A Sprig of Mistletoe
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Category: CSI - Ship Ahoy!
Characters: Catherine Willows
, Gil Grissom
, Greg Sanders
, Jim Brass
, Nick Stokes
, Sofia Curtis
, Warrick Brown
Genres: First Time
, RomanceWarnings: None
It's that time of year again, and the lab rats have something special up their sleeves for the CSIs.
Catherine was sitting in Gil's office, writing up some reports. Technically they were his reports, but since she was still trying to decide what to get him for Christmas on Christmas Eve, she felt that this was a good compromise.
As she looked up for about the five hundredth time (paperwork was boring) she noticed Wendy walking down the corridor – wearing wings and a halo. This was not something she saw every day, and she was about to get up and go investigate when Gil walked through the door.
"Gil! Did you just see Wendy dressed up like an angel or have I been doing paperwork for too long?"
"No, I saw it. Something about a Christmas party. Are you doing my paperwork?"
"A Christmas party? And yes, I am. You can say thankyou Catherine, now."
"Thank you, Catherine," Gil dutifully answered.
"So tell me about the Christmas party. I didn't know we were having one."
"We aren't, as far as I know. Some of the lab techs are dressed up, and Greg is dressed like an elf, but nothing else is going on."
"Gil, a train could run through here and you probably wouldn't notice it."
"That's not true. I would notice it if it ran through my office because it would disturb me."
Catherine rolled her eyes. "Why weren't we invited to the Christmas party?"
"I don't even know if there is one."
Nick appeared at the doorway. "Hey, did you guys know there was a Christmas party on tonight?"
Catherine looked pointedly at Gil. He lifted his hands in a 'who me?' gesture and smiled innocently.
Nick glanced between the two of them. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, Nick. We're fine," Gil said.
When Nick left, Catherine turned and stared expectantly at Gil. "Well?"
"What?" He smiled. "I thought we were doing paperwork?"
Before Catherine could reply, Henry walked down the corridor dressed as Frosty the Snowman. He was covered in some kind of white fluff, and looked very uncomfortable.
"Don't look at me," Gil told her. "I don't know anything, remember?"
"You're being very infuriating this evening."
"It must be the Christmas spirit getting to me. In fact..."
Greg ran into the room, the bells on his shoes jingling. "Hey guys! Look, Grissom! I brought a Santa hat for your Big Mouth Billy Bass." He reached up, placing the hat askew on the fish. "You're missing all the fun you know. Half the lab is in there kissing each other. Nick and Mandy, Brass and Sofia, oh and Hodges is cracking on Wendy. It's a love in and it might do good for the two of you to..." He froze when he saw the look on Gil and Catherine's faces. "Right. What would you two need a love in for?"
After he disappeared, catching up in the corridor with Archie and Bobby D who were dressed up as Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, (Archie was the back – he lost a coin toss), Gil turned to Catherine.
"What's he talking about? What would you and I need a love-in for?"
Catherine lifted an eyebrow. "Yeah, that's a toughie."
"Is this one of those times that you say something I'm supposed to understand or are you being sarcastic?"
She shrugged. "Maybe a little of both?"
He watched her carefully. "You're calm, but you're mad. I've done something wrong again, haven't I?"
Catherine sighed. "Gil, you're my best friend, but you've been an ass lately. I guess you suggesting we didn't need a 'love-in' as Greg put it, made me realise just how much I miss my friend."
"I'm not a mind reader, Catherine."
"No one's asking you to be. It's just..." She looked at him. "You remember when I told you to look up from your microscope now and then?"
"Yes. You were having a screwdriver."
"You haven't been looking up. Or you've been looking up and still acting like a jerk. I just don't know anymore."
"Catherine..." He sighed. "I have been a jerk."
"No, I know I've been a jerk. I've been a terrible friend to you and I haven't been there when you needed me. I'm going to try and be better, I promise."
She shoved her hands in her pockets. "Yeah, well you better." There was an awkward silence between them until she spoke again. "So...what now?"
Gil extended his arm. "Can I escort you to the Christmas party, Ms Willows?"
"Why Gil, you're being almost charming." She took his arm. "And yes, you may."
They found that Greg had definitely not been exaggerating when he'd claimed there was a love-in going on in the lab. Mandy and Nick were quietly talking in a corner, Mandy even blushing on occasion which surprised both Gil and Catherine. Brass and Sofia were laughing together by the punch, and Catherine hoped no one had spiked it this year.
"Hey! You guys came!" Greg ran over, a bright eyed young woman beside him. "I have hats for you."
The woman rolled her eyes. "Greg...one day you're going to get yourself fired."
"But not tonight. Because tonight is Christmas eve and I've been good for Santa this year."
Catherine snorted with laughter, then covered her face with her hand. "Sorry. Gut reaction."
"I've saved the perfect hats for you two," Greg said. "Nick and Warrick got reindeer antlers so they can lock horns together. Wendy and Mandy got halos, because they would have both hurt me otherwise. Sofia and Brass have matching Santa hats, and Archie and Bobby D are Rudolph."
Gil glanced around the room. "Where is Hodges?"
"Oh, that one was easy," Greg smirked. "He's the Grinch."
Catherine's eyes widened. "Where is he?"
"Oh, he'll be here. I told him Wendy was waiting for him." Greg grinned. "Anyway, here are your hats. Close your eyes!"
"Greg..." Gil frowned.
"Come on, boss. PLEASE?"
Catherine shrugged and closed her eyes, and after a moment, Gil did the same. As Greg put the hats on, a hushed silence fell across the room. Even without opening their eyes, Gil and Cath both started to worry.
They opened their eyes and each saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging in front of their faces. Catherine lifted her hands up and felt a halo on her head that the mistletoe was attached to.
"Greg..." Gil began.
Jim Brass smirked. "You guys wouldn't want to break with tradition, now would you?"
Sofia gestured to the cuffs resting on Jim's belt. "He'll enforce the law if he has to."
"And tradition suggests on the lips would be better," Warrick piped up.
"And if you're going to fire someone – this was all Greg's idea," Nick added.
Catherine's jaw dropped. "You all set us up?"
Hodges chose that moment to enter the room. He was painted entirely green and was wearing a tattered Santa suit. "Sanders!"
"Shut up, Hodges!" everyone cried.
"Major moment about to happen here," Greg informed the Grinch. "At least let me see this before you kill me. Then I can die happy."
Catherine shot the young man a look. "If I don't get to you first..." She turned to Gil, and was surprised at the look on his face. "Gil..."
He smiled at her and shrugged. "Do you really want to break with tradition and have Jim lock us up?"
Her eyes widened. "You're the last man I ever thought would have been prone to PDA."
Gil quirked an eyebrow. "Personal Digital Assistant?"
"Public Displays of Affection," Greg said. When Catherine shot him a look, he shrugged. "What? I'm just helping out."
Gil took off his halo and turned to Catherine. "It's Christmas. And I believe tradition only calls for once piece of mistletoe."
"Greg was just hedging his bets," Warrick explained.
Brass shifted Sofia closer to his body. "Would you two get on with it? Greg isn't going to let us out of here until you two kiss, and some of us have places to be."
Catherine's eyes turned fiery and she glared at him. "Oh, our setup is inconveniencing you. Well, perhaps..."
Before another word could be spoken, Gil's lips descended on hers. At first it was tentative, hesitant even, but as their lips melded together the kiss became deeper. Catherine moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her body shivered as Gil slipped his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
Hodges the Grinch folded his arms. "Bah..."
Wendy kissed him lightly. "What were you saying?"
His face lit up. "Nothing."
Gil finally broke the kiss and his hands cupped Catherine's face. "Hi."
Catherine smiled at him. "Hi, back." She pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "How about we get out of here?"
"I think that's a very good idea."
Greg was outraged. "Hey! Are you blowing off my party to go have sex?"
Gil glared at him.
Catherine chuckled and ran her hands down Gil's back. "No, we're going to go and talk. As for the sex – maybe later – if Gil thinks he can redeem himself."
Gil bent down and whispered in her ear. "I'm your servant."
Catherine stood on tiptoes to reply, so that only she and Gil would hear her reply. "I'll remember you said that."
As they left the party, everyone noticed a serious blush on Gil's face – and a look of sheer terror.