I just wanted to write another Christmas fic, I know it already passed, but leave me the hell alone.
CSI DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, BUT I WOULD LOVE A BELATED CHRISTMAS GIFT!!!
Sara sat on the couch humming and reading a forensics journal. It wasn't that she was unspirited, she just didn't feel like it right now.
"A little to the left," she commented as she turned back to her journal.
The tree titlted.
"Hmmm, I guess that's good," She said again.
The tree tilted a little more.
"Perfect!" Sara smiled.
"Well, thanks to all of your help tieing it to the car, untieing it, bringing it inside and putting it up," he smirked at her.
Not glancing up she added, "Don't forget that I picked it out."
"Yes, of coarse, how could I forget the thing that you actually did."
Grissom sat down next to her. She tried to hide her smile behind the journal, but he lowered it, making her smiling even bigger.
"Thank you," she smirked, bringing her journal back up as he tried to kiss her, and laying down, draping her legs over his lap. He smiled at her.
"Do I smell?"
Sara lowered the journal again and looked at him, "Now why on earth would you smell darling," she answered sarcastically.
"Hmm, because I went dumpster diving for the murder weapon at the scene and then was forced to go tree picking without a shower, and then got all sweaty doing all of the work?"
"Very good, and you're stinkin' up the couch," She smiled behind her magazine.
"Should I go take a shower?" he smiled at her teasingly.
"I think that you might even need to use a little lemons."
"Ouch."
"Bye."
Grissom didn't even hear the door open and close, but definately felt Sara's skin against his as she slid into the shower. Hugging him from behind, she kissed his back.
"You didn't think I'd leave you all alone would you?"
He turned towards her, "I was hoping not."
His lips softly landed on hers. When they parted, Sara ordered him to turn around, and began to scrub his back. After he was all washed, he receptrocated by lathering her.
Once they had gotten out and dressed, it was time for shift. Leaving in two seperate cars, they both headed towards the lab.
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Warrick: "No"
Nick: "Not me."
Greg: "I have plans."
Catherine: "Lindsay's expecting me at home."
The question had been asked as to who would cover the Christmas shift.
Grissom: "Well, Sara and I are off, seeing as we've done it for the past few years."
"Then why can't you do it this year?" Catherine complained.
"I don't know about Sara, but I have plans. Sara?"
She stood with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, "Uh, no, I kinda made plans too."
"Who are you two making plans with, so what, all of a sudden you have a social life?" Catherine grumbled again.
Sara defended herself,"One of my old friends has no one to share the holidays with, so he's coming here for Christmas."
Catherine looked expectantly at Grissom,"My personal life is my business. So, which of you are volunteering before I choose."
Nick raised his hand, "I guess I could skip Christmas with my family this year."
Grissom looked at Warrick, "Hey man, the misses is already angry at me enough," he raised both his hands in defense.
"Greg?"
"I guess I could arrange the date with my special someone for another time."
"That leaves you, Catherine, since I don't trust Nick and Greg alone unsupervised."
A duo of 'Hey' came from both men.
Catherine pointed at Grissom, "Gil, this better be one special lady, and you better tell me about her, because you owe me."
"Okay."
The shift continued with assignments given out, and everyone dispersed.
Sara and Grissom waited in the car for Nick so that they could go to their scene.
Grissom turned towards Sara, "So, when's your friend supposed to arrive."
She turned into mock seriousness, "In due time, Dr. Grissom. And who is this woman I heard you were spending your holidays with."
"Now, Sara I woudn't want you to get jealous would I?"
"Fine, but just to let you know, I like my friend extremely well, and plan to give him the ultimate Christmas gift."
"You should be extremely picky about your men, Sara, as the song goes 'Some of them want to use you, some of them want to be used by you.'"
Grissom sang in an awful loud voice, making Sara laugh as Nick approached the car.
"Nicks coming, I hate you for your other woman, remember."
"Of course."
Sara put on a frown and stared out the passenger side window while Grissom gripped the stearing wheel, glaring at the window in front of him.
"Okay," Nick said as he jumped in and shut the door. Glancing at the two of them, he decided it was not going to be a good night. Grissom silently shifted the gears and drove towards their scene.
Keeping up appearances for the rest of the night proved hard as Sara had bent over every five seconds to pick up evidence instead of squatting down. When Grissom asked her why she wasn't squatting to pick it up like a normal human being, she told him with death arrows that her ankles hurt. Nick stood by and watched the two work, damn he hated it when they were like this.
Arriving home ten minutes before Grissom, Sara decided to greet him appropriately and went into the bedroom. After stripping down, she put on one of his shirts and went to wait on the couch in front of the now brightly lit and decorated Christmas tree.
Grissom sat behind his desk with Catherine interrogating him about the mystery woman he was spending Christmas with.
Unexpectedly, Grissom got up and got his coat and breifcase, without answering one of Catherine's questions, he turned off the light and shut the door, leaving her in utter darkness.
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