AN: WOW! I have so many reviews!! YAY!! I feel so happy… Jumps up and does cheery dance as reviews float around me like snowflakes… Yeah okay cheesy but that made me really happy! YAY:-) And to Livi11, I was so confused at first as to what was so special about that line then I cracked up, at the idea of Nick and Sara shoving a horse on the plane! Heehee…funny. Anyway, here's chapter 2!

PS: Would have been up sooner, but I was away for a couple of days with only a laptop that belongs to my dad that has no floppy drive or anything so I couldn't save anything! OH NO! Oh the Humanity!!!

PSS: After watching the newest CSI, there are some new things about Sara's past… however, I'm sticking with her parents being hippies for now just because this is a new development in the series and I'd like to see where they take it. Plus, this is a humour fic, and not that it's not important, but this story isn't about that. If you have a problem with that then… you get no chocolate covered George Eads for Christmas.

Anyway, on with the show, er…fic…

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All I Want For Christmas Is You, Chapter 2

"So, if I'm about to meet the people that made the Nick Stokes I see before me, can you tell me a bit about them?" Sara asked Nick, as she tried to keep her mind off the fact that she was 30 000ft in the air in a metal tube, shooting through the skies at about 650mph.

Nick grinned as he thought of his family. "Of course. Well, as you know, there's seven of us; two boys, and five girls. My brother is the oldest, and he was going off to college when I was barely two, so I grew up with my sisters."

"Oh I bet they have some good embarrassing stories about you." Sara grinned mischievously.

"Oh they do, but I have plenty of stories about each of them to blackmail them from telling a soul. Besides, they loved me." He grinned.

"I'm sure."

"Who do you think they trained to be a perfect Texan gentleman so that I would know how to treat a lady?" He pointed at himself. "Anyway, my brother Lucas is 49. He's married to Susan, and they have 3 boys and 2 girls. Donna, 46, and Jason have one boy and two girls. Melanie, she's 42, and Stephen, have 2 boys and 2 girls. Kerry is 41, and she's married to Michael. They have two boys and one girl. Joanne is 38, and she and Christopher have one boy and two girls. Emily is the second youngest, she's 36. She and Nathaniel have two boys, a girl, and one on the way." He noticed Sara looked like she was mentally taking notes. Laughing, Nick added, "And they won't quiz you on any of this. I did manage to tell mom yesterday that you're an only child and will probably be very frightened of us, so she's going to warn the girls to go easy on you."

Sara visually relaxed. "Thank God. I knew your family is huge but…holy shit…I never realized…"

Nick couldn't help but laugh. "Ah, don't worry about it. I'm the favourite uncle too, so I'm sure they'll go nice on 'Aunt Sara'."

"You're only the favourite because you're just like a big kid. I don't think you've finished growing."

He puffed out his chest as he looked at her, pretending to be insulted. "I think I look pretty grown up, don't you?"

Sara couldn't help but look him up and down. Oh did he ever, Nick looked like a real man. She mentally wiped off the drool when she realized she was staring at the muscular plains of his strong chest, and she tried to look at his face instead of his body. She wasn't sure what to say. She knew what she wanted to say, and she knew what she wanted to do to him, but that would definitely be crossing the friendship lines into uncharted territory.

Thankfully, the PA cracked to life just at the right moment. "Attention everyone, this is your Captain speaking. We're now approaching the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport. It's a bit busy in there today, so we may have to circle around a few times, but we'll get you home in time for the holidays. So, sit tight, and Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy New Year."

"We're almost there." Sara could tell Nick was getting more and more excited about finally coming home. Out of all of the CSIs, he seemed to value family and friends the most.

"You love your home, don't you?" She said almost enviously.

"Don't you love yours?"

"Well, it's a long story." She sighed. "My parents are ex hippies, and they've never understood my fascination with science and with my career. And being an only child, we weren't exactly what you'd call a close-knit family. Not like yours."

"Hey, sometimes I wish I wasn't from such a huge family. In Texas, I'm always George's son, or someone's brother, or the youngest Stokes, or Stokes' young'un." Sara couldn't help but laugh as he made his voice deeper and his accent thicker to imitate other people. "In Vegas, people know me for who I am, or don't know me at all. When your dad's a judge and your mom's a Public Defender, you're recognized by a lot of people."

"I bet."

"But of course, I love comin home, especially for the holidays." His grin got bigger and his accent more pronounced.

While the two of them talked, they hardly noticed anything but each other, and only realized they were descending when the plane hit the ground, causing both of them to jump back into reality.

"Wow, I hardly noticed that one."

"I had no idea you were so afraid of flying. We could have taken an extra week and had a road trip if you had told me."

"Well," She blushed. "I'm not the type of person that goes around and tells everyone exactly what I'm afraid of."

"I thought you were a member of the mile high club."

Sara's face turned about 15 shades of red. "I needed a distraction."

Nick laughed out loud as he stood up to get their carry ons overhead. "Well since I know your fear, I'll tell you mine. I'm afraid of peanut butter."

"Peanut butter?"

"Well I told you guys I hate it just because I didn't want to admit it. But I'm afraid of it sticking to the roof of your mouth." Sara tried not to laugh. "I know, it sounds stupid, but I am."

"At least I'm afraid of something that makes sense."

"Sara, do you realize how many people go flying everyday and don't crash?"

"Do you realize how many people have eaten peanut butter and survived?" She teased him. "I for one, have faced the risk and eaten it by the spoonful in my college days." She laughed out loud when he shuddered at the thought. "I risked my life almost every day by eating a BP&J at lunchtime."

Nick couldn't help but laugh at the idea of Sara stealthily eating the peanut butter sandwich with one hand, and with a gun pointed at the jar, prepared for action.

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They finally got out of the plane and were waiting around for their luggage when they heard several tiny voices screaming, "Uncle Nicky! Uncle Nicky!"

Nick grinned from ear to ear and knelt down when he saw three little girls running towards him, arms extended. They tackled him with hugs and kisses, all of them grabbing an arm or his neck or wherever they could find to hold onto him.

"Why, hello little ladies." He stood up, one in each arm and one little girl wrapped around his leg. He laughed when he saw three women running through the crowds, looking for the little girls. "Mom! Ker! Em!! You looking for these little rascals?"

"There you are!" The oldest lady screeched when she saw her youngest son. "Oh Nicolas!"

"Hi mom!" He held back his tears and laid his little nieces down on the floor before wrapping his arms around the older lady, who was much shorter than he was. Sara watched, trying not to draw attention to herself. She always knew he was close to his family, but when she saw him hugging his mother, she took the moment to back off and let his mother greet her son.

"Nicolas, I missed you." She was crying now.

"I know, Mom." Nick answered and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Mom, there's someone I'd like you to meet." He took Sara's hand and pulled her over. "Mom, this is Sara Sidle. Sara, this is my mom, Evelyn."

"Hello, Sara, it's so nice to finally meet you! We've all heard so much about you!" Nick shifted uncomfortably. "Nicolas talks about you non stop when he's home, and on the phone."

"Really?" She grinned up at him. "I had no idea."

Before he could say anything, two girls went up and hugged Nick. "Guess who!"

"Hey girls!" He hugged them both and placed a kiss on their cheeks.

"And you must be Sara!"

"We've heard so much about you!" The other answered.

"Oh…" Sara could hardly speak as she starred at the girls, wide eyed.

"And we're so glad our Nicky has finally found a girlfriend that's serious enough to take home with him."

"And you sound so nice, from what Nicky's said."

"Can I see your left hand?"

"Do you know if he's gonna pop the question soon?"

"Are you living together?"

"Does he treat you properly?"

"Girls, before you cause her to run off and hitchhike her way back to Vegas, I'd like to introduce you." Nick stepped in between Sara and his sisters, putting a protective arm around her. "This is Sara, as you've already figured out. Sara, this is Kerry, and this is Emily. I call them Kerr and Em, but it's up to you, what you decide to call them. I sometimes call them bi—"

"Nicolas!" His mother smacked him over the head. "Be nice and mind your manners. You may be 32 I can still wash my son's mouth out with soap! And in the presence of this young lady! And your mother! Nicolas do I have to tell your father?"

"Mom…" He couldn't believe she was treating him like a five year old, in the middle of an airport full of people, and in front of Sara.

Sara giggled and he stuck out his tongue at her. "Nick, do what your mother told you. Be nice." She pretended to scold him.

"Cute." He grinned and felt something tugging on his pant leg. Looking down, he saw a little girl with blonde curls. "And what can I do for you, little lady?" She looked up at him with a puppy dog face and he bent down and picked her up. Once she was up in his arms, she whispered something to him. "Who's that?" He repeated, nodding to Sara. "Now, where are my manners? Celina, this is my friend Sara. Sara, this is my little friend Celina."

"I'm not little!" The little girl pouted. She whispered something else in his ear and he laughed.

"That's right, you're not. You're a big girl now! And of course you're my little girlfriend, how could I forget?" He winked and Sara, who grinned at how cute he was with kids. Why don't you tell Sara how old you are, Celina?"

"I'm thwee." She held up two fingers and looked at her hand, concentrating on it and finally brought up the third finger.

"Three? Wow! Well before you know it you'll be able to drive!" Nick told her, enthusiastically.

The tiny blonde giggled. "We have somefink for you."

"Oh and what's that?"

"Leslie? Do you have Unca Nicky's gift?" The little girl shouted to her sister who was standing below her.

"Yup!" Leslie, who looked to be about five stood up next to Nick and poked his arm. "Uncle Nicky? Mom told us to give you this."

Nick looked down and set Celina down when he saw what they had for him. "Alright! My Stetson!" He grinned and took the cowboy hat from his niece and put it on his head. "I missed this so much!"

"Why didn't you take it back to Vegas with you?"

"Well, it kind of sticks out in Vegas." He admitted.

"Nick, do you realize the amount of weird people are in Vegas? A cowboy hat would not attract attention." Sara piped up.

"No, but you guys certainly would have a laugh at it."

"That's true." She giggled.

"Oh, do you find it funny?"

"Not at all. It really suits you." She grinned. The cowboy hat really completed the ensemble, coupled with his charm, accent and Texan grin. He really fit the role of a Texan. Smiling she leaned up and whispered in his ear, "I find cowboys very sexy."

Nick was surprised by her remark, but decided it was just her playing the part of the 'girlfriend'. Grinning he put his arm around her. "Would you like to wear my hat?"

"Oh, is this the Texan equivalent of a Letterman jacket?"

"If you want to look at it that way. But I'll only give it to you if you don't have a closet full of Letterman jackets at home?"

"Actually I've never had one."

"Well, little lady, you can wear my Stetson." He put it on her and took a step back to admire her. "Really suits you." He leaned down. "Have I mentioned I find cowgirls sexy? Especially those wearing my own hat?" He grinned at her and winked.

"Aww, you gave her your hat!" Emily gushed. "Sara it looks great on you. I still have Nathaniel's Stetson, he gave me his on our wedding night."

"Oh how sweet!" Kerry grinned from ear to ear. "Nicky, kiss her."

"I don't think they need an audience, girls—" Their mother began when Nick brought Sara into a dip and kissed her softly.

In surprise, Sara grabbed the hat in one hand and rubbed his back with the other. She tried to remind herself of the fact that he was just pretending, but she couldn't help but notice the feel of his soft lips on hers.

When he stood her back up, she tried not to look like she had enjoyed it too much, but also tried to look like this sort of thing happened every day. In reality, she didn't know how she would walk to the car with her legs feeling like jelly.

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TBC…this took longer than planned…the story will start to move faster once I get going, I promise. Oh and I want to write a post ep for tonight's episode, but I guess that will have to wait until I'm finished this one!