Secret Santa
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just borrowing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The lab plays Secret Santa.
A/N: We're playing Secret Santa in French. I was like days behind but my person got 3 presents in one day. Tuesday is our final Secret Santa day. Christmas is just around the corner!
"Did I hear Secret Santa?" David Hodges asked sticking his head into the break room.
Conrad Ecklie stood in front of the night shift and lab techs.
"Hodges, so glad of you to join us," he said. "I was just informing the team that because we are pro-Christmas we'll celebrate with a game of Secret Santa. It'll last for a week. Five gifts will be delivered everyday and a clue about your Secret Santa. The last day will be at the Christmas party."
"Is there a budget?" he asked.
"No. We haven't established that yet. Any suggestions."
"Fifty," Warrick said.
"Hundred," Nick offered.
"One fifty," Greg challenged.
"Hey! Some of us have teenagers who would like a Christmas," Catherine replied.
"Willows, on your salary, you shouldn't have to worry," Ecklie replied.
"I have bills to pay, food to buy… I'll settle for one hundred," she announced.
"Fine. One hundred it is. That's the max. If you're playing drop your name on a slip of paper in the box. Names will be drawn at the end of shift." Ecklie exited the break room.
"How 'bout we make this interesting," Nick said.
"How?"
"Let's make a pool bet. Put a bet on who you think your Secret Santa is or who someone else's is." Warrick pondered a moment.
"I'm in."
"Me too," Greg replied.
"I guess I'm on too," Sara shrugged. Everyone looked at the supervisors.
Catherine held up her hands, "I have to finish buying Christmas presents for Lindsey and my mom."
Their eyes shifted to Gil Grissom. "I don't even think I'm playing."
"You don't have to play to place a bet," said Nick.
"Wait, you're not playing?" Catherine asked.
"No," he simply replied.
"You are playing."
"No I'm not Catherine."
"Gil, It's a Christmas game. Christmas," she said giving him her puppy dog eyes. Gil sighed not being able to resist.
"Fine, but I'm not putting in a bet," he directed to Nick.
"That's cool."
Mandy, Wendy, David and Jacqui also joined the bets.
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Ecklie shook up the cardboard box filled with tiny folded papers with employees' names on them.
"Come up pick a name and keep it to yourself," he said.
Wendy went up first and picked a name. She unfolded the tiny paper are read the name. She smiled to herself already thinking about what she'd get.
Mandy, David, and Jacqui followed each of them sat lost in what they'd get their person.
The night shift followed, ending with Catherine and Grissom. Brass and Sophia each picked a name.
"There should be one left," Ecklie said sticking his hand in searching for it. "And it's for me."
"Who'd you get?" Greg asked glancing over Catherine's shoulder. She crumpled the piece of paper in her hand before he could read it.
"I'm not telling you," she replied.
"You got me then?"
"Maybe," she said, "Maybe not."
"Now that we got this little game started, can we please get back to work?" Grissom asked.
"Ouch Scrooge," Greg said.
"Greg, this job will be the ghost of your past if you don't get back to work," Grissom said.
"Fine."
"Who'd you get," Jim asked his best friend.
"I'm not telling you Jim. It'd defeat the purpose of the game."
"But if it isn't me, then you have nothing to worry about."
Gil thought about it for a moment before shaking his head, "No." he pursed his lips.
"Fine. I'd tell you who I had."
"But I don't want to know," he replied.
Jim rolled his eyes.
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By the end of shift there was three hundred dollars in the pool. Everyone was quiet- thinking about their secret Santa's and what they'd get their person. Some knew while other had no idea.
On Monday the game would begin.
A/N: Short little chapter. Please review!
