1. GSR - Love in the snow
The spirit of Christmas seemed to hit everybody in Las Vegas, shops were over decorated, on every corner was a Santa waiting for people - or their money - annoying you with his little bell, the always the same 'ho ho ho merry Christmas' phrase and a very good reason why had to give him all your spare money. Sometimes Sara could understand why people punched one of these Santas in the face.
"Ho, ho, ho, my dear angel, do you have some money for the children?" She almost made it home and yet another Santa approached her.
"No."
"Poor children without food and no presents for Christmas."
"Can I see your certification?"
"I beg your pardon."
"Your certification, any proof of the charity group you work for. You know, something that tells me your group is recognized by the state."
"It's Christmas."
"Yeah, that's why a lot of Santa Claus men ask us for money, not for children but to buy some boost. You have no certification you better get out of my way or I arrest you, I work law enforcement." Not a cop, but he didn't have to know.
"No need to get angry."
"No reason not to get angry when people try to rip you off. Get lost." She continued walking. Money for poor children, she heard this a dozen times on her way home, it had been wrong to decide to walk to the shopping center. Next time she'd take the car again.
Unlocking her door she stepped into her apartment. A smell of freshly cooked dinner was in the air and put a smile on her face. A warm apartment, hot food and somebody, who waited for her.
"Hey, there you are, I've been waiting for you." Grissom smiled when he saw her.
"Sorry, I got hold off by a dozen men in red coats."
"Santa Claus is in town."
"He and all his doppelganger. Plus it's so cold, it feels like snow."
"We didn't have snow for a while."
"Can't say I miss it."
"Of course not. Dinner is ready in ten minutes."
"I'm with you in a second." She went into the living room, turned on the radio and turned it off the second she heard a Christmas song. What happened to classic rock? Easy listening? Anything but this.
Picking up the glass of wine he had left for her on the table before she came back, knowing she liked a glass when she walked in the cold, she stepped onto the balcony. Shocked she looked up.
"Oh, for crying out loud, this can't be true." Thick and heavy snowflakes fell down from the black sky onto her face and the rest of her body and the balcony. "Gris…" She stopped. No, she wouldn't call him, he was busy in the kitchen. Watching the snow fall down, stepping a step back so she didn't get wet, she enjoyed the look of Vegas in snow. Maybe this weather wasn't her favorite, but it was rare to see Vegas in snow, especially around Christmas. And maybe it was nice, a little bit.
She waited until the railing was covered in snow, then stepped onto the balcony, smiled and put her right index finger into the cold wet white snow. An idea crossed her mind, how to thank her boyfriend, secret boyfriend, for the dinner.
With a smile on her face she went into the kitchen. "Gris, do you have a second?"
"Sure." He turned the oven down. ""What is it, dear?"
"I need to show you something." She took his hand and pulled him into the living room and on the balcony.
"Wow, snow in Las Vegas."
"Yeah, Santa sent you a Christmas message."
"A lot of unique snowflakes?"
"They are a part of the message." She smiled and pushed him closer to the railing so his eyes fell on the message she mentioned. Written in the snow was I LOVE YOU.
"I love you too." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly, the snow continued to fall softly on them and made them for a moment believe, they were kissing in a winter wonderland.
