2 weeks before Christmas
“So, Christmas is coming up,” Shawn said casually, tossing a bag of tinsel to Gus, who began putting it up around the office.
“And?” Sherlock said, lying on the couch.
“And, you’ve been hiding out with us ever since the debacle in London,” Gus replied, throwing some tinsel at Sherlock. “What do you want for Christmas? We figured you’d be invited to the parties anyhow.” Sherlock scowled.
“Of course, Sherly,” Shawn replied. “There’s the SBPD Christmas party, then the one we’re gonna have at the Psych office- just a small one, a few friends and family.” Sherlock scowled and stood up, leaving the tinsel lying on the couch.
“Hey, don’t let that go to waste,” Gus said, throwing the tinsel back at Sherlock. “Put it on the tree.” Sherlock muttered something under his breath but began decorating anyway.
“I’m sorry, but why are there nearly 20 pineapple ornaments on this tree?”
“Oh, Gus and I tend to get each other a pineapple ornament each year, and sometimes other people get them for us. It’s tradition.”
“Sherlock don’t be Ebenezer Grinch.”
“It’s Ebenezer Scrooge.”
“I’ve heard it both ways. Regardless, it’s Christmastime, Sherlock! Get in the spirit!”
“I don’t want to go to your parties.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Gus interrupted. “Besides, it’ll be fun. Now, you’d better give us some idea of what you want for Christmas, or we’ll have to figure something out ourselves.
Buzz pass around the tray of eggnog, frowning slightly when Sherlock refused. Shawn coughed and looked over at Gus.
“Um, hey, how about we do Secret Santa, huh?” he said, looking back over at Sherlock. Juliet clapped her hands excitedly and took Shawn’s hand
“Lassie, why don’t you pass the presents out this year?” Shawn said. Carlton opened his mouth to protest, but with a nudge from Marlowe he sighed and began to distribute the presents. Shawn’s phone buzzed, and he looked at it with a grin.
“What’s going on, Shawn?” Juliet whispered after donning the gloves and scarf she had received.
“Just confirmation that Sherlock’s gift is going to be here tomorrow. No big deal.”
“Merry Christmas, Dad,” Shawn said, handing a wheelchair-bound Henry a small package.
“I got you something too, son.”
“Yeah, I know. A pineapple ornament and Phineas and Ferb on DVD. Thanks Dad.” Henry rolled his eyes and unwrapped his gift.
“A horn? And a bumper sticker?” Henry grinned. “Thanks Shawn. This means a lot.” Henry affixed the horn to his armrest, and Shawn stuck the bumper sticker on the back.
“Travel in style,” he said with a laugh. He walked back over to Juliet and held her hand as they watched Gus, Sherlock, Carlton, Marlowe, and Henry chat and exchange presents.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered to her. Juliet obeyed and Shawn opened a box, placing a necklace around her neck. “Okay, you can look now.” Juliet opened her eyes and looked down at the heart necklace, smiling.
“Oh, Shawn-” A sudden knock at the door interrupted the party, and Shawn rushed to the door.
“Yes, yes, come in. Of course you’re in the right place. Come on.” Shawn walked in, leading a bewildered looking man in a Christmas sweater.
“Sherlock? Sherlock, Merry Christmas.” Sherlock turned to see John standing in the doorway.
“John Watson, Merry Christmas to you too.” John slowly walked over to Sherlock, grabbing his coat collar and arms to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
“Sherlock… it’s you.” Sherlock smiled and pulled John into a hug.
“Yeah John, it’s me. It’s really me.” John pulled out of the hug and looked at Sherlock once more before punching him in the face. Sherlock reeled from the blow, but smiled all the same.
“Yeah, I deserve that,” he admitted. “Happy Christmas John.”
“Happy Christmas Sherlock.” The two hugged and Shawn walked over to Juliet, putting his arm around her.
“Merry Christmas everyone,” he said, kissing Juliet’s cheek. “And a happy new year.”