Dear Santa...it's Little AJ - Part 9/11
See part 1 for all disclaimers
"What?" Mac replied as she looked out the front window.
"Santa Claus." The PO repeated.
"Thank you, Petty Officer." Mac walked out the main doors and proceeded towards a parked car.
A man got out of the car and stood in front of it. It was Santa, red suit, black belt and shoes, a long white beard, and a stocking cap. Mac got closer to Santa and his car. As soon as she was in a good viewing distance she proceeded to laugh. "Never a camera around when I need one."
"Can the comments, Mac, and just get in the damn car." Santa ordered as he opened the trunk of the car.
Mac tried her hardest to bite back her smile. She placed her bag in the trunk. "Yes, Santa."
They both got into the car and Mac began to chuckle again as Santa started to pull the car out off of the base. "My mother volunteered me to be Santa for a party."
"Anything you say, Clayton."
Twenty Minutes Later
En Route To Roberts Residence
"Are you done laughing at me yet?" Webb asked as Mac took a few deep breaths to control herself.
"I don't know."
"This is the last time I do you a favor."
Mac glanced at him. "You still owe me about 75."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Clay muttered.
Mac fell silent as she followed the scenery around them. "Clay, how did you know I was coming home? I didn't have time to call anyone."
"Catherine Gale."
"Catherine Gale?"
"She's Harry's girlfriend. Harry told her you were on the flight, and I was over when he called. She told me and here I am. You don't mind do you?"
"No, Clay. It's very sweet of you to pick me up." Mac smiled sincerely.
"Thanks." Clay blushed slightly. "I would have changed, but Mother volunteered me to pass out toys at church after midnight mass."
Mac giggled. "I think you look like you're in the holiday spirit."
"Mac…" Clay warned.
Mac smiled. "Where are we going anyway?"
"The Roberts Christmas Eve party."
"Good there's a little boy who owes me a kiss under the mistletoe." Mac's smile grew.
"Rabb?"
"AJ."
"Chegwidden!!" Clay screamed in shock as he stared at Mac and almost ran the car off the road.
"Roberts, Clay. Gee, calm down." Mac corrected him.
Clay turned his attention back to the road. "I was worried about you for a minute." He then thought about something and asked, "So, are you going to kiss Harm?"
"I'm under orders for a kiss," Mac replied with a small, coy smile. It was a smile which Clay found very mischievous, but beautiful.
"Lucky son of a bitch." Clay muttered under his breath and beard.
End Part 9