This is a companion piece to my previous short story, "A
Song for Sarah" and will make little sense unless you have
read that one. Again, this one is the fault of the GKRs
and their omnipresence at this time of year.

Grandma's Revenge
By Donna
Classification: Christmas Vignette
Spoilers: None
Summary: More silliness
Disclaimer: You know full well they aren't mine...


Mac walked into Harm's office to deliver a case file only
to find him wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. In
spite of a difficult day, she found herself smiling in
response.

"You want to let me in on the joke, partner?" she asked.

"Grandma Sarah," he answered, shaking his head. "I'll have
to print up the picture for you to properly appreciate
this." He maneuvered the mouse to the appropriate icon to
start the printer and gestured for Mac to sit.

"Did she get the reindeer damage on her car fixed yet?" she
asked with a smile, remembering his tale of the older
woman's encounter with a startled deer.

"Yeah, she did...sort of..." he responded cryptically.

"Sort of?"

He indicated the computer screen. "She e-mailed me this
copy of the front page of the Belleville Courier. That's
the local paper there," he explained.

"I figured that much," his partner responded sarcastically.

"There's a story about her on the front page. She took the
car down to the body shop to get the hoofprints fixed," he
started.

"Her insurance didn't give her any trouble paying for it,
did they?" Mac interrupted to ask.

"No, Mac," Harm assured her. "Believe it or not, out in
the country that kind of thing happens more often than you
realize. They did get a good chuckle when she listed the
cause of the damage as 'Grandma got run over by a
reindeer,' though."

"I'm sure."

"Anyway, the body shop had completed the repairs and she
was picking the car up. The guy's grounds are really
crowded with other vehicles and parts and stuff, so one of
the assistants was directing her while she backed out."

He glanced over to check the progress of the printer before
continuing the tale.

"Either he wasn't paying attention, or she wasn't, and she
ended up accidentally backing over the guy's Christmas lawn
decorations."

He paused again and watched Mac's face as her mind raced to
discover what kind of yard décor could cause such hilarity.
She finally grinned.

"Let me guess," she said. "His lawn decorations wouldn't
happen to include a sleigh and it's accompanying 'eight
tiny reindeer,' would it?"

"As a matter of fact," he answered, pulling the now
finished picture from the printer and handing it to her,
"they would."

Mac looked at the picture. It showed Sarah Rabb standing
next to her car, grinning from ear to ear. From under the
back end of the automobile, you could see the smiling
plastic face of Rudolf, the Red-nosed Reindeer.

The photo was captioned, "Grandma's Revenge."

Mac bit her lip, trying very hard not to laugh. "Harm,
that's horrible. She could have been hurt."

'I will not laugh,' she told herself.

And maybe she wouldn't have, had Harm not started singing
softly under his breath.

"A reindeer got run over by my Grandma...goin' home to her
house Christmas Eve..."

"You can say there's no such thing as Grandma," Mac added,
"but as for me and Rudolf, we believe."


In the bullpen, Lt. Singer shook her head. Those two would
get so much more accomplished if they didn't spend so much
time laughing their fool heads off.


The End.


Okay...I think I've got this out of my system now...I know
you hope so...