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The break room blinds were shut and piled in the middle of the floor was an abundance of tinsel spilling out three cardboard boxes, a fibre optic tree was propped up on a work top leaning slightly as Greg struggled to plug it in. Sara was currently wrapping purple tinsel around herself then she noticed a spray can sticking out from under a gold pile of tinsel.
"Greg what's this?" asked Sara bending down, the tinsel now round her head and neck.
"Hair spray," answered Greg finally getting the tree plugged in so the fibre-optics began glowing red then turned blue.
"Greg you are not spraying my hair pink," started Sara having picked the spray can up and examined the colour.
"I've got blue as well," said Greg picking another can up and showing her the electric blue top.
"Now that I like," smiled Sara taking a long swig of beer, "I'll have blue if you have pink," she smiled holding the can out at Greg.
"Ok," smiled Greg bending down. Sara shuck the can then sprayed it all over Greg's head turning his entire hair pink and spiky, along with a good majority of his scalp.
"How do I look?" asked Greg posing.
"Like a cotton candy glob," replied Sara laughing
"Ok your next, you can be a Smurf," smiled Greg
"Only a bit," warned Sara flashing him a death glare. Greg considered spraying all her hair but it probably wouldn't be worth it so he stuck to putting a large blue streak at the front right hand side and turning some of the tinsel blue a swell.
"Oh I also got glitter," smiled Greg pulling another can out and spraying Sara's hair.
"Wow," The sliver now catching the light in Sara's hair mesmerized Greg momentarily.
"Do me, do me!" Greg cried actually bouncing up and down on the spot. Sara sprayed his hair but it didn't work as well in lighter hair, as it was harder to see the sliver, which disappointed Greg.
The room was now starting to resemble Santa's grotto. Tinsel hung from almost very available space and Sara was now stood on the couch pinning multi coloured fairy lights to the ceiling. It was at that point that Catherine Willow's walked in.
"Hi….." she stopped dead as did Sara and Greg, both looking extremely guilty. Sara had one arm out stretched holding fairy lights, tinsel hanging off her face. Greg holding a pot of pins, tinsel tied around his waist.
"Hi," replied Sara innocently.
"What the hell? Are you drunk?" asked Cath examining an empty beer bottle then staring at Greg, "your hair is pink," she added not too sure whether to laugh or cry.
"Mines blue and glittery," announced Sara waving her hair around, "this was meant to be a surprise," she whispered, "you came back early."
"Oh my god you are drunk, it's a surprise all right," remarked Cath taking in the two then bursting into laughter, "what possessed you to do this?"
"We were bored so we thought we'd have a party," answered Greg.
"For everyone when they got back," added Sara nodding.
"Here," Greg held out a beer like a peace offering Sara then pointed to the bottle of vodka on the side before falling of the couch into a heap on the floor.
Twenty minutes later and Greg was sat with a glue stick and abundance of coloured paper in thin strips that he was attempting to make into paper chains. Catherine was sat with a glass of what could have been mistaken for water if it wasn't for the fact she now had small pink streaks in her hair and was discussing with the Christmas tree if Lindsey would want any hair dye.
"It's ok as long as she doesn't go out like it," Cath told the tree as if she was having a conversation with Grissom. Sara was back stood on the couch now trying to hang Christmas decorations from the lights.
"I can't reach," shouted Sara jumping and coming dangerously close to falling off again. With that Cath placed her drink down and abandoned the tree, marching over, she pulled Sara from the couch and grabbed her waist.
"Cath," cried Sara laughing as her feet were lifted off the ground about an inch before been dropped again
"Piggyback," announced Cath bending down much to the excitement of Greg.
"I thought you'd never offer," he slurred slightly.
"Not you, Sara so she can put these up said Cath picking up a silver decoration.
With that Sara ran full pelt at Catherine nearly knocking her over as she mounted her. Cath somehow stayed on her feet swaying as Sara wrapped her legs around her waist and held up the bauble pinning it to the ceiling.
"It's like all my fantasies," beamed Greg clapping and dropping the fairy lights he was pinning up around the room including over the door that someone was bound to strangle themselves on later.
"Thank you thank you," smiled Cath spinning Sara around and this time completely losing her balance sending Sara sprawling backwards onto Greg and they both hit the floor with a thud but with their current intoxication it didn't even register and wouldn't until they woke up with the bruises. Cath burst into snorts of laughter at the CSI's now crumpled in a heap on the floor arm and legs entwined like they were playing twister. Not bothering to help Cath grabbed a glass from the side and poured herself some more vodka while casually knocking a pile of tinsel off she came across the triangular hats Greg had brought.
"Oh" grinned Cath picking one up and placing it on her head pinging the elastic strap under her chin as Greg and Sara finally found their feet.
"Share," demanded Greg swiping a hat and putting it on before tilting it so it was over one side of his head more than the other, "cooler this way," grinned Greg. Not which there was anything cool about a the green cardboard hat when it was on correctly like Cath's let alone hanging off one side with tuffs of pink hair sticking out and colouring the edges of the hat. Sara meanwhile had grabbed two of the red hats and had one on each side of her head like devil horns the large blue streak at the front of her hair dangling down trapped between the two pieces of elastic digging into her chin.
TBC ……………….