First two
Still accepting ficlets, although given that it's 2am I make no promises as to the quality. Still...enjoy :)
For crimsonquills: Gibbs/Tony.
"I'll be up in a second," Tony said, giving Gibbs a push toward the stairs.
"Something I should know about?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
Tony grinned and kissed him briefly. "It's Christmas Eve, and you expect me to tell you? Go on, Jethro. I'll be up in a minute."
Gibbs shook his head, but headed upstairs, the seventh stair creaking a little as it always did. Tony waited until the footsteps had stopped before running out to his car and picking up the box he'd had in his trunk. Bringing it back in, he opened it and took out the contents carefully.
It wasn't much. Just a book-type picture frame, handmade from cedar and cherry wood. He opened it, sliding the pictures in. On the left, a redheaded woman, laughing, her hair spilling over her shoulders. She was obviously at dinner somewhere; she wore a blue dress and held a wineglass in one hand.
On the right, a girl--probably about nine or ten. Thin, strawberry blonde, she had the same big smile as the woman on the left and a pair of blue eyes Tony swore he'd have known anywhere.
It had taken him a lot of work to get those pictures, and Tony hoped it'd be worth it.
"Shannon and Kelly," he murmured, touching the frame as he said their names. "Can't say I wish I'd known you, because then I wouldn't be with him. But..." He sighed and placed the frame on the mantel. "You meant a lot to him. You still do. And..." He shrugged. "Merry Christmas."
For amireal: Nick/Greg.
First it had been the showgirl headdress. Then it had been...Grissom couldn't remember what had been next, but he was pretty sure everyone else did.
And now Greg was wandering the halls of the Las Vegas Crime Lab wearing a Santa hat with a sprig of mistletoe pinned to the white ball at the end.
Whoever said he'd grown up considerably since becoming a CSI had apparently never seen Greg at the holidays. Full of cheer didn't quite begin to cover it, even with the double homicide he'd worked earlier the week, the double shift he was working now, and the prospect of actually working December 25. Which, Gil realized with a glance at his watch, had started two hours ago.
But none of it seemed to dampen Greg's spirits. Gil wondered just how much caffeine he'd had.
He saw Greg turn the corner and nearly collide with Nick, who was--fortunately--not carrying anything. "Whoa, Greg! Where were you going so fast?"
Greg grinned. "Nowhere in particular. I need to see if my lab results are back in yet--I thought I'd bother Jacqui. And you are standing under my hat."
"So?" Nick looked up. "It's a hat with..."
"Pay up, Stokes," Greg teased.
"Greg! We're in the middle of--" Nick gestured.
"And you're standing under the mistletoe and--mmf!" Greg shut up abruptly when Nick pulled him close and kissed him, hard, fast, and leaving absolutely no question in Grissom's mind about any possible involvement between them.
"Happy now?" Nick asked, but the glare didn't have the bite it could have.
Greg laughed. "See me at home, Nick. I've got more." He strolled off, whistling, and Grissom ducked out of sight before Nick saw him.
For crimsonquills: Gibbs/Tony.
"I'll be up in a second," Tony said, giving Gibbs a push toward the stairs.
"Something I should know about?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
Tony grinned and kissed him briefly. "It's Christmas Eve, and you expect me to tell you? Go on, Jethro. I'll be up in a minute."
Gibbs shook his head, but headed upstairs, the seventh stair creaking a little as it always did. Tony waited until the footsteps had stopped before running out to his car and picking up the box he'd had in his trunk. Bringing it back in, he opened it and took out the contents carefully.
It wasn't much. Just a book-type picture frame, handmade from cedar and cherry wood. He opened it, sliding the pictures in. On the left, a redheaded woman, laughing, her hair spilling over her shoulders. She was obviously at dinner somewhere; she wore a blue dress and held a wineglass in one hand.
On the right, a girl--probably about nine or ten. Thin, strawberry blonde, she had the same big smile as the woman on the left and a pair of blue eyes Tony swore he'd have known anywhere.
It had taken him a lot of work to get those pictures, and Tony hoped it'd be worth it.
"Shannon and Kelly," he murmured, touching the frame as he said their names. "Can't say I wish I'd known you, because then I wouldn't be with him. But..." He sighed and placed the frame on the mantel. "You meant a lot to him. You still do. And..." He shrugged. "Merry Christmas."
For amireal: Nick/Greg.
First it had been the showgirl headdress. Then it had been...Grissom couldn't remember what had been next, but he was pretty sure everyone else did.
And now Greg was wandering the halls of the Las Vegas Crime Lab wearing a Santa hat with a sprig of mistletoe pinned to the white ball at the end.
Whoever said he'd grown up considerably since becoming a CSI had apparently never seen Greg at the holidays. Full of cheer didn't quite begin to cover it, even with the double homicide he'd worked earlier the week, the double shift he was working now, and the prospect of actually working December 25. Which, Gil realized with a glance at his watch, had started two hours ago.
But none of it seemed to dampen Greg's spirits. Gil wondered just how much caffeine he'd had.
He saw Greg turn the corner and nearly collide with Nick, who was--fortunately--not carrying anything. "Whoa, Greg! Where were you going so fast?"
Greg grinned. "Nowhere in particular. I need to see if my lab results are back in yet--I thought I'd bother Jacqui. And you are standing under my hat."
"So?" Nick looked up. "It's a hat with..."
"Pay up, Stokes," Greg teased.
"Greg! We're in the middle of--" Nick gestured.
"And you're standing under the mistletoe and--mmf!" Greg shut up abruptly when Nick pulled him close and kissed him, hard, fast, and leaving absolutely no question in Grissom's mind about any possible involvement between them.
"Happy now?" Nick asked, but the glare didn't have the bite it could have.
Greg laughed. "See me at home, Nick. I've got more." He strolled off, whistling, and Grissom ducked out of sight before Nick saw him.