Home of Greg Sanders Slash Fiction
Author: Dayna
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Grissom/Warrick/Greg
Rating: FRT/mild slash
Category: Christmas ficlet
Status: Complete
Archive: Greg slash only
Feedback: Yes please
Email: [email protected]
Authors Web Site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/DaynaFic
Series/Sequel: No
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to whoever has rights to 'CSI'. No copyright infringement intended.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Warrick has a little Christmas surprise for his lovers.
Warnings: Just a sappy little Christmas ficlet.
Grissom walked into the house and threw his jacket on the chair. He sniffed the air, surprised to find the smell of baking. Usually, the only one in the house who baked was Greg, but he knew his youngest lover was working late on a very difficult case.
Walking into the kitchen, he smirked as he saw his other lover standing
in the middle of a disaster area. Every available surface was cluttered with bowls, measuring cups, empty boxes and bags, and scattered ingredients. Plus, the man was covered from head to toe in flour. "Uh, hey, Warrick."
Grissom fought to keep the smirk off his face, but he couldn't stop the laughter when the other man turned around. "Sure, yuck it up, old man."
"What are you doing?"
Grissom walked into the kitchen, wincing as his feet stuck to the floor as he walked. There was a reason why no one but Greg baked. Greg was the only one who knew how to do it and did it well. Grissom could cook very well, but baking never worked for him. And Warrick, well, he was a disaster in the kitchen. His cooking was restricted to sandwiches and heating something out of a can.
"I'm making Christmas cookies."
"Why?"
"Because, Greg mentioned that because of this case, he wouldn't have time to make any this year. And you know how much he loves Christmas cookies."
Grissom nodded. A huge part of the holiday tradition for Greg was having a variety of Christmas cookies our for guests or just lying around for nibbling. They'd even teased him about leaving milk and cookies out for Santa.
"So, you thought you'd make them yourself. Why not just buy some?"
Warrick rolled his eyes. "Greg deserves good, homebaked cookies."
"Then why are you making them?" Grissom asked straightfaced, not able to resist.
He was rewarded with a scowl and a faceful of flour. "Hey!"
"You asked for that, Grissom. I will have you know I am getting the hang of this."
Grissom looked around the room. If this was what 'getting the hang of it' looked like, he was glad he'd missed the 'not having a clue' stage.
"And have you actually finished any of these good, homebaked cookies?"
Warrick nodded to the kitchen table, which was loaded with covered cooling racks. "Go ahead, try one."
Grissom eyed the cookies dubiously, noting the weird shapes and sizes of the various cookies, before picking one up. *God, what I do for my lover.* He closed his eyes as he bit into the cookie.
"Well?"
Grissom was surprised. It actually tasted.....not bad. Not the delicious, mouthwatering kind that Greg could make, but these were edible. "Not bad."
Warrick smiled. "I know they're nothing like Greg's, but do you think he'll like them?"
"He'll love them, Warrick. If for no other reason then for the thought behind them. Anything I can to do to help?" Grissom asked, rolling up his sleeves.
"Sure, I've got frosting for those cookies on the counter. Why don't you start putting that on?"
"That I can manage."
Together, they worked silently, listening to Christmas carols.
Several hours later, Greg walked into the house. He was hungry and he was exhausted. The case he was working on was a killer, literally. And it was keeping him and Nick working a lot of overtime. Even now, he was only home for food and to catch a few hours sleep before he had to meet Nick in the afternoon.
He stepped into the living room and stopped, a confused look on his face. Warrick and Grissom were spread out on the sofa, sound asleep. That wasn't surprising, but why were they covered in what looked like flour and frosting? Turning towards the kitchen, he turned on the light.
His eyes widened at the mess in front of him. What the hell had they..........? The tirade ended when he saw the various platters of Christmas cookies. He took one, hesitantly, and tasted it. Not too bad. He couldn't believe they had gone through all this for him.
Walking back to the living room, he knelt next to the couch and gave them both a gentle kiss. Tears were burning his eyes as he watched the two of them sleep. He was the luckiest man in the world. "Thank you both."
Then, not wanting to wake them, he headed back to the kitchen for a sandwich then he'd head for bed. And he wasn't going to worry about the kitchen. He knew, by the time he got home from work that night, it would be spotless. That's just the kind of men his lovers were.
Smiling, he left his exhausted lovers to sleep.
THE END