"Are you almost finished with that?" Paige asked Jessie. The little girl was doing a worksheet at the island in the kitchen, her elbow on the counter in front of her with the side of her face resting on her palm. Jakes was next to her, reviewing new transport files for incoming shipments.

Jessie nodded in response to Paige, but kept her eyes down on the sheet in front of her.

"You, ok?" Paige asked, noticing that she was being particularly shy. Jessie nodded once more, but Paige knew something was on the little girl's mind. Jakes made a face at Paige and just shrugged his shoulders.

"Did something happen at school today that you want to talk about?" Jakes asked. Paige turned off the stove and strained the pasta out over the sink.

Jessie shook her head at him, but then slid off the stool and walked over to the stairs, dragging her feet behind her.

"Don't go too far!" Paige yelled.

"What was that about?" Jakes whispered.

Paige sighed. "Something's up, right?"

"We'll see..." Jakes said, shaking his head.

Mike and Johnny came home as Paige finished up the mac n' cheese.

"Ohh that smells good, P," Johnny said. He tried to grab some macaroni out of the bowl, but he flicked it off of his finger when he realized how hot is was.

"That's what you get!" Paige said. She gently whacked him in the chest with the clean spatula. She laughed at Johnny's reaction and then turned to Mike. "Did you pick up the surfboard?" she asked him quietly.

Mike nodded. "Jessie's going to love it. It's downstairs in the closet. We can keep it there until Christmas, easy," he whispered back. Christmas was only three weeks away, and they wanted to try and make it special for her, although the idea of having her off from school for two weeks was stressing them out a bit.

"You don't have to whisper," Jakes said, flipping pages in the folder.

"Yeah, where is she?" Johnny asked, looking around the living room and foyer.

"I think something's bothering her. She hasn't said a word since she got home. She wouldn't look at me when I asked her about it and then she moved herself upstairs," Paige said.

Mike nodded and sympathetically smiled at Paige. "I'll go get her," he said. "She needs to come eat anyway."

"Where are Paul and Chuck?" Johnny asked, helping Paige put glasses on the table.

"Not coming home till late apparently," she said. They finished setting the table for dinner and Mike came back down the stairs with Jessie walking behind him. Paige looked over to him and he shook his head at her, signaling that he didn't know what was the matter either.

"You excited for mac n' cheese?" Johnny asked, hoping to get a positive reaction out of Jessie. The girl nodded, but she didn't smile or run up to him.

Paige, Mike, Johnny, Jakes and Jessie made it about five minutes into dinner, and Mike noticed that Jessie's eyes were starting to get watery. They didn't know whether to pry or not.

"Do you feel ok?" Mike asked. He touched his palm to her forehead, but she shook it off. "Did something happen at school? Something a kid in your class said?"

Jessie just shrugged her shoulders and sniffled. They ignored her behavior for another minute or so, but when Jessie had finished with her mac n' cheese, they heard her mumble something.

"If somebody hurt you," Jakes said, "I will come with you to school tomorrow and beat them up."

Jessie shook her head and they could tell she was fighting a frown.

"I have a question," she said softly. All four of them snapped their eyes to her. "Who is Santa Claus?"

Johnny, Jakes, Mike and Paige looked baffled. That was her question? Really? It seemed simple enough at first, but when Paige went to try and answer, she found herself fumbling over what to say.

"Well," Paige said, "he is a- a person, who... some people believe that he brings gifts." Were they supposed to tell her to believe in him? The agents of Graceland had a lot of talks about Jessie's well-being, but whether she should believe in Santa Claus was not one of them.

"Ben said he brings toys to your house at night when you sleep," Jessie said, staring down at her plate.

"Is Ben in your class?" Jakes asked. They watched her nod.

"What else did Ben say?" Mike asked, hoping she'd tell them more.

"He said... he said that he sneaks in and brings you the toys and no one sees him. And that he can always see you even when he's not there." There was a tear falling down her cheek now. The agents were still confused as to why this was such an upsetting problem.

Johnny gasped. "So, you're scared that he knows you live here with us?"

Jessie nodded and the cries got a bit louder. Mike reached over to her and pulled her up into his lap. Paige wanted to cry along with her. All the other kids must be so excited talking about Santa and presents, and Jessie was terrified.

"He c-can't know and I d-don't want anybody to s-sneak in here when we s-sleep!"

"Jessie there is no-," Mike started to talk, but Paige hit him. "All the other kids will believe and talk for years," Paige whispered to him. "She keeps enough secrets."

"Jessie, listen very carefully to me," Jakes said, "Santa doesn't... do Graceland, ok? Nobody breaks into this house. The FBI has a deal with Santa and he skips us, and we just buy gifts for each other as a surprise."

Jessie picked her head up and nodded. She squinted her eyes at him. "Maybe we can put a sign on the roof just in case?" she suggested.

Johnny laughed at her. "Briggs will totally do that," he said, "100%. Just ask him when he gets home later."

"Did Ben say anything else about Santa?" Paige asked.

Jessie nodded, but she kept quiet.

"What are you thinking about, kiddo?" Mike asked. He kissed the top of her head and tried to encourage her to keep talking.

"Well..." Jessie started, "Ben said that only the good kids get toys. And I remember... I remember last year..."

Her voice cracked a little as she explained. Mike rubbed her back and they waited patiently for her to continue.

"I told him that I didn't get any toys last year and Ben says that means I was bad." She rested her head up against Mike's chest.

Mike lifted her up a bit and fought for eye contact. "Hey," he said, "that's not true. You were never bad. It's not your fault that you didn't get toys, ok? You didn't do anything wrong."

"So he can't see me?" she asked him.

"No, he can't see you."

"Cause I'm FBI?" she asked, her voice cracking once more.

"Sure," Mike said, smiling.

Jessie nodded and Mike sat her back down on his lap.

Paige remembered the collection of toys from "Santa" that was now growing in the closet downstairs. "What if..." Paige said, getting her attention, "Santa had a deal with the FBI and he left your presents at headquarters downtown? Does that sound ok?"

"Yeah," Johnny said, "He's not watching you, but, you might get some toys and I wouldn't want you to miss out on some cool new stuff or anything... just saying."

"I think he can do that," Jessie said with a hint of a smile.

"And we get presents too," Jakes said, gesturing to the adults at the table. "We trade with each other."

"I trade with you too?" Jessie asked. Now she sounded excited.

"Yep," Paige said, "we can go shopping and pick out something for everyone as a surprise. Does that sound fun?"

She nodded and turned around in Mike's lap to face him. She pulled herself up a bit and put her face close to his ear so she could whisper without being heard.

Mike listened to her request and smiled. "Oh, that's a great idea," he said.

"What?!" Paige asked, knowing they were talking about her.

"Nothing..." Jessie said to her mischievously.

"Why don't you go write that letter to Santa to tell him to leave your toys at the FBI building, and I'll send it from work tomorrow," Mike said. "I'll bet Santa has all those toys he couldn't bring you from last year saved up at his shop too."

She climbed off his lap and ran upstairs to get started on writing the letter.

Paige loudly exhaled and slid down in her chair. "I was not expecting any of that," she said.

"So I guess, we're doing Christmas this year?" Johnny asked.

"Apparently," Jakes said. "She's going to hear about it everyday for the next few weeks. We kind of have to do it. Stupid commercial America."

"Like cookies? And decorating a tree? And the music? And waiting till morning to open presents? Shit, I didn't even have all that as a kid," Johnny said.

"It'll be nice," Paige said. She took Mike's hand at the table and he squeezed her's back.

They sat in silence for a moment, but then Johnny started snickering.

"What?" Paige said, laughing at the sound of his laughter.

"'Santa's leaving presents in a cubicle at the FBI...' Who are we? When did this job get so crazy?"

"It's not crazy, Johnny," Jakes said. "It's not crazy because it's not just a 'job' anymore."

Johnny stopped and looked at him, appreciating what he was saying. He glanced back over to Paige with a spark in his eyes. "Can we do eggnog? And watch the parade on tv and shit?"

"Whatever you want, Johnny," she said smiling. He got up from the table and grabbed the notepad off of the refrigerator. "I'm going to make a list so we don't forget anything," he said.

Mike shook his head. "It looks like we need two cubicles of presents..."