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SCHEME, A Holiday Drabble
A casual bet between coworkers may be the beginning of something interesting. G/S
Rating: PG-13; Published on 10/27/2005 - Reviews 4

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A/N: This is a holiday drabble. Yes, that's right, holiday, as in Ho! Ho! Ho! and tinsel and chestnuts roasting on an open fire. I've seen the calendar. Blame the department stores for putting the Christmas ornaments out before Halloween. It's just wrong.

Sara stopped in her tracks right by Grissom's office, blinking curiously at the sight before her. He was standing on a step stool, taping what looked a lot like a sprig of mistletoe to the top of his doorway. She was all for holiday spirit, but it was only the first week in November. "Getting desperate, Griss?"

"Lost a bet to Greg," he grumbled, not bothering to look down at her. "From now till New Year's Day. Best to just drop it."

"It's dropped." She smiled as she watched, thinking it was nice to see him participating in some camaraderie around the lab. She took a few innocent steps toward him. "Is that real?"

"Of course," he replied, as if only a true Christmas Grinch would dare hang plastic mistletoe. He realized at that moment he'd probably go through four or five of the real ones between now and then. They'd surely droop and sag with time.

"So, it's poisonous?"

"I don't plan on eating it," he said, stepping down to examine his handiwork. "Huh, now I can't close my door," he commented pensively.

Sara was studying the problem as well, frowning a little. She nodded beside him as they stared up at the sprig. "Hmm. Can't shut people out," she noted.

He gave her a brief sideways glance. "Can't hide people inside either."

Sara raised brow but said nothing. Then she gave a short sigh and turned to him. "Anyway, just wanted to give you this file before you left."

"Thank you." Their fingers touched, and the distance between them magically shrunk. Their eyes met, and for a second, Sara swore he smiled at her. "My, uh...report's in there," she stumbled. He only nodded.

Simultaneously, their eyes wandered back up to the mistletoe. "Want to test it?" he asked innocently, though the mischievous glimmer in his eye gave him away.

"I'm sure it works just fine," she answered, blushing as she grinned back at him.

"Still..." His head was cocked adorably to one side, and her heart began to race.

Smoothly, she slid a little bit closer to him. "You'll never be able to last the whole holiday season without closing your door to the outside world."

"I can make every effort," he said with his chin out proudly, and it sounded like some kind of promise.

His eyes widened when Sara licked her lips. She held his arm as she slowly leaned forward and kissed him on his cheek, lingering for several lovely seconds. Still leaning against him, she looked up and said, "Works great. I'll warn the female population of the lab."

"You do that," he managed, only a little breathless while he stared at her mouth. It didn't work that great. She'd missed his lips completely.

She finally stepped back and started to walk off. "Hey, Sara?"

"Hm?"

"My door is always open."

"I know." She walked away, hiding the prominent smirk on her face, wondering how Grissom lost a bet to Greg in the first place.

It was twenty minutes later when Grissom dropped a ten-dollar bill on the layout table in front of Greg. Greg smiled up at his supervisor, but his eyes held a trace of confusion. "Hey, we bet twenty bucks," he reminded.

"I know. It didn't work all the way. When it yields the desired result, I'll pay you the rest," Grissom replied, not willing to say another word.

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