A/N: This is a short, fluffy ficlet about Sara and Grissom's first Christmas that I was inspired to write because of the holidays! Enjoy! Oh, and reviewers get virtual sugar cookies:D
No, sadly, I don't own CSI. However, if CBS wanted to give it to me for Christmas, I would be very very happy!
Sara and Grissom had just wrapped up a double shift at work, and Sara was at home, cooking a small Christmas meal while Grissom went out to find some firewood. They had finally caught the serial killer, a young man whose victims were all "mall Santas." It turned out the killer had a childhood fear of the jolly old man in red. "Only in Vegas," Sara thought to herself, as she sat on the couch, while a Discovery Channel special on cockroaches played softly on the television in front of her. She was startled out of her dream-like state when the fire alarm started going off. "Damn! The pie!" She screamed while racing towards the kitchen. She pulled open the oven door and attacked the flame-licked pie with a fire extinguisher. Once the fire was out and half the kitchen was covered with the thick white foam, Sara plopped down onto a bar stool. At the same time, the door flew open and Grissom ran inside.
"What happened?" he exclaimed.
"I forgot to set the timer." Sara replied, feeling embarrassed and angry at herself.
"Don't worry about it," Grissom said as he tried to comfort her. "As long as you weren't hurt. Nothing else matters." He walked through the kitchen and gave Sara a hug.
After they had cleaned up the mess and assured the alarm company that everything was alright and there was no need to send a fire truck, Sara and Gil changed into clean clothes and tried to salvage what was left of their Christmas evening. Sara poured two glasses of eggnog, and Gil started a small blaze in the fireplace.
"Here," Sara said as she handed a glass to Grissom. "At least I can't mess this up." The two cuddled up together on the couch and began to watch a movie they had picked up on their way home from work. After the movie was over, the pair got up and headed for the bedroom. On the way, Sara accidentally tripped over a forensics magazine that had fallen on the floor and broke a vase sitting on the table. "Gil! I'm so sorry! I know you liked that vase. How could I be so clumsy?"
"It's okay. I can get a new one." Grissom replied as he began to pick up the pieces of glass.
Later that night, Sara lie awake in the couple's bed. "I think I pretty much ruined our first Christmas together," she said out loud. "First the pie and then the vase..."
Grissom rolled over to look at her. "It's one of the best Christmases I've ever had." He replied. "Especially because I have you here with me."
Sara smiled at him. "I love you Gil Grissom." she said sleepily.
I love you too, Sara Sidle."