A Christmas Miracle

By Joey

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own them. Do you think I'd be doing this if I did? I'd be having a little Christmas fun of my own with a couple of them.. and coming up with ways to torture them on the show. Like Nick and guns, anyone ever notice how he always cries when there's a gun pointed at him? It's very sad, poor Nicky… I'll comfort you… evil grin.

Anyhoo… I've been a little.. no a lot… depressed towards Christmas, so I thought I'd write a little Christmas story in an attempt to cheer myself up. :)

So.. tell me what you think please :)

He peered around the corner, keeping the bag hidden behind his back. When the coast was clear he moved for quickly, dashing for the break room door, where he stopped, intently searching the room through the window for signs of life. When he was sure that there was no one in there he pulled the door open a crack and slipped into the room, swiftly shutting the door behind him. He pulled the blinds down over the window, turning the lock with a quick move of his hand.

Once this was all done he started to breath again as he moved forward into the room, taking in the small attempts that had been made to provide Christmas cheer. There was a lonely string of lights along one wall, as well as a small clump of mistletoe hanging in the center of the room. On the counter sat a small Charlie Brown Christmas tree, no ornaments except for a simple star on the top that caused the tree to almost bend over in half. On the fridge was a picture of Santa climbing down a chimney thanks to Lindsay's artistic talents. But other than these few reminders of Christmas, the room was empty, with just a half full pot of coffee sitting on its burner, and an open newspaper on the table.

After taking in the decorations, or lack of, he moved forward to the table where he emptied out his bag. He turned it upside down, letting gravity pull the contents from the bag. The fell from the bag in a hurry, scattering themselves across the tabletop, refreshing the mind of the watcher of the contents.

He gathered up the ornaments for the tree first. There were six of them and he took them over to the counter by the tree. He picked each one up with care, after having dumped them on the table.

The first one on the tree was for Greg. It was black, with a large music note on the front, surrounded by the names of his favorite bands. On the back was simply written "Greg."

The second one to take it's place of honor was also black, but this one was shaped like a beetle. On its underside was written, "Grissom, guess what kind of beetle I am?"

The third ornament was for Catherine. It was very simple and plain. A gold ornament with a phrase on it, all surrounding the biggest one which proclaimed "success." He wanted to remind her of her successes, and the amount of respect the others carried towards her. The phrase stated "the road not taken" to remind her of the fact that she's led a unique life, but that it's all led to the success in the center. Beside her name was written "we're proud of you."

The next one was an odd shape, one that had taken months to track down (as well as much time on the internet and e-bay). It was a hand holding a group of cards, like one would during a poker game. But instead of having numbers and kings or queens of the cards, there were words on the top of each of the five. Five words that were meant to remind Warrick about life. They were "Live, Laugh, Dream, Hope, Faith." Across the hand, like a tattoo, was Warricks name, as well as the reminder that "we believe in you."

This one had been the hardest to pick out. Secretive people are always the hardest to buy for, because they're not as obvious about their likes and dislikes. They're goals and aspirations in life. Everything's kept behind a wall. Everything's hidden from the world. But he'd found it, he just hoped now that she would appreciate it. Like many of the others, it was simple, a blue sphere, with a single star. Around the star was written "always remember to aim high. If you miss, at least you land among the stars." He knew it was corny, but he figured she'd appreciate the hidden meaning he was trying to get across. On the back in handwriting was Sara.

The final ornament wasn't towards himself as many would have believed it to be. Instead it was a collective one, meant for the entire team. It was another simple ornament, this one was yellow, the color of friendship, with the word family across the front. He moved back to the table, gathering the remaining decorations, quickly setting them up around the room.

Once they were all up, he moved to the door. He peeked through the blinds to check for people, before raising them and slipping silently from the room. He hurried through the building, past Greg's lab, and Grissom's office. He exited the building, heading down the street to his Tahoe (he hadn't wanted anyone to know he'd been there). He climbed in and drove by the lab on his way home.

As he passed by he could see the team pulling into their spots, exiting their vehicles hands full of evidence. He smiled at them as he drove by, before turning off the road towards his home.

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