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 wealth of support that's out there. The reviews were brilliant, as ever, so thanks to: terrible-envy, Megara1 (sorry to leave you hanging like that!), Jenn Sidle, tria246815 (and also I didn't mean to be patronising about the jelly – just Thorough!), Gonna Marry A CSI (do I not get a monkey now?), Gerardfan and Celsie (Christ yes, I could go for being in the backseat with Warrick...) The reviews were really great, please keep 'em coming. There's some shameless begging for you.

And, as ever: Enjoy! Love LJ xXx

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To All, A Good Night. Chapter Four. With Bells On

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"Is it?" Sara squinted at it in the gloom of the car and laughed. "Trust Greg to be tacky enough to hang mistletoe in the back seat of his car." Warrick looked at it, at her again and shrugged.

"Can't blame a guy for trying," he said and kissed her. Sara laughed.

"I don't think this was what he had in mind," she replied, kissing him back.

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"Hello?" Greg called into the apparently empty store.

"Helloooo?" Nick echoed before knocking into a festively-dressed mannequin. "I'm terribly sorry." He apologized sincerely and wandered about the store behind Greg.

"Hey!" A guy came out from the back. "Sorry, we were just shifting the Christmas dummies out to the trash, I didn't think anyone would drop by tonight – how can I help you?"

"Do you have any cards?" Greg enquired, leaning on the counter.

"And pens." Nick hissed to him.

"And pens," Greg added.

"And this," Nick put a six-pack of beer onto the counter and held up his hands defensively in response to Greg's look. "Just for the road."

The shop clerk nodded and bagged the items for which Greg conned the drunken Nick into paying. As the clerk handed the grocery bag to Greg, Nick suddenly grabbed his arm.

"What did you say you were throwing out again?" Nick asked the clerk and, with Greg and Nick exchanging glances, grins spread on both their faces.

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"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Nick sang as he got back into the car and jingled when he shook his head since the Santa hat on his head had a bell on the end. He glanced down at his jacket trimmed with white faux-fur and the curly white beard, disappointed to see it didn't really go with his jeans. Greg climbed into the driver's seat similarly dressed and looked back for a response from Warrick and Sara only to find the reason why they'd been so quiet.

"Oh man, will you cut that out?" Greg groaned. Warrick and Sara sprang apart guiltily. "It's meant to be Catherine and Grissom."

"Well you put up the mistletoe," Sara argued.

"Yeah – and you can't ignore The Mistletoe. It's the law." Warrick reasoned gravely. Greg rolled his eyes and tugged the decoration off the ceiling.

"We're sorry Greg," Sara looked at her feet. "I like your hat."

"Well good news!" Nick whooped throwing a bundle of things into the back seat. "There's some for all! If we're gonna do this, we might as well do it properly."

"Ooh..." Warrick pulled on his red jacket and white beard before turning to Sara, perching the hat on his head. "How do I look?"

"Very nice, Mr Brown," Sara commented, putting on her own festive outfit. "You look very good in a beard."

"Oh so do you," he returned the compliment and she, plucking at the elastic of her white Santa beard, giggled.

"Why, thank you." she grinned and leant over to Greg and Nick. "Did you get the cards?" Nick obediently handed them over with a pen.

"Will you two write them, seeing as you seem to be getting on quite well back there," he remarked lightly.

"Okay, well what do I say?" Warrick took a card and handed the other to Sara. "I'll write the one for Cath, shall I?"

"I don't know," Nick shrugged. "What would Grissom say if he wanted to marry someone?"

"Oh, got it." Warrick began to scribble something on the card, reading aloud as he went. "'Catherine, will you marry me? Gil.'"

"He's not dead inside, 'Rick," Nick advised, reproachfully.

"Oh sorry," Warrick adjusted the card. "'Catherine, will you marry me? Gil xxx'"

"Yeah that sounds about right." Greg nodded, taking the card back off Warrick.

"I'll go with that too," Sara suggested, writing the reverse of that onto her card.

"No, Catherine's more friendly – she'd say something nice to him. Not just that," Nick noted wisely, stroking his beard.

"Gotcha." Sara muttered vaguely and added something to the card before handing it back to Nick who glanced at it.

"Wait a second, 'Your ass is spectacular'?" he read out, doubtfully.

"That's nice," said Sara before noting the disturbed stares of Nick and Warrick. "What's wrong with it?"

"I wouldn't call it spectacular, but it's certainly not without its charm," Greg stated.

"See?" Sara told the other two.

"Sara, it's a sad day when Greg Sanders is the only one on your side," Warrick sighed, shaking his head but before she could argue back, Greg started up the engine.

"Okay, kids – let's get this show on the road. Next stop – the Willows residence," he announced flamboyantly as the car rattled down the streets, its passengers spontaneously breaking into choruses of Jingle Bells whenever the feeling struck.

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