Brady smiled. “Fishing?” He’d gone fishing once and didn’t catch anything. “You think you can catch something?” He asked with a snicker. The young nurse leaned up and then got up to his feet. He reached down for Tosh’s hand. “Come on, old man. Teach me to fish.” Brady helped Tosh get up and the two returned to the transporter pad.<br/><br/>Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for the two to catch a few fish, enough for a nice dinner. They made their way back to a camping spot as the sun began to fade in the distance. Brady might not be a huge behemoth jock, but he wasn’t squeamish and could easily filet a fish. He’d seen much worse in the operating room.<br/><br/>After a nice dinner they curled up in front of a fire, sated with food and happy. Brady curled his arm around Tosh’s body and leaned into his broad chest. “Let’s not go back.” He said with his eyes closed. “I mean, we could just stay here.” Brady chuckled.<br/>