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Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
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Catherine checked her watch and frowned. Santa was late.

He'd been roped into doing a Christmas party by Director Cavallo, but he'd promised her he would be there.

Damned if she was going out into a crowd dressed like this.

Earlier, she and Gil had had to make an appearance at the CSI Christmas Party. Ecklie's choosing this year, and the horny bastard had made her dress up as Mrs. Claus.

She wore a red form fitting leotard with long sleeves. There was white fur around the ends of the sleeves. Then there was the red skirt that suck out at all angles, with its white fur trim. All went down to red stilettos. And of course the Santa hat sitting on top.

But just as she and Gil had been about to leave, Director Cavallo had sideswiped them and was hauling Gil off to the Directors party.

Not that he wanted a Mrs. Claus. But then again, Cavallo was still a bit testy after she had blown up the lab two years ago.

That man knew how to hold a grudge.

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I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
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People in Las Vegas were used to a lot of things.

A lot of strange things.

That's why no one batted an eyelid at the Santa Claus driving like a madman.

But then again, this Santa Claus was on a mission.

He couldn't break his promise.

Finally he pulled up in front of Catherine Willow's house.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his Santa suit.

And knocked on the door.

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Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

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Catherine opened the door instantly, a smile spreading across her face. "Hey."

"Sorry I'm late."

She opened the door wider, letting him in. "At least you made it."

"Cavallo had his eyes on me the entire night. I wanted you there."

"I wanted you here," Catherine replied, a small smile on her face.

"I'm here now," Gil told her.

Catherine smiled, her hand curling around the fabric of the suit. "And I've been a very good girl this year."

"Santa does have a present for you," Gil nodded.

Catherine's eyes lit up with girlish delight. "Really?"

Gil grinned. "How about you go sit down and I'll get it for you?"

Catherine went and sat down on the couch, wondering what Gil had up his sleeve. Or Santa suit.

He soon returned, a very small sack on his back.

Catherine waited until he sat down beside her and she tried to peer in the sack.

Gil angled it out of the way. "Just let me take off this beard. It's itching."

Catherine giggled. "Itching your real beard?"

Gil sent her a look as he took of the Santa hat and beard. Then he undid the Santa jacket, pulling out the several cushions and placing them on the floor. "That's better."

"Is it wrong that I'm turned on by Santa stripping?" Catherine asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Gil chuckled. "You better behave, or Santa won't give you your present."

Catherine's fingers traveled up underneath Gil's white undershirt. "He won't?" she pouted.

Gil took a deep breath. "That's cheating, Cath."

Catherine pulled her hand away and folded her arms. "That's cheating? So what was that move with the tongue last night, mister?"

Gil smiled broadly. "That was creativity."

"I'll give you." Catherine's voice trailed off when Gil put a small jewelry box in her hand. "Gil."

He arched an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to open it?"

Catherine looked at him and then at the box. She looked back him once more before opening the box. Inside was nestled two rings. One was a larger ring, a diamond in the middle with smaller diamonds trailing down the sides. The other was a smaller ring, with diamond chips set into the gold.

"Gil."

"One's for you, and one's for Lindsey," Gil explained. "I want to marry you."

"You." Catherine looked up at him. "You want to marry me?"

"Yes." Gil told her. "I want both of you to be happy about it." He sat a little closer and caressed her cheek. "Cath, I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. And I love Lindsey. And I want to be with you for the rest of our lives."

A small smile spread across her face. "Yes. Yes, I want to marry you." She paused. "But Lindsey's asleep. We can't ask her yet and."

Gil arched an eyebrow. "Do you think she's going to say no?"

"Of course not!" Catherine said quickly. "But."

"We need to ask her first."

"Yes."

Gil and Catherine turned to the stairs.

"You were listening?" Catherine asked.

"More like accidentally overhearing," Lindsey explained. She made her way downstairs. "And yes, I want us to marry Gil. Or more appropriately, mom to marry Gil and me to be the stepdaughter. Because me marrying Gil would not only be illegal, it would also be gross." She leant over and kissed Gil on the cheek. "But thank you for thinking of me."

"You're part of the family," Gil told her. He handed her the ring. "And this is for you."

Lindsey hugged Gil tight. "Thank you." She then hugged her mother. "I'm going back to bed now. And if you two are going to have sex..please keep it down."

Catherine's eyes widened. "We.?"

"I'm teasing you," Lindsey said, rolling her eyes. "But duh, I know you guys have sex. It's gross, but hey, it's not like I have to be around for it." She shivered. "Okay, mental nightmare there. Night guys."

Catherine watched in astonishment as Lindsey went upstairs. "She knows we have sex."

"Yes, Catherine." Gil smirked. "It's probably your fault though. You scream sometimes."

Catherine turned back to him. "Yes.well.if that's true, then it's technically your fault, isn't it?"

"That is true," Gil nodded. He held out the jewelry box. "So, your daughter said yes. How about you?"

"Yes," she replied, leaning over and kissing him. "Yes, I'll marry you."

Gil sat up on the couch beside her and Catherine snuggled herself into his lap, kissing him once more.

"I think we should go upstairs," she murmured, "and lock my bedroom door."

His hands ran up the side of her body, slowly caressing the soft skin through the leotard. "I think that's an excellent idea, Mrs. Claus."

We got upstairs and she shut the door behind her. When Catherine turned around, he's there, just looking at her.

"What?" Catherine murmured, staring back at him.

His hand reaches out and just gently caresses her face. "You're stunning."

Her eyes closed at the feel of his hand on her skin. "Gil."

They kissed again, slow and intense and Catherine's hands slipped up underneath the white undershirt Gil wore.

His hands went to the skirt, slipping it off, before facing the leotard with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Peel it off."

Gil looked up at her. "Peel it off? It's not a prawn!"

"No, but it IS like a second skin," Catherine explained.

He blinked. "You mean like sunburn?"

"If that's what floats your boat, then okay." Catherine moaned as his hands cupped her breasts through the leotard. "Just please.get it off."

Gil smirked and started to slide the leotard down her body. He kissed each piece of skin that was exposed and Catherine was arching against him. The material was finally pooled at her feet and Gil held her hands as she stepped out of it.

"God.Cath." he murmured. His eyes ran down her body. "You make me want you just by looking at me."

So she looked at him, crooking her finger. "I want you," she whispered.

He lifted her against him, taking her towards the bed. Gil lay her down, before covering her body with his.

Catherine urged his head down and kissed him deeply. "Off," she murmured, her hands fumbling at the buckle to the Santa pants.

Gil moved away, quickly taking off the pants before coming back beside her.

She reached for him, her arms going around him in a warm embrace. Her eyes closed, holding him against her. "I love you."

"I love you," he replied, kissing her gently.

Catherine wrapped her legs tight around his waist, her hands resting against his back.

Gil leant down and kissed her again, their bodies joining in a moment of ultimate bliss.

She arched up against him, her arms tightening around him. "Gil."

He lifted her against him, watching her eyes flutter shut. "Cath.look at me."

Catherine opened her eyes with difficulty, biting her lip as she remembered Lindsey in the other room. "Gil.god.more."

He groaned, increasing his movements. His hand took hers, looking at the ring.

She saw where his gaze had gone, and a slow smile broke out on her face. "I'm yours," she finally murmured.

"And I'm yours too," Gil promised.

She leaned up to kiss him, her body involuntarily starting to arch and tense. "Gil."

He bent down, whispering in her ear. "Come for me, Catherine."

Her eyes flew open again, her hand gripping his hard as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her.

The sounds and feel of her falling over the edge pushed him towards his release, and Catherine kissed him deeply as he came.

She smiled as they rested together, their bodies humming with completion.

"I love you, Gil."

"I love you, Cath."

Catherine snuggled up against him, twining her body around his. "Merry Christmas, Santa."

Gil smirked, his arm going around her. "Merry Christmas, baby."

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Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone

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FINIS