Haunted Christmas

Ch. 6

Author Note: I am so sorry that it's taken me so long to update this story (RL has been slightly crazy, plus I've had minor writer's block). Anyway, thanks to anyone who's still with this story.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it.

Sara and Grissom stood in the foyer of the house, having come to the conclusion that there was nothing out of the ordinary in the house, although the butterfly room had certainly been strange. Sara wrinkled her nose.
"Do you smell that?" she asked Grissom suddenly. A strangely familiar scent had wafted in as if from another room. It smelled almost like formaldehyde, only with a twist. Lemon maybe? Sara couldn't decide. Before Grissom could reply, floorboards creaked overhead.

Meanwhile, back at the lab…

"Run, run Rudolph!" Nick sang along with the CD at the top of his lungs. Since Greg wasn't working that night, Nick felt somewhat obligated to fill his shoes, at least in the music department.
Catherine strolled in. It had been a relatively slow night, since most of the criminals were waiting until all of the presents had been unwrapped to steal them.
"I wonder how things are going with Griss and Sara," she mused. "Do you think they've killed each other yet?"
Nick winced at this mental image. "Well, they both know how to hide a body so it won't be found," he said slowly. "My money's on Sara, though. That many years of trying to deal with Grissom can't be healthy."
"I wonder what they're going to do when they don't see the ghost?" Catherine wondered. "Do you think we should consider the Witness Protection Program?"

Back in the "haunted" house...

Having checked both the first and second floors and found nothing (once again), Grissom and Sara found themselves staring at the door to the attic.
"You go first," Sara suggested, trying to appear polite.
"No, no. Ladies first," Grissom insisted. He didn't want to admit it, but he had a mortal fear of small, dusty attics, and although the house was big, the attic seemed as though it might be relatively small.
Sara rolled her eyes, then shoved the door. It swung open with hardly a creak, causing her to raise her eyebrows at Grissom. However, it was what she saw next that caused her to squeak and shove Grissom backwards in her haste to get out of the attic.

End Chapter 6

(I know, it's short, but I promise to update again soon.)