*Title: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
*Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com) *Rating: PG
*Category: little bit of romance, little bit of angst, little bit of humor.all the good stuff ;)
*Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me, I merely borrow them sometimes (same thing with the songs in part two)
*Author's Notes: alright, alright, I know it is really very early to be writing a Christmas story. However, I figured I may as well write this one now while I still have the Christmas spirit (once the day after Thanksgiving hits and I have to deal with billions of Christmas shoppers, the spirit of the season tends not to stick around with me). Also, I had intended on writing this as one complete story, but decided not to for one basic reason: Gil and Cath stories are highly under-represented on this site and I know readers like me are always happy to have something to sink their teeth into. (Graveyard Shift groupies: this is for you!!! People who are in the group: email me if you want to join!!)
*Thank-you's: Gabe-for just being the most wonderful person ever. Joe-for being my writing buddy. Anne-for giving me a great idea for another fic this morning.I hope you get to watch Abra Cadaver uninterrupted!
It was a still night in Sin City and the cold breeze that whipped through the air betrayed the desert environment. Gil Grissom walked silently from his Tahoe towards the house, boxes in hand; he was a man on a mission.
Before Grissom could try to reposition the boxes, the front door swung open, and he was greeted by the smiling face of Catherine Willows.
"Why if it isn't Jolly Old Saint Nick himself," whispered Catherine taking some of the boxes from Grissom and setting them down on her living room floor. "Do you need help with the rest?"
Trying not to stare too long at how cute Catherine looked in pajama pants and an old t-shirt, Grissom shook his head, "Stay in here where it's warm."
Leaning against the doorframe, Catherine admired Grissom from afar. His boyish good looks were only accented by the sage expression that always seemed to be in his eyes. And as if good looks weren't enough, he was the smartest and kindest man she knew, agreeing to let her hide Lindsey's presents from Santa in his Tahoe until Christmas Eve.
"Dreaming of a white Christmas?" Grissom chuckled passing by Catherine again.
"Kind of a long shot, don't you think," Catherine said frowning at the sky. She shivered as a breeze of cool air whistled by the door. "But then again it is pretty chilly out."
"And you don't need to come down with another cold," Grissom said reaching to close the door.
"You know Grissom I would think that you of all people know that you don't actually get a cold from being cold," Catherine smirked as she began to methodically pick up boxes and arrange them around the large Christmas tree in her living room. "But you are right about me not needing to get another cold. I don't think the rest of the team could take it."
Grissom smiled thinking back to the events of last week wherein Catherine tried to work, battle a cold, and finish her Christmas shopping without Lindsey knowing what she was getting.
"Was I that cranky?" Catherine asked with wide eyes noticing his smile.
"Cath, cranky is only the tip of the iceberg," Grissom said trying not to laugh.
"Thank you oh master of social graces," Catherine said swatting at his shoulder.
"You're quite welcome," Grissom replied happy to see her smiling so much. He then looked at the one box that wasn't wrapped. "So judging from the picture on here, this thing isn't put together."
"Yeah they normally aren't," Catherine murmured resting her chin on his shoulder in order to study the box.
"Well this is a child's toy, how hard can it be?" Grissom mused more interested in the fact that Catherine's blonde hair was tickling the side of his face than the project at hand.
"Who the hell designed this stupid thing, Frank Lloyd Wright," Catherine exclaimed approximately an hour later collapsing against Grissom's chest in mock exasperation.
"Well it is Barbie's Dream House," Grissom replied matter-of-factly. He leaned back against the couch to take in the large pink structure sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree.
"Yeah but I wouldn't want to live there," Catherine replied sitting up but still remaining very close to Grissom.
"I can't see you surrounded by pink all the time," Grissom nodded.
Catherine laughed softly.
"You know what I find most disconcerting about the whole Barbie phenomenon?" Grissom continued.
"No, but I'm sure you're about to tell me," Catherine replied.
"The fact that I don't think there is a single book in this so-called 'dream house,'" Grissom said looking critically at the pink plastic house.
"You have a very good point," Catherine said yawning.
"You should try to get some sleep," Grissom whispered to her.
"Yeah I suppose so," Catherine nodded. "Since it's only a matter of hours before a certain little girl will be bouncing off the walls ready to open her presents."
"No peace for the wicked huh," Grissom joked getting to his feet and helping Catherine up.
"Something like that," she replied smiling. "You're still coming over for breakfast right?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Grissom replied softly meaning every word of what he had said.
"Good, you can't make sure I don't ruin the eggnog for the party," Catherine said, her blue eyes twinkling.
"I knew there was an ulterior motive," Grissom said winking at her as he made his way to the door. "Good night Cath."
"Hey Gil," she said grabbing his hand before he was out the door. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."
**Will Grissom and Catherine finally admit their feelings for each other? Will Lindsey like her Barbie Dream House? Will the eggnog turn out alright? Why did Juliet name this story 'I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus'? All your questions answered in part two so stay tuned!!!
*Author: Juliet (pandora1251@yahoo.com) *Rating: PG
*Category: little bit of romance, little bit of angst, little bit of humor.all the good stuff ;)
*Disclaimer: These guys don't belong to me, I merely borrow them sometimes (same thing with the songs in part two)
*Author's Notes: alright, alright, I know it is really very early to be writing a Christmas story. However, I figured I may as well write this one now while I still have the Christmas spirit (once the day after Thanksgiving hits and I have to deal with billions of Christmas shoppers, the spirit of the season tends not to stick around with me). Also, I had intended on writing this as one complete story, but decided not to for one basic reason: Gil and Cath stories are highly under-represented on this site and I know readers like me are always happy to have something to sink their teeth into. (Graveyard Shift groupies: this is for you!!! People who are in the group: email me if you want to join!!)
*Thank-you's: Gabe-for just being the most wonderful person ever. Joe-for being my writing buddy. Anne-for giving me a great idea for another fic this morning.I hope you get to watch Abra Cadaver uninterrupted!
It was a still night in Sin City and the cold breeze that whipped through the air betrayed the desert environment. Gil Grissom walked silently from his Tahoe towards the house, boxes in hand; he was a man on a mission.
Before Grissom could try to reposition the boxes, the front door swung open, and he was greeted by the smiling face of Catherine Willows.
"Why if it isn't Jolly Old Saint Nick himself," whispered Catherine taking some of the boxes from Grissom and setting them down on her living room floor. "Do you need help with the rest?"
Trying not to stare too long at how cute Catherine looked in pajama pants and an old t-shirt, Grissom shook his head, "Stay in here where it's warm."
Leaning against the doorframe, Catherine admired Grissom from afar. His boyish good looks were only accented by the sage expression that always seemed to be in his eyes. And as if good looks weren't enough, he was the smartest and kindest man she knew, agreeing to let her hide Lindsey's presents from Santa in his Tahoe until Christmas Eve.
"Dreaming of a white Christmas?" Grissom chuckled passing by Catherine again.
"Kind of a long shot, don't you think," Catherine said frowning at the sky. She shivered as a breeze of cool air whistled by the door. "But then again it is pretty chilly out."
"And you don't need to come down with another cold," Grissom said reaching to close the door.
"You know Grissom I would think that you of all people know that you don't actually get a cold from being cold," Catherine smirked as she began to methodically pick up boxes and arrange them around the large Christmas tree in her living room. "But you are right about me not needing to get another cold. I don't think the rest of the team could take it."
Grissom smiled thinking back to the events of last week wherein Catherine tried to work, battle a cold, and finish her Christmas shopping without Lindsey knowing what she was getting.
"Was I that cranky?" Catherine asked with wide eyes noticing his smile.
"Cath, cranky is only the tip of the iceberg," Grissom said trying not to laugh.
"Thank you oh master of social graces," Catherine said swatting at his shoulder.
"You're quite welcome," Grissom replied happy to see her smiling so much. He then looked at the one box that wasn't wrapped. "So judging from the picture on here, this thing isn't put together."
"Yeah they normally aren't," Catherine murmured resting her chin on his shoulder in order to study the box.
"Well this is a child's toy, how hard can it be?" Grissom mused more interested in the fact that Catherine's blonde hair was tickling the side of his face than the project at hand.
"Who the hell designed this stupid thing, Frank Lloyd Wright," Catherine exclaimed approximately an hour later collapsing against Grissom's chest in mock exasperation.
"Well it is Barbie's Dream House," Grissom replied matter-of-factly. He leaned back against the couch to take in the large pink structure sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree.
"Yeah but I wouldn't want to live there," Catherine replied sitting up but still remaining very close to Grissom.
"I can't see you surrounded by pink all the time," Grissom nodded.
Catherine laughed softly.
"You know what I find most disconcerting about the whole Barbie phenomenon?" Grissom continued.
"No, but I'm sure you're about to tell me," Catherine replied.
"The fact that I don't think there is a single book in this so-called 'dream house,'" Grissom said looking critically at the pink plastic house.
"You have a very good point," Catherine said yawning.
"You should try to get some sleep," Grissom whispered to her.
"Yeah I suppose so," Catherine nodded. "Since it's only a matter of hours before a certain little girl will be bouncing off the walls ready to open her presents."
"No peace for the wicked huh," Grissom joked getting to his feet and helping Catherine up.
"Something like that," she replied smiling. "You're still coming over for breakfast right?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Grissom replied softly meaning every word of what he had said.
"Good, you can't make sure I don't ruin the eggnog for the party," Catherine said, her blue eyes twinkling.
"I knew there was an ulterior motive," Grissom said winking at her as he made his way to the door. "Good night Cath."
"Hey Gil," she said grabbing his hand before he was out the door. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."
**Will Grissom and Catherine finally admit their feelings for each other? Will Lindsey like her Barbie Dream House? Will the eggnog turn out alright? Why did Juliet name this story 'I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus'? All your questions answered in part two so stay tuned!!!