Christmas Countdown: December 22
CSI


By Juli

December 2006


“Tell me again how he talked us into this?”

Gil Grissom looked over at Nick. The older of his two lovers seemed bemused to find himself at a nursing home, preparing to make the rounds. The trio were Christmas caroling, of all things.

“Because he’s Greg,” Grissom responded. “And he was excited about it.”

The youngest member of their relationship hadn’t been himself since suffering a mob beating. Gil refused to call it a ‘fanny smack,’ a term which belittled, in his opinion, what Greg had endured. It had been hard for both Gil and Nick to witness Greg’s long recovery. First there were the physical injuries to deal with. Thankfully, Greg was young and healthy. His broken bones knit and his bruises faded with gratifying speed.

The emotional wounds, however, lingered.

For months, Greg had slept cocooned between Grissom and Nick’s comforting weight. He still woke up, whimpering, from nightmares. During the day, Greg was closer to normal, but it still had been as though the light of his personality had been dampened somewhat. The caroling had been the first thing Greg had been excited about, at a pre-beating Greg level, and both Gil and Nick had readily agreed to accompany him.

“Good, you’re both here,” Greg’s voice interrupted the older two men.

Greg was wearing a festive sweater and a Santa hat. Despite the Vegas warmth, he had a scarf wrapped around his neck. None of that was as important to Grissom, though, as the smile that spread across Greg’s face.

“Here’s your songbook, Nick,” Greg handed it to him, along with a quick peck on the cheek. “And here’s yours.”

Gil welcomed the kiss a little more than he did the book, but didn’t protest. Nick, however, wasn’t quite so stoic.

“Greg, what do we need the song sheets for?” The Texas protested. “I think we all know the Christmas songs.”

“Did you know that ‘Silent Night’ has three verses?” Greg countered. “I didn’t. We’re going to do this right and that means taking no chances about messing up the lyrics.”

“What?” Nick protested with a big grin. “No ‘Jingle bells, Batman smells’?”

Greg grinned right back. “Well, maybe one.”

“Perhaps we should take this opportunity to practice,” Gil suggested. They were still in the nursing home lobby.

“Okay, let’s do ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas,’” Greg instructed. “That’s on page one.”

The three men opened their books and, at a gesture from Greg, started singing.

Grissom knew that his lovers both had good voices. Nick’s had an echo of his Texas twang, while Greg’s was a very pleasant light tenor. However, when Gil joined in, his deep bass rumbling out, the other two’s singing faltered for a moment. Grissom frowned. He didn’t sing often, but surely he wasn’t that bad?

The song didn’t take long to finish and then he had his answer.

“You’ve been holding out on us,” Nick exclaimed indignantly.

“Yeah,” Greg chimed in. “Where’d you learn to sing like that?”

Grissom shrugged. “I grew up in a deaf household. Singing wasn’t really a priority. I just never got into the habit of doing it that much.”

“Well, that’s going to change,” Nick stated firmly. “Because I definitely want to hear more.”

“Ditto,” Greg waggled his eyebrows lecherously. “You can start tonight by serenading us in the shower.”

Grissom felt himself start to blush with pleasure. It was something he had never done before, but seemed to find happening a lot lately since hooking up with Nick and Greg. “All right, if you insist.”

“We do.”

Both of his young men nodded vigorously and Gil found himself smiling in response. Then, with a sigh, Greg got back to the business at hand.

“All right, we can get started for real now,” he directed. “Let’s do the one on page five, that’s my favorite Christmas song.”

Nick and Gil thumbed to the appropriate spot in the book and, when he got a good look at the title, Nick began to laugh.

“What?” Greg asked, frowning. “What’s so funny?”

“We’re in a nursing home,” Gil pointed out gently. “I hardly think ‘Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer’ is an appropriate choice.”

Greg’s forehead, what they could see of it beneath the hat, wrinkled. “Yeah, I suppose so.” He heaved a heavy sigh, then brightened. “Okay, let’s do page six, then. ‘Winter Wonderland’ is always a crowd favorite.” His grin was bright and unshadowed. “With Pavoratti here, we’re going to be very popular.”

“Yeah,” Nick agreed. “And I might not sing quite as well as Grissom, but at least I can be eye candy.” He batted his lashes in an exaggerated flirtation.

Greg sighed. “I never look that hot. I just get my cheeks pinched.”

Nick leered. “Which ones?”

Grissom shook his head fondly as the trio started walking towards the corridor that would lead them to the main areas of the nursing home. His Christmases used to be quiet, stately affairs. His idea of a Christmas activity in the past had been sitting in front of a fireplace with a glass of wine. He never would have contemplated something like Christmas caroling before.

But, now, with Nick and Greg, Grissom wouldn't want to contemplate anything else.

~the end~

 

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