Disclaimer: I disclaim everything. They are not mine.

Spoilers: None.

Pairing: GCR and WS

Summary: The four younger CSIs formulate a cunning plan whilst intoxicated (on vodka jelly) one Christmas Eve.

Thanks again for the reviews, they really made my day. That thanks goes to: tria246815, Kelly, janedoe144, Jenn Sidle, Megara1, Celsie and monica (they're just hilarious, aren't they?) They were great, thank you very much. Please continue to review and I shall continue to update – everyone's happy...Yes. Enjoy! Love LJ xXx

Oh and I keep forgetting to mention – yes I'm English, so this jelly I'm on about is Jello in America (is that right?) or something like that. Well it's not jam, that's what I mean.

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To All, A Good Night. Chapter Three. Sleigh Ride

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Greg took a deep breath with the intention of building tension. Though it was lost on Warrick who was scrubbing at the carpet in vain, both Sara and Nick moved closer to him, watching him keenly.

"We should get them together!" Greg announced, eagerly.

"Yes! Yes, we should!" Nick also jumped up, but too quickly because he fell back down again.

"Is that it?" Sara asked after a fleeting moment of enthusiasm.

"You like the colour green, don't you, Greg?" Warrick asked, hopefully. Greg chose to ignore them all.

"Because Grissom isn't going to sort things out anytime soon and it just sucks," Greg continued philosophically. "So we should get them together."

"How, Greg?" Sara looked doubtful. Greg drew himself up importantly.

"Warrick, you still have Cath's door key from when you picked Lindsey up, right?" he asked to which Warrick nodded confusedly. "So we're gonna sneak into their houses and leave them notes pretending to be from each other!"

"Ooh, I like it!" Warrick commented gleefully. "Breaking and entering: Santa-style!"

"But what about Grissom?" Nick realised before he, Greg and Warrick turned to Sara.

"What?" she folded her arms across her chest defensively.

"Oh come on, don't pretend you don't have his door key," Greg grinned slyly. Sara pulled a face and reluctantly reached into her purse, holding out a key from a bunch of several.

"It was a long time ago," she mumbled crossly and the four of them hurried eagerly out of the door, not forgetting to grab some of the leftover vodka jellies for the road.

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"I'm driving! I'm driving!" Greg yelled, running towards his car as Nick tried to climb into the driver's seat. "I'm the only sober one here!" he claimed before promptly tripping on the curb.

"And we're very proud of you," Nick muttered dryly, manoeuvring himself into the passenger seat with difficulty.

"Right, Warrick," Sara opened the car door, taking on an air of authority and professionalism in the face of their mission. "You're in the back seat with me."

"And I didn't even have to buy you a drink," Warrick mused with a grin before getting into the car.

"So what's the plan, Greggo?" Sara enquired, leaning over the back of Nick's chair as Greg started up the car.

"Well – we leave them notes and...uh..." Greg trailed off and squinted into the road ahead.

"What do we say in the notes?" Sara pressed.

"We don't have any paper," Warrick observed. Nick groaned.

"This is Vegas, baby! It shouldn't be this hard to get two people married," he complained. "It's a wonder they've managed to not get married for this long."

"Ooh! Let's get married!" Sara shouted suddenly, smacking the back of Nick's chair in her excitement.

"Yeah! Who?" Greg brightened up, glancing at Sara's eager face in the mirror.

"All of us! Right now!" Sara decided.

"No, no, no, no!" Nick told her sternly. "There's no time! We're on a mission, Sara. Honestly." Sara sat back in her seat, looking disappointed.

"Yes. A Christmas mission," Warrick agreed. "Sorry Sar; I'll marry you next week."

"Oh – okay then," she perked up. "Sorry Nicky."

"I forgive you. Now where are we going to get some paper?" Nick took control of the situation and turned to Greg. "Are you sure this is gonna work?"

"Sure it is," Greg asserted positively. "It worked in Miracle On 34th Street, didn't it?"

"Huh?" Warrick's voice came from behind him but Greg only laughed to himself and shook his head at the memories.

"What a great movie. I like the part where they're all putting up their 'I Believe' signs..." Greg pondered, not realising that the car had fallen silent and that all eyes were now on him.

"Dude," Nick spoke finally, staring incredulously at his friend. "That's not cool."

"What?" Greg protested.

"Pull over!" Sara yelled, staring out of the window.

"Why? You're not going to hurl, are you?" Greg asked cautiously and got a slap to the back of his head for it.

"I'm not drunk," she snapped. "There's a convenience store down there that's still open. We can get cards and pens and stuff."

Greg pulled the car over and turned around with a gravely serious expression on his face.

"Nick, you're coming with me. Warrick and Sara – guard the car," he instructed, his voice strangely deeper than before. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car as Nick fell out the other side.

"Yes, sir!" Warrick saluted Greg and Sara giggled quietly to herself.

"What do we do?" she whispered loudly in the empty car.

"Guard the car," Warrick answered simply, looking around it. "Although I don't know why. What a hunk of junk."

"Hey, it even has weeds growing from the ceiling," she said, poking at the plant-life dangling from the ceiling, wrinkling her nose as she did so. Warrick looked at it and then at Sara.

"That's not a weed, Sar – that's mistletoe."

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