Well here's the last chapter thanks so much to everyone who's reviewed. I hope you like the ending : )

Greg disappeared off into the bathroom to get ready for bed, while Sara got changed in Cath's bedroom. Greg couldn't help but laugh at Sara's appearance when he came out into the hallway. She was wearing pink checked pyjama bottoms with a dark pink vest top. Sara Sidle and pink was something he never imagined could go together.

"Laugh it up Greggo, you don't look that hot yourself," smiled Sara, giggling at his navy pyjamas, which had stars on the bottoms.

"Hey, it was short notice and the shops were busy, this was the first pair I could find. Anyway, they're Christmassy," he smiled, as they walked to Lindsey's room.

"How?"

"Star of the north!" exclaimed Greg, as Sara shushed him.

"She might be asleep," Sara pointed out, cracking the door open just in time to see Lindsey run to her bed and dive under the covers.

"Or not," smiled Sara, as Greg threw a cushion at Lindsey.

"We know you're not asleep," he cried, as giggling erupted from the bed.

"Has mom put the presents out yet?" asked Lindsey, sitting up and throwing the cushion back at Greg.

"No, Santa has not been yet!" he said picking the cushion up.

"Santa only leaves a stocking, duh!"

Sara burst into laughter, as Greg was corrected about Santa.

"Shut it, Sidle," he warned, hitting her with the cushion, which Lindsey found hilarious.

"Oh, that's it!" Sara grabbed a pillow and threw it at Lindsey, and within seconds a full-scale pillow fight had broken out. Lindsey was bouncing on the bed throwing whatever she could reach, including her bed sheets, at Greg who was rolling commando style on the floor, trying to avoid Sara who was beating him with her pillow.

"Well, I think they're distracting her," smiled Catherine, as laughter was heard coming from the bedroom.

"Come on then, let's get these things out so I can go to bed," sighed Catherine, as Nick and Warrick got up.

"Gris, come on," she cried, taking off her paper hat and throwing it at him.

"I'm coming," he moaned, getting up and rubbing his head.

"Wow, you look like you've got half of Toys R Us wrapped up in there," exclaimed Warrick, as Cath opened a cupboard above her bed.

"I have," she replied simply, passing things down to them. "Grissom, go hang this on Lindsey's door, and be quiet!" she added, handing him the stocking.

"Isn't that Santa's job?" he asked.

"Oh, now you get a sense of humour?" she replied, grinning.

December 25th

The next morning Sara woke up cold. She fumbled around still half asleep, trying to find a cover to pull over her head.

"Sara!"

Someone shouting her name caused her to wake up abruptly, and she found Lindsey waving the cover to her sleeping bag around in the air, with Greg looking just as excited, jumping up and down on the spot.

"It's Christmas!" they cried in unison.

"Yeah…" mumbled Sara, snatching the cover back and wrapping herself up.

"Sara, come on! I want to open my presents!" With that Lindsey disappeared out the room. Moaning was heard next door where she had clearly woken Cath in the same way she had Sara.

"Come on!" cried Greg, who was rushing to get dressed. Sara waited until Greg had gone before getting changed herself, by which time Catherine had managed to drag Lindsey back to her room to get dressed.

"Morning," smiled Nick, coming into the kitchen, where Sara was nursing a cup of coffee.

"Hey," she smiled. "Have you seen Grissom?"

Grissom had slept on the sofa bed, and was clearly not a morning person. After been woken up by Lindsey running by him and screaming "Presents!" he had disappeared into the bathroom.

"PRESENT TIME!" screamed Lindsey, running into the living room and examining them all to find out which were hers.

"Linds, don't you want breakfast?" asked Catherine, who was now fully clothed and looking about awake as anyone. Well, except Greg, who was already next to his pile of presents shaking them eagerly.

"Greg, if that's breakable…" warned Sara, as Lindsey ran through grabbing her arm and dragging her to the presents.

"Come on!" she cried, as Grissom came back in and sat down.

"Can I start?" Lindsey asked, looking hopefully at her mom.

"Yes!" Cath replied, sitting down.

"Right, these are mine," said Lindsey pointing to the largest pile.

"They're Greg's," she said, pointing to where Greg was itching to unwrap something.

"Nick and Warrick's are in that corner." Everyone was surprised when Warrick got up and began looking at his.

"Sara's, Mom's," she continued pointing. "And Uncle Gil's."

"MINE?" Grissom asked, a bit too excited.

"God, you'd think he'd never had presents," mocked Greg.

"We can take turns opening," announced Lindsey, organising everyone.

"She takes after you, Cath," said Sara, as Lindsey handed her a present.

"I'm going first!" she announced, ripping the paper off a large box.

"Cookies," smiled Lindsey, holding up a large baking box. "Thanks, Mom!"

"Your turn, Greg," cried Lindsey, already picking out her next present.

"Yes, it's from the night shift, thanks guys," smiled Greg, ripping open the small gift. "Oh, funny!" he laughed, holding up a large jar of hair gel.

"Well, we know how much you use," laughed Sara.

"Come on then, you next," said Greg, throwing a gift at her. Sara eagerly ripped the paper off.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" asked Sara self-consciously, pulling at her hair whilst looking down at the pair of straighteners she had just been given.

"You look nice with straight hair," commented Grissom, making Sara go slightly red at all the attention she was getting.

"Someone else open something then," she announced.

Lindsey had got bored of waiting and had begun frantically unwrapping things and thanking people in the brief moments when she wasn't busy with boxes.

"Hey, cool," announced Greg, examining Lindsey's latest present: a Spiro-graph. "I used to have one of those!"

"What the heck is it?" asked Nick, as he began opening one of his presents.

"You draw patterns with it," explained Greg.

"Oh funny, I'll have you know I like my bachelor pad," announced Nick, putting his book on 'How to Decorate' down.

"Yeah, well at least you didn't get this," laughed Sara, throwing her latest gift at Greg.

"Well, we can't help it if you don't sleep," laughed Greg, throwing the sleeping tablets back at her.

"Come on Cath, open yours," smiled Greg.

"Judging by everyone else's, I don't want to!"

"We got everyone one joke and one nice thing," said Greg, rummaging through his. "Well actually, I got three," he said, holding up two boxes.

"Oh, FUNNY!" smirked Catherine, hitting Sara with a pillow. "Your idea?" she asked. Sara simply shrugged her shoulders as Cath put her 'Relaxing Songs' CD down.

"Come on, Greg, open your others," smiled Cath, as Greg eagerly opened his. He was more excited about his joke chemistry set than the shirt that was supposed to be the 'nice' present.

Warrick and Nick both had an aftershave and shower gel set each.

By now Lindsey had opened almost all her presents, and was piling them up in the corner.

"Come on Gil," sighed Catherine, as he took forever to find a corner on his present.

"For God's sake, we're not saving the wrapping paper," exclaimed Sara, as he finally ripped it.

"Your idea of a joke?" he asked, as an ant farm fell out onto the floor, while in his hands he held 'A Bug's Life' DVD.

"Good isn't it?" grinned Sara, as Lindsey ran over and hugged her after opening her present from Sara.

"I like the book," he smiled, opening a book dedicated to bugs and flicking through it.

"Well, it looks like Linds is almost done," smiled Greg, as she brandished a Twister box at Cath.

By now everyone had opened all their presents, and those who had brought ones from family had opened those too.

"Maybe later," was Cath's only reply when the phone rang. "Linds, it's Janice for you," she cried, coming back into the living room.

"I can't wait to clear up," she sighed, looking at the mound of wrapping paper and the presents Lindsey had opened, poked and then discarded to one side.

"Mom, can I go round to Janice's, please," asked Lindsey putting on a sweet voice, "Her Dad will pick me up."

"Yes," replied Cath, with no hesitation.

Ten minutes later and the living room was marginally tidy. Lindsey had gone round to her friend's house, while everyone had cleared up the rubbish and piled their presents up.

"So, I think its time for some Christmas spirit," smiled Cath, plonking down a bottle of vodka.

"Should we really drink that around Linds?" asked Warrick.

"She'll ring in about an hour and ask to sleep over, trust me," smiled Cath pouring herself a drink.

"What the heck does this thing do?" asked Greg, holding up one of Lindsey's presents as it began flashing.

"It has something to do with Barbie," announced Catherine, as Greg put it down, eyeing it suspiciously.

Ten minutes later Greg had played with nearly every one of Lindsey's presents, and almost all the vodka had gone.

"I vote we play Twister," he smiled, getting the mat out while Sara decided she wanted to join in too.

"COME ON GRIS!" Sara whined, slurring slightly.

"I'm not playing," he announced, sounding like a small child as he downed another brandy.

"Try some vodka, then you'll want to play," grinned Catherine, while spinning the spinner.

"Come on, we need one more person and Warrick's not going to play," said Sara, pointing at Warrick who was lay on the floor playing Mousetrap.

"Fine," sighed Grissom getting up, thinking he might actually have fun. The added brandy helped with this.

"Ok everyone, right hand blue." Everyone easily put their hand down, except Grissom who seemed slightly stiff.

"Right foot green," called Cath, as everyone stretched across the board.

"Hey! This isn't fair! She can reach further," cried Greg, as he struggled to stretch from one side of the mat to the other, while Sara did it easily.

"Left hand yellow," called Catherine. Grissom looked around, yellow was on the opposite side furthest away. Sara had gone into a sort of crab; bent over backwards with one leg in the air. Greg was lent over front ways looking like he was going to fall at any minute, whilst Nick was easily balanced, his hand stretching across under Sara. The only space left was behind Grissom so he had to practically crawl to reach it.

"Left leg red," announced Cath, grinning as Nick stretched his legs over the entire length of the mat, under where Sara was still doing a crab. Greg took the space behind Nick, his leg going over his.

"Greg, this is very uncomfortable," cried Nick as their legs rubbed together. Sara meanwhile was stretched so her leg went under both of theirs', and her head was now directly in line with Greg's making her laugh. Grissom had the easiest position this time; he was simply on all fours.

"Right hand blue," smiled Cath, as Greg slid his arm over Sara's body and under her leg reaching for a dot. Sara had to do a crab over Greg to reach the spot behind Nick, who was lent over her behind Grissom, his leg stuck between Sara and Greg. The only dot left was on the opposite side to Grissom. He managed to reach it by going under Greg and over Sara and Nick, but couldn't stay that way for long.

To Cath it was hilarious. Nick was on the bottom stretched out, his face red as he tried not to catch Sara who was almost laid on top of him, her leg going directly between his. Her face was upwards looking at Greg's backside, and was making her laugh more. Greg was facing down, his arms bent under Grissom and Sara, and his butt waving in her face as he stretched out.

"I'm falling," cried Grissom, just before he collapsed causing everyone to fall down, and Warrick and Cath to erupt in fits of laughter.

"Oooww!" came from the bottom of the pile where Sara had just been buried by three men.

"Sorry," said Grissom with a slight smile, as he pushed himself up trying to avoid everyone else.

"I'm bleeding," shouted Greg, suddenly getting up and pulling his up top, which had blood spatter on it, and looking for a cut.

"I can't see where it's coming from," said Catherine, who had got up and was looking for a source of blood.

"Err, it's not from you," said Nick, pointing to where Sara was curled up in a ball on the floor, her hands cupped round her face with blood flowing through them.

"Sara, honey, are you ok?" asked Grissom, bending down.

"Sara," called Catherine. "Let me look." She pulled Sara's hands away from her face. She couldn't make much out for all the blood.

"He hit me," said Sara, sitting up as blood ran down her face from her nose.

"Greg, get me a cloth."

With that Greg ran to the kitchen retuning with a cloth that Cath pressed to Sara's nose, making her wince in pain.

"Well, it's not broken," she said, pushing Sara's head forwards.

"Do you want to choke?" asked Catherine, as Sara tried to get the cloth of her face. "For gods sake, sit still. You too!" she shouted across to Warrick and Greg who were arguing over Greg's chemistry set.

"Don't you dare blow my house up!" she added, as Grissom went over and grabbed the box off them, only to start opening it himself.

"It's my present Cath," moaned Greg, grabbing another drink.

"Here, you drink this and hold that there until it stops bleeding," said Catherine, handing Sara a vodka and downing two herself.

"I think we messed up Lindsey's game," said Nick, holding the mat up which had blood drying on it.

"Stick in the sink, it'll be fine," announced Cath, as the phone rang.

"That was Linds, she's staying over at Janice's," called Catherine, coming back in to find her front room had been turned into Dexter's lab. Sara was sat with a rather swollen and red nose that had stopped bleeding, passing Greg a bottle, while Grissom had lit a small oil burner and was pouring liquids into a jar on top. Warrick was measuring out. Well, at least that was what he was supposed to be doing. Actually he was randomly adding in things to change the colour.

"What are you doing?" asked Catherine pouring another drink.

"Making stuff to glow in the dark," laughed Greg, putting his finger over the top of a test tub and shaking it.

"It will look pretty," added Sara grinning.

"Let me do it," cried Nick, trying to grab the bottle off Warrick. Somewhere in between their argument, Warrick managed to add some of Cath's vodka. He handed the mix to Grissom who happily put it over the flame. There was a loud bang and a short flash of flames, causing everyone to jump backwards as Cath's carpet caught fire.

"FIRE!" screamed Greg panicking, while Nick began hitting at it with a cushion until it went out.

"Well, that wasn't supposed to happen," puzzled Grissom, re reading the box.

"There's a hole," laughed Catherine pointing to her carpet and laughing, something she wouldn't be doing once she sobered up.

"My nose hurts," cried Sara pointing.

"Let's play with a different pressy," pleaded Greg.

"We could watch my DVD," suggested Grissom, to which everyone agreed.

"This was fun. Pity Christmas is only once a year," said Warrick, settling on the sofa as Catherine laid her feet across him.

"It's New Year soon, I hear there's going to be a party," smiled Greg, settling down in between Sara and Grissom who were sat on the floor, while Nick took up one seat to himself.

"Sounds like fun," smiled Nick, as they began watching the DVD.

"Imagine what sort of an explosion we could make with fireworks," added Sara grinning, as Cath threw a cushion at her.

THE END