This is a Christmas present for the fangirls. I have no idea if I'm going to be able to keep this up, but I'm going to try, just for you! Please feel free to throw suggestions at me as I'll probably run out of ideas by the tenth if you don't. I will write whatever you would like in your Christmas stocking! X

"What's all this?"

DCI Murray stopped dead in the doorway to MIT. When she had left, last night, the office had been its usual bright, cluttered, plain and prosaic self.

Now, it sparkled. It glittered and dazzled and positively twinkled at her. Gill could feel a headache start to pulse at her temple. A head popped up from behind a tinsel-edged desk.

Kevin.

Framed by a set of multicoloured fairy lights strung between two lamps, he flashed her an elfin grin.

"Boss!"

Gill glared. Somewhere a bauble clattered self-consciously across the floor.

"I thought you'd like it."