Note From The Author—This year I'm writing a short holiday themed one shot for every category I typically write in. This is only my second story for CSI by itself so it's woefully short, but hopefully the aww cutesy fluff makes up for that
Disclaimer—I don't own the characters of CSI, nor do I own the song from which the title of this story comes
It hadn't been terribly difficult to convince the crew to spend one December day helping out at a shelter. They all wanted to make that Christmas a little brighter, and volunteering their time together seemed only natural. What had been surprising had been how many of them had shown up in full Christmas regalia. Between Nick in his complete Santa suit, several elves, Mrs. Clause and a couple of Reindeer, they were certainly the most festive volunteers that day.
It was a fabulous day, spent alternately in happy tears, laughter, and song; and afterwards Catherine treated them all to dinner and drinks to thank them for their time and everything they did all throughout the year. Not surprisingly, that endeavor was even more fun than the beginning of their day. CSI Willows found herself really letting go for the first time in a while, and before long she was indulging in her third fruity rum concoction, then fifth, or was it sixth? Either way she was gone past tipsy by the time Nick decided he would give her a ride home. She didn't remember most of the night, but she had a vague recollection of Nick pouring her into his car, her calling him Nicky Baby at one point, and him having to carry her into the house and settled her in her bed while he was still in his Santa suit.
There were considerable gaps in there that she just couldn't seem to remember when she woke up. And when she did wake up it was with a splitting headache and a serious case of cotton mouth. Upon examination, she discovered that she was fully clothed, heeled boots included. With a wince at how loud even her breathing seemed to sound, she kicked off her shoes and slowly made her way downstairs in search of water, coffee and pain killer. When she finally made it to the kitchen the first thing she found was a note from Lindsey. Her eyes growing ever wider, she read through it. And when she finished she let her aching head drop to the counter with a thud.
Mom,
I ran out Christmas shopping with Marissa. Don't worry, her mom is driving and we'll probably be back before lunch. I wanted to let you sleep because I know you had a long night. Nick was a perfect gentleman when he brought you home. Well, at least he was after you two managed to get off the porch. You know, I never thought I would be able to say that I saw my mommy kissing Santa Clause. Seemed like you two were having a pretty good time. Love you
