"Are those…antlers?" Grissom tilted his head incredulously.
Sara's lips pursed in amusement. "They're for our Christmas card picture."
Clicking into mock interview mode, Grissom's looked over the tops of his glasses at her. "We are having a very secret, but very hot," he waggled his eyebrows salaciously at her "office romance and you want me to wear reindeer antlers in our Christmas card picture?"
Snorting at the mental image, Sara shook her head. "As if. These," she indicated the offending item, "are for Bruno."
Upon hearing his name, Bruno's ears perked. Looking inquisitively at the bendy sticks in his mistress's hands, he rose lazily, stretched and padded to her. Holding the headpiece out for him to sniff, she shook it a bit making the bells ring. Grissom watched wondering what Bruno was going to do.
Man's Best Friend did not disappoint. Taking the headpiece into his jaws, he trotted back to his pad and proceeded to gnaw on the antlers.
"Good Boy," Grissom smirked. "I guess Bruno's not feeling Rudolphy this year."
Glowering at both man and beast, Sara addressed her lover. "Well, unless your holiday attitude improves, I can promise I won't be feeling very Vixenish."