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Author's note and summary: A collection of ideas woven together into a little fluffy kitschy Christmas story. If this at any point turns kinky it's all Nkata's fault. I swear! ;-)
Enjoy...
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Good Christmas
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The black man with a brown furry overall whistled. When he nodded, the tiny bells at his fake reindeer antlers joyfully jingled. He had a soft red nose stuck in the middle of his face and looked rather funny.
"Woohoo!" he rejoiced. "What a nice bottom!"
The not so white but still rather dark haired man with a soft and neatly trimmed full beard turned his head. He was wearing a fluffy red and white coat with a big belt, red trousers and huge black boots. And of course a red and white hat.
"Oh, really! Constable!" he reproached Rudolph. Santa Claus briefly looked in the direction the young man's eyes pointed to before he continued his reading of a health magazine. It was just for a second. Then his eyes darted back to the backside of the figure of a woman with short and blonde hair, lopsidedly topped with an interesting small red and white fur hat. She also wore a red and white dress and green ringed woolly tight pants. Her feet were in short black leather boots with only small heels but Santa did not see the shoes. The dress was quite short and belted in the middle and it surely did not hide how female and well-proportioned the woman was. Not too provocative but still slightly indecent it really was a sight to look at. Santa stroked his pillow-stuffed belly and showed an approving grin nodding towards the black reindeer. "Well, umm... yes, you might be right."
He tilted his head and sized her up again. There were a few Santas and Mrs Santas, Rudolphs, elves and even an angel standing in the entrance hall waiting for the signal to leave to their respective destinations but this Mrs Santa - or was she an elf? - with her funny pointed ears had by far the best figure, Santa thought to himself.
Rudolph grinned at his boss for a moment. Then he whistled calling. "Hey, Barbie, we're over here!"
The elvish Mrs Santa turned around and happily smiled. She waved a hand and walked across the hall towards the men. The little fur head with a snowball on a spiral of wire bobbed up and down. Her walk was firm but still gracefully swaying. Santa's jaw almost dropped. For a second his mind even left this room. He swallowed. His face turned beet red and Rudolph had to laugh real hard watching him watching her.
"Good evening, Sir! Well, well, Winnie!" Mrs Santa addressed Rudolph with an approving smile. "You look cute!"
"Oh, thanks, Mrs Santa!" DC Winston Nkata emphasised the term of address. "You look rather cute yourself!"
Santa Claus finally had found his speech again.
"Hohoho, Barbara! Merry Christmas!" DI Tommy Lynley droned and actually gave her a kiss on the back of her hand. This way he was able to hide his blush for a moment. "I only can defer to Nkata's judgment."
"Ah, bollocks, Sir, and a merry Christmas to you too! I'm happy that you join us this year."
"Ah, it surely will be fun. And I still have time to drive down south tomorrow morning."
"I hope you haven't been waiting for long. I couldn't get this thing fixed into my hair." DS Barbara Havers shook her head to make the bobble bobbing again. "And then I missed the tube which additionally was completely overcrowded on the way here."
"Just a few minutes. You've missed Hillier's speech."
"What a pity!" Barbara's grin was so cheeky Winston knew immediately that she easily had been able to catch an earlier train.
"And you've got a new haircut." Lynley's hand went up as if he was about to touch it but then he let it sink again when he saw Barbara's eyes widen for a second.
"I thought it was time for something new, Sir."
"It looks good." Lynley could not help but size her up again. Nkata stifled a laugh. He even had to look somewhere else. These two were two of a kind, he thought to himself, and they were still oblivious. He shook his head. And they were so overdue.
"Well, should we leave?" DS Barbara Havers busied herself with looking for Santa's bag to hide her embarrassment. "It seems we have all things needed. The rest of the presents is in the van already. I've seen them waiting outside."
Together with several other festive groups the three left the entrance hall of New Scotland Yard. As if on cue it started to snow. If they were lucky, and today was a rather cold day, it would continue throughout the afternoon and finally replace the grey slush on the streets.
"How romantic." Lynley sighed.
"What's our tour?" Barbara asked trying not to let on any wrong feelings.
"St. George's Hospital and Great Ormond Street Hospital" Winston answered.
Barbara groaned. "It will take ages to get through all the units there."
"At Great Ormond we'll be supported by two other teams." Lynley explained.
"Two other Santas? Well, that sounds kinky." With a juicy grin Winnie looked at Barbara but she only rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Ignoring the Constable's remark and climbing onto the back seat of the van Lynley added that they also would visit King Edward VII's Hospital.
"Oh, was it your idea, Sir?" Barbara griped following him. Rudolph Nkata climbed in next to the driver.
"No. Actually it was Hillier himself who said that I should go there."
"Ah, their Lordships among themselves."
"You know, Barbara, even the children of my lot can get sick and I don't think they prefer staying at a hospital for Christmas, do you? We could entertain them as well."
"Sorry, Sir." she mumbled. "Of course you're right."
Together with many other colleagues the three detectives were on their way to London's hospitals to give all the little girls and boys there a special Christmas Day.
Around noon they arrived at the first hospital. There were parents and children in the lounge room already waiting eagerly. Three young PCs in uniform were giving out hot cocoa for the young ones and coffee for their parents. In the door Nkata jumped up and down and let the bells on his antlers jingle. Immediately all the heads turned and Santa Claus came in, followed by the elfish woman.
"Hohoho!" Lynley said with a droning voice. Barbara stifled a laugh. "Are there any good children?"
"Yeesss!" came the reply.
"Well, then I'm glad I have my bag with me. Ah, I'll have a glass of milk first. You know..." Heavily sighing he sat down on the huge chair at the end of the table. "it's been a long journey already."
This only was the first unit in the first hospital. Tommy hoped, and later was glad it came that way, he would keep his cheery mood and would not get bored with always saying the same. Fortunately it never was the same. All children had different questions and wishes and moods and so the three detectives never became tired on this charity marathon. They only became exhausted but the joy and happiness they had brought to the children was enough reward.
Tommy was the main attraction of course. He gave thousands of presents, listened to millions of wishes "for the next year" and had a hug for every child who wanted one. Oh, and there were billions of questions he had to answer, like where he lived or what he liked to eat or how fast his sleigh was. He told them that he had parked it on the roof of course and he was glad that they were escorted by "these three honourable officers!" which made the young uniformed PCs visibly proud.
Another question was for how long he knew Mrs Santa.
Tommy looked at Barbara with an expression Winston could only discribe as the deepest affection. Then he answered almost dreamily that he knew her for such a long time he had forgotten how life had been without her. The children did not recognise any of it but Barbara deeply blushed and had to look away. Gladly there was one of the smaller children needing help to climb onto the chair next to her.
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