Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Just thought it would be fun to use them.
Summary: A couple found dead in the mist of the holiday season, finds Grissom, Warrick and Greg to figure out why. Meanwhile, Catherine, Sara and Nick have a little holiday mystery of their own.
Author's Notes: A little gift for the holiday season with hints of GSR. Hope you enjoy.
Secret Santa
Chapter One
In an upper end neighborhood, signs of the upcoming holidays were unmistakable. All the houses on the streets were decorated with brightly shining lights, some blinking, and plastic Santa figures displayed in the front yards. Each house competed to outshine the other.
Around 10:30PM a dark SUV passed these houses, heading towards the far end of the street. The vehicle approached the largest and most conspicuously decorated houses at the end of a cul-de-sac.
The thing that made this particular house stand out amongst all the other was the complete lack of decorations. It was completely dark and devoid of any blinking lights or holiday figurines.
The SUV pulled into the long driveway. A middle-aged woman with dark hair got out of the driver's seat and reached back into the car to collect her shopping bags. Locking up the vehicle she turned and headed into the house.
She let herself in one of the side doors, struggling with the key for a moment as she wrestled with shopping bags. Entering the kitchen, she placed her bags down on the counter and turned on a light.
Stopping to listen, the woman heard the soft sound ofPerry Comosing "It's Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas."
"Mr. Cape," the woman called out. "Are you still up?"
She made her way towards the living room, followingthe sound of themusic. As she passed through the entryway, a roaring fire lit the entire room. Unlike the outside of the house, the living room was festively decorated. A large tree stood at the opposite end of the room from the fireplace, spectacularly lit and decorated with fine ornaments.
The woman froze for a moment, confused that she found the room empty.
"Mr. Cape?" She approached the fireplace, watching the flames dance hypnotically before turning to the coffee table. Two glasses remained on the coffee table. She moved to pick them up when she gasped, halting all movement.
There on the floor in front of her, lied the body of Mr. Cape, stiff and lifeless, and more shocking still was the body of a woman lying about a foot away, blood pooled around her lifeless form.