Secret Santa
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just borrowing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The lab plays Secret Santa.
A/N: Hope everyone had a good Christmas.
Walking past the evidence room, Catherine spotted Gil with his back to the door. She stepped in and stood over his shoulder, peeking at the crime scene photos he was examining.
"Did you open it yet?" she asked after spotting a wrapped box next to the photos. Gil jumped lightly and glanced sideway at the strawberry blonde.
"Sorry," she replied.
"No I haven't. I told you I didn't want to play."
"Well you have it so why not open it," she shrugged, "Come on Gil. I know it's bugging you. Open it."
Gil glanced at Catherine seeing the sparkle in her eye. He always noticed the look around Christmas time. She was like a child.
"Since you're so anxious to see what it is, why don't you open it?"
"Because it's yours." Gil stared at her over the top of his glasses. "Fine." She replied. She grabbed the box and ripped it open. He watched at her eyes grew big once the top was off.
"What is it?" Catherine screamed and jumped back. "What?"
Gil looked in the box. A tarantula moved around the bottom of the grass filled box.
"Hey little buddy," Gil said sticking his hand in to let the little creature crawl on his hand.
"What are you doing? What it it's poisonous?"
"It's not."
"How do you know? You've known the thing for five seconds."
"I can tell from the species. Look…" He stopped talking immediately. One because he knew Catherine wasn't listening and the look on her face.
"Christmas is not supposed to be filled with spiders. Why couldn't they just give you cologne or food like a normal guy would want?"
"You're little miss nosy. You had to open it."
"Who doesn't open presents?!" Catherine glanced at his hand, "Ok that thing is really starting to freak me out. I'm gonna go."
"Hey what'd you get?"
"A candy cane and a rose. It's what some normal people get."
Grissom watched her disappear. "You sacred her, but don't worry, spiders always scare her." He noticed at piece of paper at the bottom of the box and he carefully picked it up.
"His name is Andy."
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"Hey you guys know that Grissom got a spider?" Nick said entering the break room with a cowboy hat on his head.
"What the hell are you wearing? And why are you chewing like that?" Greg asked. "I thought I was weird."
"Secret Santa. Cowboy hat and a pack of gum."
"I got a water gun," Warrick said.
"What'd you get?" Nick asked Greg.
"I got a '50s dictionary. All the low down words of the '50s."
"Booo." Nick said.
"I'm not the one chewing like a cow with a piece of grass in my mouth," Greg replied.
"Good one," Warrick laughed.
"Don't hate on the cowboy," Nick drawled.
"Who's hating on a cowboy?" Sara asked entering the break room.
"He is," Nick pointed at Greg. His cell phone began to ring playing a cowboy tune. "I gotta go. Bodies in the morgue."
"See ya later cowboy," Warrick waved.
"Who decided to get him that?"
"Who ever is his Secret Santa. Are you his?"
"I wouldn't tell you- especially you Greg. It ruins the fun to finding out everything."
"So what'd you get?"
"Pink fingerprint powder," she replied.
"Pink? Aww, I want some."
"Um, how about no."
"What'd you guys get?" she asked. Warrick and Greg shared what they got.
Throughout shift everyone revealed what he or she had received on Day 1 of Secret Santa. From candy, tarantulas, CDs and notes everyone got something that put a smile on their face.
Catherine sat in her office fingering the candy cane and rose that she had received. Attached to it was the clue that read only one word; you. She picked up the phone in her office and dialed the extension to Gil's office.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," he replied. "What can I do your you?"
"Nothing really. I just wanted to tell you I still have goose bumps from your eight-legged friend. How his it by the way?"
"How is he? His name is Andy."
"You named it?"
"It was already named."
"Oh."
"I think I may enjoy this little game."
"You have to enjoy the giving part too," she said.
"I know. I do," he replied.
"You're gonna tell me who you have right?"
"No Ms. Willows. That wouldn't be fun."
"Why is it, me?"
"No. Sorry. Even if it were you, I wouldn't tell you."
Catherine sighed into the phone. "You suck."
A/N: I know it's like two days after Christmas, but from all the reviews I got, I have to finish this. I thought I'd have it done before I went out of town for Christmas, but I was wrong. Thanks guys. Hope an after Christmas, Christmas fic is ok.
