A/N: I just watched 'secret santa' and wondered who ended up getting Cal, so I came up with this. I hope you enjoy!

Foster caught him just as he was about to leave the Christmas party.

"I have something for you," she said, with a shy smile. She handed him an envelope.

He looked down at her handwriting. "What's this?"

"From Secret Santa."

"Oh." He turned the envelope over in his hands to open it but she put a gentle hand on his arm.

"Don't open it now," she urged. "I'd be too embarrassed. Later. In private."

This only amplified his curiosity.

"Night, Cal."

"Night, Love."

He watched her walk away, adding a swing of her hips as she moved, for his benefit he assumed. But he was certainly not complaining. It took all his willpower not to open the envelope until he was in the privacy of his own home, in his bedroom. Emily had joined her mother that night, so he was on his own.

He gently peeled back the tab and peeked inside.

It was a photograph.

Of Foster.

In her birthday suit.

Oh. My. God. He thought silently.

She had curves in all the right places, and spread a heat through parts of his body that hadn't been stirred for quite some time. Gillian Foster was his ideal woman, in every sense of the word. She was a goddess.

He picked up his cell phone and tapped the keyboard with acute speed before hitting send.

WHEN DO I GET A TASTE OF THE REAL THING?

It took a few minutes before his phone buzzed with an incoming message.

WELL, SINCE WE'RE STILL IN THE HOLIDAY, SPIRIT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?

Oh God in heaven.

ON MY WAY!

He grabbed his coat and bolted out the door.

He loved the holidays!