A/N: This is a holiday fic that was inspired by the song "It Must Have Been The Mistletoe" by Barbara Streisand. I know it's a bit early for a Christmas story, but I just couldn't help myself.

It Must Have Been The Mistletoe

"Come on Gil, you've got to go!"

"Catherine, how long have you known me? What would make you think that I would got to a ski resort in the mountains?"

"You never know, it could be fun."

"The insects even avoid the snow, why wouldn't I?"

You are impossible, you know that Gil?"

"Why thank you."

Catherine shook her head and left the office. Grissom continued to sit at his desk staring off into space: debating whether or not to join the others on their holiday getaway. On one hand, he thought, I would be able to severely anger Conrad; but I hate the snow and the lack of privacy. Griss' thoughts were interrupted when Jim Brass walked in.

"Gil, you're going on this trip whether you like it or not."

"Jim, I can't."

"Why?"

"Do you not see the problems that could arise?"

"Problems with what Gil?"

"HER!"
"Why do you automatically assume that she'd try something?"

"Jim, it's not her I'm worried about!"

"Oh. But honestly Gil, what harm could it do to let your guard down for a few days?"

"Other than destroy the calm professionalism that I've worked so hard to maintain around her? What if something happens that we'll both regret later?"

"Do you really think that you'd regret it?"

"Of course. A relationship between us is just out of the question."

"Gil, I just don't get you. Why do you habitually deny yourself what you want? And don't tell me that you don't want that. I won't be fooled."

"Now you're sounding like her. It just can't happen. I can't go."

"Forget it, you're impossible!"

With that Brass turned on his heel and stalked out of the office.

Grissom still sat at his desk, fuming. He was still torn. He knew that the trip would be good for everyone, including himself (but he didn't want to admit as much). But he just didn't want to risk something happening between Sara and him. He knew that the atmosphere up there would definitely be conducive to such a thing happening and that was just too dangerous. What am I going to do?

A/N: I have more, but I need to know if it's any good before I post. All reviews are welcome and appreciated.