A/N: Hey! Sorry it took me so long to write this… HEH…

Anyways, no I don't own CB (how I wish I did…) so don't sue! I have nothing of value anyways…

Faye shook her head. "I still can't believe I let myself be talked into this…" she muttered, looking herself over in the mirror.

She was wearing a strapless dark blue dress, with blue sparkles and a shimmery blue shawl. The dress was slit way up her thigh, and hugged her curves tightly. She adjusted her diamond necklace, put on her matching diamond earrings, and walked towards her vanity.

"What was I thinking?!" she lamented, applying dark red lipstick to her pouty lips, and dusting a shimmery purple eyeshadow over her eyelids.

Edward bounced in, just as Faye put the finishing touches on her hair. Her violet hair had been swept back into a ponytail, and pinned up with a diamond butterfly clip. She pulled a few tendrils down to curl around her face, before turning to Ed.

"Edward is ready!" the girl was dressed in a dark green party dress with ivory ruffles, and patent leather shoes. Her wild hair had been combed and curled, until she looked like a red-haired Shirley Temple.

Faye smiled at the girl. "You certainly do look ready! Oh no! What shoes do I wear with this?!" she dived into her closet rifling around, as Ed watched, curious.

Faye finally settled with blue high-heeled sandals, with straps that laced halfway up her calves. "Mm. All ready!"

Jet opened the door just then, dressed in a large hooded sweatshirt, baggy gray pants, and an olive green ski cap. He wore grubby tennis shoes, and mismatched gloves. "You womenfolk done yet? I can't believe how long women ta-" he stopped when he noticed both women all dressed and glaring at him. "Right. Shutting up now."

Faye, Ed, and Jet, all proceeded to the living room, where Spike leaned against the wall, glowering. He was wearing a tuxedo, with an expensive-looking black trench coat over it. He had been forbidden from smoking, because if he was pretending to be wealthy, he couldn't smell like cigarette smoke.

He looked up when they entered, raising an eyebrow at Jet, grinning at Edward, and staring at Faye with an unreadable expression on his face.

Faye began to blush under his unwavering gaze, finally getting fed up with him. "What is you problem?! Why do you hate me so much?! Do you LIVE to make my life a living HELL?! WHAT IS YOUR FRICKING PROBLEM?!"

Spike didn't so much as raise and eyebrow at her tirade. He turned from her and walked towards the docking bay. "I was going to say you looked nice…" he said quietly over his shoulder.

Faye stood open-mouthed, as Ed and Jet covered snickers. She glared at them, blushing again. "Shut up, you."

She walked after Spike, dragging Ed along by the arm. As she passed Jet, she whispered something in his ear, which made him blanche, and stop laughing. "You wouldn't! Would you?" his eyes grew big.

She smiled, and closed the door behind her.

Once in the RedTail, with Ed squished in the back, Faye relaxed. She flicked on the two-way radio. "Jet."

There was a slight second of static before Jet's voice crackled through. "Alright Faye. You know the plan. You and Spike are married, and Ed is your daughter. You are visiting every store on this list, looking for your contact, who will be dressed as Santa. Meanwhile, I'll be checking the street corners to see if our contact is among those fools who ring the bells on the street corners."

Faye groaned as Jet uploaded a looooooooooong list of department stores to RedTail's onboard computer. "Don't you have any more specific information on our contact?"

"Nope. All we know is that he's dressed as a Santa, somewhere in this city."

Faye groaned. "All right. Let's get this over with."

Faye landed RedTail gently, as Swordfish II settled next to her. She hopped out of the ship, as Spike clambered out of his craft.

He walked slowly towards her. "Alright. Jet arranged for a limo to pick us up here in about a minute or so."

Faye nodded. "I've got the list of stores in my clutch." She patted her tiny purse.

Ed bounced excitedly around them. "Ed is ready! Ed is ready! Ed asks if Santa will take her to the North Pole with him, then Santa asks Ed who she would like to see up there. Then Ed tells him she wants to see Santa, 'cause he's bringing Edward a lot of money. Then Santa says he needs to ask Ed's parents if that's okay, and he tells Edward where he'll ask her parents."

Spike applauded. "Good job, kiddo!"

A ritzy limousine pulled up in front of them then, and the chauffer opened the rear doors for them. Ed jumped right in, and Spike helped Faye take a seat, before joining her.

Several hours, and too many department store Santa's later, Faye sank onto a padded bench, massaging her ankles. Spike dropped next to her with a moan. "I swear, if I hear 'Silver Bells' one more goddamn time, I'm gonna blow this place to frickin' kingdom come!"

Faye managed a pained laugh. "I fully agree with you there!"

Edward sprawled on the floor in front of them, mindlessly babbling, which for her, was not abnormal.

Spike groaned and stood, cracking his back. "Well I suppose we had better get going again." He helped Faye up. "How many more stores have we got?"

She pulled out the list. "Too many…"

Faye fiddled with her 'wedding ring', twirling it around on her finger, and sliding it up and down. She glanced at Spike out of the corner of her eye, standing to her right.

He was mindlessly whistling, with a candy cane hanging from his mouth like a cigarette. She grinned, as he actually tried to smoke it, but ended up choking on candy cane juice, cursing flagrantly and coughing.

Suddenly Ed ran over, a huge grin on her face. "I found Santa Claus!"