my iPod. The slow version, like he always played outside my room. You have stolen my heart. I could picture his shitty beat up vans sunk halfway into the dry sand. I could imagine his baggy jeans, the only thing I accepted besides skinny jeans. I could see his acoustic guitar, vibrating ever so slightly against his torso as he strummed the chords to my favorite song.

I quickly switched the song. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes as I thought about him. Tonight would make the fourth night this week. And it was Thursday. He skipped Monday. He was always tired on Mondays. 'Prom With Jessie' blared into my ears. I turned down the volume so that I could hear a few of his higher chords outside. A single tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away.

Jumping out of bed, I grabbed a piece of paper and a purple sharpie. I ripped of the cap and it flew out of my hands, hitting Molly in the nose. She muttered "not now, Greg. I'm sleeping," and rolled over in her sleep. The cap skidded away, but I didn't bother to look for it. I scribbled on the paper:

Caleb,

He's watching.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.

Love Len.

I folded it and slid it under the door and sat cross-legged on the cold concrete floor, awaiting his reply. I heard a rustling and the same piece of paper came sliding under the door again.

Alena,

I'm not finished with the song yet.

So now I have to start over.

Love you more than air,

Caleb.

Great. More agony. It took so much willpower not to just open the door and tackle him. But Greg hadn't told mom and dad about Caleb yet, and if I wanted to keep it that way, I couldn't open that door. Greg had even gotten to the point when he had called my dad and had almost told him.

"Hey, Nick! How are you? Alena's fine. You know, she had an adventure recently! You'd love to hear it!" That was where I got on my knees, tugging at his jeans and pleading to god that he wouldn't tell my dad. He would have Caleb castrated in the name of the law.

I heard a frantic knock on the door. Oh shit. I sprinted back to my bed and pulled my sleeping bag up over my legs just as the door slammed open and Greg was standing in the now-splintered door jam, holding a timid looking Caleb by the stretchy collar of his Panic! At the Disco shirt. It's a collectors item now, because while we've been at camp, Panic has decided to drop the '!'. Depressing, I know.

"Greg!" screamed Molly, jumping up out of bed. "How have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you all –"

"Not now, Molly," he said, not looking up from his death glare at me. I glanced at Caleb, and couldn't suppress my smile. His was contagious, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Shut up, Alena," said Greg, letting go of Caleb's collar, looking stressed, and running a hand through his spiked hair. "Do you have any idea what your father would do to me? I wouldn't be able to have any more kids!"

I nodded, then did a double take. "Anymore? You don't have kids!" I said.

Greg grinned sheepishly.

"Wow, Greg! What a stud!" said Kaylee. "Greg. How about this. You go home to Lily in the Nirvana cabin. We'll stay here, and Caleb will go do his thing and leave, and no one loses anything that would prevent them from leading a long and fulfilling life."

"Kaylee, I can't have them anywhere near each other at night."

"Come on," she said softly. "Go talk to your wife's stomach. Your offspring is in there right now, and you're over here preventing the production of more."

"KAYLEE!" I groaned.

"Fine. I'm going to escort Caleb back to his cabin, and then I'm going to get some whipped cream and go back to my cabin."

"Oh good god," I said, sitting back down on my bed and putting my head in my hand. I looked up to see Caleb being escorted away by an angry but still pleased looking Greg. I saw him give me the slightest of winks.

"Alena, I don't want you anywhere near him for the rest of this week. Understood?" said Greg, still walking away and facing his back to the cabin.

I rolled my eyes and muttered an "understood".

This was going to be a long week.

Sara's POV

Sitting on the couch. All I can think about is maple bars. Light, flaky doughnuts. How the maple topping makes those funny crinkles when you break it in half. My mouth might be open, and I might be drooling. Where was Nick?

"NICK! I NEED DOUGHNUTS!" I yelled through the quiet house. I heard the chair rolling in the computer room upstairs and feet coming downstairs.

"I'm on it, Sar," he said, grabbing his coat off the hook by the door. It was raining outside, and Nick had grabbed the keys to the Prius.

Alena's POV

Because I can't go to Caleb's acoustic classes, I now have an hour to sit around an do nothing. Molly decided to sit with me and we played MASH. We wrote the same guy three times, I wrote Caleb, she wrote Greg.

She really said nothing besides "Greg is so gorgeous", in different variations and forms. I had a feeling she would keep doing this until Greg talked to her again.

This was going to be a horribly long week.

Sara's POV

I may have been sitting here for several hours. I'm still craving maple bars, and there's no sign of Nick anywhere. I flipped open my phone and held down the number nine. I heard it ring for several seconds and then Nick answered.

"Hello?" he asked, his voice cracked.

"Nick? Where the hell are you?"

"Sara, the Prius broke down. I'm on the side of the freeway waiting for triple A to show up, I'm soaking wet, and, no, I still haven't gotten you a maple bar."

I groaned and got up off the couch. "I'll get one myself. Where are the keys to the Denali?"

"They should be by the door, otherwise, I don't know where they are."

"I can't find them," I said, bending down to look under the cabinet by the door.

"Well, I have no idea, Sara. I have to go, the tow truck is here. I'll be home soon." He paused. "I love you Sara. Really. More than I think you'll ever know."

"I love you, too, Nick." I closed my phone and sat on the floor. I put my head in my hands and cried. The keys to the Denali were sitting in a pile of paper towels, used batteries and shredded construction paper.

This was going to be a long week.

A long week without maple bars.