A/N: Hope you like it so far!
Chapter Four
"Ahh!" screamed Harm. He shot out of bed. Mac had soaked him with a jug of ice cold water. "What was that for?!" he whined.
"It's time to get up. It's almost ten o' clock." Mac smiled.
"God forbid I actually get to sleep late on my vacation." He groaned, rolling over.
"For you, this should be late! You get up at 4:30 every morning five days a week for 51 weeks out of the year!" she explained.
"So?!" Harm whined. "Just give me five more minutes.." He groaned and rolled over.
Mac leaned down and gave him a kiss.
"I'm up!" he announced happily. "Have you made any of that Marine sludge you call coffee?" he asked.
"No, your grandmother got to the coffee pot before I could." Mac laughed. "But you've got to come see this!" she announced, dragging him into the living room, where Frank, Trish, and Grandma Sarah were watching the news.
"Look!" Mac pointed. "DC got like two feet of snow last night! Isn't it wonderful?" she grinned at him, and he nodded.
"I have an idea!" smiled his mom. "Why don't we all go back to DC and spend the rest of the week at Harm's place? That way we can visit with everybody, and you two can have your white Christmas." She paused and waited for anyone to respond.
"That's a great idea!" smiled Grandma Sarah. "I'll go pack right away! Frank, you call the airport!"
Harm smiled with surprise, and a little bit of worry. How in the world was he going to fit all of these people in his house for five more days? He reflected on this while Mac rushed about and gathered their things.
Trish, unnoticed, had snuck into another room, and was making a long distance call: to the Roberts's house.
Harriet picked up the phone after the second ring, and was surprised to hear Harm's mother, a woman she had only seen maybe once, greet her on the other line.
"Is this Harriet?" whispered Trish. "This is Harm's mom."
"Yes, ma'am. What can I do for you?" Harriet asked in confusion.
"One word, my dear: mistletoe. There is a spare key to Harm apartment under the doormat outside his door. Go in, and decorate the whole place. Do it up real nice for me, okay?" she requested.
"What are you planning?" laughed Harriet with childish delight.
"Frank, Harm's grandmother, Harm, Mac, and myself are all heading back to Washington instead of staying here for the rest of the week. Now, I've already been toiling with this little plan for a couple days, and so far, it's working like a charm!"
"You're trying to get the Commander with the Colonel, aren't you ma'am?" smiled Harriet. "I love it! I'll do anything you need to be done. Just let me know, okay?!"
"Well, that's all I need for now, Harriet, but I'll be sure to call you if I need more." She promised. "Oh, and you don't have to call me ma'am. Just call me Trish, okay?" she smiled as Harriet laughed, and then she ended the conversation.
"Harm, stop worrying!" Mac smiled. "Somehow or another, you'll be able to fit everyone in that apartment of yours." She thought a second. "Besides, it's not like I'll need to stay there, anyway. I don't live that far away.."
"I guess so." Harm sighed.
"Stop worrying so much, Flyboy!" Mac grinned and placed a small kiss on his cheek. "Everything is going to be fine."
"Yeah." He finally agreed.
"You're a little short on words today, aren't you?" Mac laughed at him.
"We've got the tickets!" Frank announced. "We leave at three o' clock!" he added.
"That's great!" smiled Trish and Grandma Sarah.
"To Washington we go." Trish laughed happily to herself as she left the living room. "I just hope Harriet was able to get everything done..." she thought out loud to herself. "We can't spoil everything now. It's working so well.." She grinned.
A/N: Thanks to all of you who have submitted reviews for my little story! ( I really appreciate all of your comments! One more chapter to go!
Chapter Four
"Ahh!" screamed Harm. He shot out of bed. Mac had soaked him with a jug of ice cold water. "What was that for?!" he whined.
"It's time to get up. It's almost ten o' clock." Mac smiled.
"God forbid I actually get to sleep late on my vacation." He groaned, rolling over.
"For you, this should be late! You get up at 4:30 every morning five days a week for 51 weeks out of the year!" she explained.
"So?!" Harm whined. "Just give me five more minutes.." He groaned and rolled over.
Mac leaned down and gave him a kiss.
"I'm up!" he announced happily. "Have you made any of that Marine sludge you call coffee?" he asked.
"No, your grandmother got to the coffee pot before I could." Mac laughed. "But you've got to come see this!" she announced, dragging him into the living room, where Frank, Trish, and Grandma Sarah were watching the news.
"Look!" Mac pointed. "DC got like two feet of snow last night! Isn't it wonderful?" she grinned at him, and he nodded.
"I have an idea!" smiled his mom. "Why don't we all go back to DC and spend the rest of the week at Harm's place? That way we can visit with everybody, and you two can have your white Christmas." She paused and waited for anyone to respond.
"That's a great idea!" smiled Grandma Sarah. "I'll go pack right away! Frank, you call the airport!"
Harm smiled with surprise, and a little bit of worry. How in the world was he going to fit all of these people in his house for five more days? He reflected on this while Mac rushed about and gathered their things.
Trish, unnoticed, had snuck into another room, and was making a long distance call: to the Roberts's house.
Harriet picked up the phone after the second ring, and was surprised to hear Harm's mother, a woman she had only seen maybe once, greet her on the other line.
"Is this Harriet?" whispered Trish. "This is Harm's mom."
"Yes, ma'am. What can I do for you?" Harriet asked in confusion.
"One word, my dear: mistletoe. There is a spare key to Harm apartment under the doormat outside his door. Go in, and decorate the whole place. Do it up real nice for me, okay?" she requested.
"What are you planning?" laughed Harriet with childish delight.
"Frank, Harm's grandmother, Harm, Mac, and myself are all heading back to Washington instead of staying here for the rest of the week. Now, I've already been toiling with this little plan for a couple days, and so far, it's working like a charm!"
"You're trying to get the Commander with the Colonel, aren't you ma'am?" smiled Harriet. "I love it! I'll do anything you need to be done. Just let me know, okay?!"
"Well, that's all I need for now, Harriet, but I'll be sure to call you if I need more." She promised. "Oh, and you don't have to call me ma'am. Just call me Trish, okay?" she smiled as Harriet laughed, and then she ended the conversation.
"Harm, stop worrying!" Mac smiled. "Somehow or another, you'll be able to fit everyone in that apartment of yours." She thought a second. "Besides, it's not like I'll need to stay there, anyway. I don't live that far away.."
"I guess so." Harm sighed.
"Stop worrying so much, Flyboy!" Mac grinned and placed a small kiss on his cheek. "Everything is going to be fine."
"Yeah." He finally agreed.
"You're a little short on words today, aren't you?" Mac laughed at him.
"We've got the tickets!" Frank announced. "We leave at three o' clock!" he added.
"That's great!" smiled Trish and Grandma Sarah.
"To Washington we go." Trish laughed happily to herself as she left the living room. "I just hope Harriet was able to get everything done..." she thought out loud to herself. "We can't spoil everything now. It's working so well.." She grinned.
A/N: Thanks to all of you who have submitted reviews for my little story! ( I really appreciate all of your comments! One more chapter to go!