A/N: FLUFF WARNING. This is so fluffy it makes cotton candy…not look fluffy. FOR CHRISTMAS I WANT: GEORGE EADS GIFTWRAPPED PLEASE and more Nick and Sara go to Texas stories! Oh, and by the way, I don't own jack diddly.

By the way: 'I'd hit that/it' is something my friends says about guys. It's basically her equivalent of doable.

Have A Happy Crazy Merry Chrismakwanzahannukah

Sara Sidle held up the wrapped gift critically. It was medium sized, didn't sound breakable, had no air-holes…

"Just open it already, Sara!" Nick Stokes teased her. "It's not a bomb!"

Sara pursed her lips at him. "How would you know?"

"Wild guess." Nick deadpanned.

Warrick raised an eyebrow at Catherine.

I know. She mouthed. They need to hurry up and get with each other.

Greg Sanders, in his wild, crazy, red-and-green-haired glory bounced into the room followed by a much less off-the-walls Gil Grissom. "Ah, opening presents." He handed Sara hers. She looked at him with surprise. The love-hate relationship between the two of them was obvious to anyone standing within several miles. Catherine knew for a fact it was why Nick Stokes hadn't asked Sara out. Fear of displeasing the boss.

Sara nervously ran her finger along the side of the package, slicing open the wrapping paper and tugging out the gift inside.

When Catherine saw the gift she had to resist the urge to laugh out loud. Only Grissom.

"Uh, thanks." The scary part was, Sara actually looked excited by the gift. "This is cool."

"Latin For Americans." Nick read out loud. "Sounds riveting."

Sara smacked him on the arm. "Okay big shot, gimme your genius gift."

With a flourish, Nick presented her with a tube-shaped present. Sara arched an eyebrow but tore open the wrapping paper. She was right, it was a mailing tube. "Oh gee, Nick, you read my mind. A mailing tube was just what I asked for!"

"Just open it."

Sara popped the cap off of the top of the mailing tube. "There's nothing inside." She complained.

"Yes there is."

Sara felt around until she realized it was a poster. She extracted the poster, unrolled it, and screamed at the top of her lungs. The team watched interestedly as Sara tackled Nick in a huge bear hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"Sara, what is it?" Catherine stared at her normally reserved co-worker.

"It's a poster of George Eads. I'm totally obsessed with him." Sara showed Catherine the picture of a tall dark-haired actor half-naked.

"I'd hit that." Catherine nodded.

"Yeah, well what straight woman in her right mind wouldn't?" She frowned. "There are rumors about him and his co-star, Jorja Fox, being together. Lucky woman."

"Truly. Though I have to say, Gary Dourdan is more my speed."

Sara cocked her head. "I'd hit that."

"Merry Christmas, Sar." Nick interrupted their girlish conversation.

Catherine sent him a reprimanding look. "Ah, ah Nicky. PC."

In a plaintive voice Nick dutifully rattled off the phrase that Ecklie was making them say to be more politically correct.

"Happy merry crazy Chrismakwanzahannukah."

"Nicky, thank you for the gift." Sara said, zipping up her light windbreaker.

"My pleasure. I'm glad you liked it."

"Anyway, I never gave you my gift."

"Oh. That's –" and before Nick could say 'fine' Sara's mouth was on his. At first it was slow and then Nick figured out what was happening. He pushed his mouth against Sara's and maneuvered her against a bank of lockers. Nick's tongue found it's way into Sara's mouth, dueling with her tongue. At last Sara pulled away.

"Happy merry crazy Chrismakwanzahannukah, Nicky."