"Okay guys, let's quiet down!" Peaches called out to the assembled CrowesNest Boyz. A few stood along the walls of the small meeting room, while others filled the chairs around the table. Peaches, Liz and Michelle stood near the front of the room, and sighed as the male voices increased in volume. "Hey guys, come on!" Peaches stressed, and finally the talk decreased to a polite murmur. "Thanks. Now...who's not here?" she asked, giving a brief inspection.
"Sid!" nearly all said in unison.
Almost on cue, they heard "Did someone croak my name?" being asked as the cyber-psycho casually strolled in, looking as dapper and beautiful as always.
"It's about time," Michelle piped up. "Didn't we say eight-thirty?"
"Did we? Michelle dearest, I'm only fashionably late," he purred, flashing his most charming smile at the three ladies. "I always enjoy making an entrance, you realize that." On observing there were no seats left, he studied his options and grimaced. Deciding he would rather not share the space too near Bud, Colin, John and Maximus - all of whom were staring icicles at him - he took a spot between Steve and Arthur.
"Well, look's like everyone's here now, Peaches," Liz commented.
"Okay - great," Peaches said, smiling and clapping her hands. "Gentlemen...thanks for coming. You don't know how much I appreciate this. I'm glad to see everyone could make it. Mannie," she nodded at him and received a smile in return. "Thank you," she told him directly, for she knew this was the first year he had decided to participate. "And welcome to our two newcomers, Max and Terry." There was polite applause. "I hope some of the others have explained to you what's up." They nodded. "All right, let's get started then. We all know why we're here," she continued in great seriousness.
"Yeah!" Andy exclaimed, which earned smiles and chuckles from everyone but Sid, who rolled his lovely emerald eyes in mock exasperation before he said, "I say, we end this swiftly, Peaches so that *some* of us can return to more important matters...."
"Just sit there and enjoy it Sid!" O'Brien barked at him. "You're not going anywhere, mate...Sorry Peaches - the floor is yours again."
"Thanks Colin," she grinned, noticing that he was now looking at Michelle and winking, an action which elicited a shy smile from her. "As I was saying, we all know why we're here..." She sighed and motioned towards the cyber-psycho, who had one hand raised. "Sid? What now?"
"Peaches...there is only one person who is absolutely perfect for this, and we all know it. I would like to nominate...."
Bud White growled: "If you say John Biebe psycho-boy I'll cream you before he does."
"Besides, I did it last year," the Alaskan said, giving Sid a dirty gaze as the latter threw up his hands.
"Precisely, and you were splendid, John, if I do say so. That is why I feel you should continue the tradition."
"And ladies..." the sheriff continued, pretending as though Sid had never spoken, "I don't mind if you want me to this year, but *not* just because *he* wants it."
"We *all*..." Jeff Wigand added, "...take turns Sid, isn't that correct, Peaches? That's what you told John and me last year."
"Absolutely. And we do it fairly, by drawing straws, so *everyone* ..." and she gave the cyber-psycho a 'please behave' look, "has a shot. The only one who won't be included this time will be John because he did do this last year."
"Peaches I don't mind at all," John said, smiling. "I'm part of the group, right? Whatever I can do to help."
"Thanks John. I hope that all of us will be that thoughtful."
"That means you too, Sid-ney!" Bud added and the group laughed.
"Well, as I was saying, we do it fairly by drawing straws so everyone's chances are equal. Clear, Sid?"
He heaved a sigh, crossing his arms in disgust. "Whatever," then under his breath, "I don't know why we bother. It's so ridiculous, and I still believe John would be the best selection."
Max chuckled and looked at the three men closest to him. "If Sid dislikes this so much, I may enjoy it after all. I wasn't certain at first because I'm unfamiliar with all of this."
"You'll love the whole thing, mate, trust me," Colin told him, glancing at Michelle once more and catching her eye. "And considering all we've been through this year, we're gonna need it."
"Yeah, you'll have a great time, Max, especially after Laura comes," John added, sighing as he thought of how much he had missed Tina the last two weeks.. He could barely wait until she arrived in another three days. "Just wait until all the ladies are here. It'll light up the Nest so much you won't believe it."
Liz stepped forward with great solemnity, a small oak container in her hands, while Peaches announced, "This will be the sixth time we've performed this act since the CrowesNest was established. I'm just glad that we're all alive and well to see it carried out in 2000."
"Here, here," Lachlan called out.
"Gentlemen...it's time," Michelle said, as Liz flipped open the lid on the container. "Remember, short straw is the winner. Good luck."
One by one, each of the incarnations made his way to the box, reached inside and withdrew the straw, holding it forward so that no one - specifically Sid - could attempt to hide it and possibly produce a longer one in its' place.. Within minutes the ceremony was completed, and everyone eagerly looked about.
Peaches spoke up next. "If you all could step close to each other, we'll take a careful look at these straws and see who got the short one this year." The men did as they were told, and Michelle, Liz and Peaches studied them carefully, a few at a time until at long last, the elusive little straw made its' appearance. The group applauded the victor, and the meeting was dismissed once a few more arrangements were firmed up for the upcoming events....
The fingers swept across the opening of the blue plastic bag, and the Alaskan once more glimpsed the small white box inside. He smiled thoughtfully. He had placed this item on layaway at the CrowesNest gift shop a couple of months before, so he could pay on it a little at a time, and now it was his. Well, only temporarily his, he chuckled to himself. Come Christmas Day, the lady in his life would possess this instead. This wasn't the only gift, but he secretly hoped she would like this best.
"John?" Biebe raised his head to find younger brother Jeff Mitchell in front of him, the latter loaded down with shopping bags.
"Hey Jeff. Finished your shopping?" He used his head to indicate the numerous packages.
"Just now, just now. Went into town with a couple of the guys and Liz and Annabella. They needed more supplies for the holiday, and with Christmas Eve being on a Sunday, you need to stock up on the alcohol now."
"Oh, right, since they don't sell liquor on Sundays. Makes sense. So we're ready then?"
"Oh yeah Johnny Boy, we're ready," Jeff grinned. "So.that Tina Renee's gift?"
John smiled bashfully. "One of `em. The last one. Just picked it up. I hope she likes it."
"Oh.I'm sure she will. You've got her pegged pretty well, mate. But then you two have been together - what? Seven months?"
"Seven months, two days, and." He glanced at his watch. "about three hours."
"Okay Maximus," Jeff joked, shaking his head, chuckling as did John. "I think this is gonna be our best Christmas ever. All of us seem like we've got somebody this year."
The sheriff nodded thoughtfully. At this time last year, he wondered if he would ever be happy again. "Yeah. 2000's been a good year. Guess we can thank Max for that."
"I do every day.Hey, can I have a peak, John? At Tina's gift? I swear I won't say a thing to her. I'd never ruin her surprise." He saw the skepticism in Biebe's eyes. "Come on, John - please. I swear - not a word. I'd just like to see what you got your special lady."
"You say one thing." John commented, removing the box.
"Cross my heart, mate, not a word. Cort showed me what he got Peaches, and I saw Max's main present to Laura, and Colin.Man, you ought to see what he's gonna lay on Chelle."
"Okay, here you go." John pulled back the lid, and smiled when Jeff whistled in admiration.
"Oh John, that's - that's absofreaking beautiful, mate. She's gonna love it."
"You think so?"
"Oh definitely, she will, and I promise mate, I won't say anything, not even to Rick."
"You do and remember, *mate, * I know where you live."
Jeff laughed. "I noticed it's not wrapped. You need any help?"
Biebe smiled politely, even as he recalled some of Mitchell's decorating attempts, which were definitely less than successful. "Nah that's okay, but thanks for the offer, Jeff, I appreciate it. I'm just gonna use the little gift bags they gave. Seems less time consuming that way."
Mitchell nodded, grinning. "Yeah I'm putting a lot of mine in those. Does take up less time, don't it? Well, I'd better fly fly, John. Got so much to do.. Guess I'll see you and Tina Renee later?"
"She's on her way. Should be here this afternoon."
Once Jeff had gone, Biebe leaned back in the chair, surveying the now quiet lobby adjacent the hotel's gift shop. Wreaths of fresh pine, each one bedecked in splendid colors of gold or silver, reds or greens, hung in appropriate spots. From where he sat, he could just make out the roping which - with satin and silk ribbons - draped elegantly about the banister woodwork. He took a deep breath, allowing the scent to enter his nostrils. This place would make Martha Stewart envious, he jokingly considered, for such care and detail had been thoughtfully placed into each decoration. But none of it felt formal or cold. There was intimate warmth there, like what he once knew in his pervious life. For a moment he remembered his last Christmas in Mystery - the one before the Rangers game. He had taken Donna and his boys skating.. Their images appeared before his eyes, and John felt the sting of moisture as he quickly wiped away his tears.
No more tears, John. No more. The figures dissipated as quickly as they appeared, and he sniffed, pulling the little shopping bag closer. Last Christmas had been so miserable for him with few exceptions, but now... Whole new life, Biebe. Remember that - whole new life, with an insane bunch of brothers..and a woman who loves you as much as you love her. If you had to end up anywhere, well, you could've done a hell of a lot worst. And destiny - geez, never thought I'd say that - brought you and Tina together.
Tina. *Hello Etienne Stewart we also call her Tina* He couldn't think of a more magical name right now, and it was her choice they be together for the holidays. Seems as if a few of her own Christmases had been rather miserable too, and a lot of it was due to family members. In another declaration of her independence, she wanted to spend the time with John instead. So since she is, I have to make it extra special for her. I know some of `em will make it rough on her, taking off like that, but she's not the shy Tina anymore.
He glanced at a nearby clock. Better get moving since he had promised Liz he'd work behind the bar until Tina arrived..
He surveyed the front room, casting a curious eye over the mounds of shopping bags scattered over and around the sofa and chairs.
"Busy girl..." He smiled, resisting the temptation to rummage through the packages. It had only been three days since the drawing of the straws at the Tavern and Michelle had left first thing the next morning, telling everyone that she had some family matters to take care of before coming back to the CrowesNest for Christmas. He had known the real reason, and she had begged and pleaded with him not to tell the others, blushing a deep crimson at the thought of everyone knowing it was her birthday.
"Everyone's busy with Christmas preparations," she had said, "... and besides, I'd be so embarrassed." Despite wanting to celebrate it with her, he had finally promised, under the threat of horrible torture, not to say a word to anyone about her birthday. And so, Michelle had left the Nest under the premise of dealing with a few last minute matters, returning unseen late last night, under the cover of darkness.
He glanced towards the Christmas tree nestled in the corner, it's fresh pine scent filling the cozy room. It was decorated simply, like the rest of the room, all the trimmings were hand-crafted. Colin felt his heart soften at the thought of Michelle's personal touch on each of the decorations. He flicked the light switch and smiled as the tree came to life, brightening up the room with it's colorful array of lights. A present tucked between the branches caught his eye and he reached for it, noticing immediately his name written in gold across the dark green cloth wrapping. He turned it over his his hands before he brought it to his ear and shook it gently. It gave no sound, no hint of what it might be. Frowning with a slight smile, he set it back amongst the pine needles and turned to retrieve the breakfast tray.
He crossed the room to the bedroom door, careful to open the door quietly. Once inside, he looked towards the sleeping form under the bed covers. God, she's beautiful. He watched the slow and steady rise and fall of her chest, listening to the peaceful sounds of her breathing, a sound that was music to his ears after she'd almost met an untimely end this past summer, a time when she had almost been lost to him. He pushed those thoughts from his mind, What does she see in you, O'Brien... you ordinary bastard. In his mind's eye he saw her soft smile; the way she would glance at him from across the room, the way she would touch his arm and look up at him, a look that would melt his heart every time. She obviously sees somethin', mate. Or maybe it's just your handsome sideburns. He laughed at himself and set the tray aside before moving towards the bed.
Not taking his eyes from her, he quickly removed his Blundstone boots and jeans, crawling carefully under the sheets until he was nestled beside her. Sleeping deeply, she did not stir and Colin watched her sleep for several minutes before he moved a bit closer. His hand touched her thigh and slid it up over her hips towards her breasts, stroking her there gently as he leaned in and kissed her soft cheek. Michelle sighed in her sleep, and Colin kissed her again, this time trailing his lips down her throat to the sensitive spot along her collarbone, his hand continuing its caress along the underside of her breast.
"Colin..." She whispered his name, turning towards him.
"G'day, love." His breath tickled her neck and a gasp escaped Michelle's throat. She reached up to run a hand through his dark brown hair, but he stopped her, kissing each finger before he pressed it back against the pillow. She groaned, arching herself off the mattress.
"Impatient are we darlin'?" he chided her gently, chuckling softly before claiming her mouth with his. As his tongue sought the warmth of her mouth, his fingers moved deftly down her stomach, brushing between her thighs and pushing aside her panties. It was Colin's turn to sigh when he found her wet and ready for him. Sliding two fingers into her, Colin played his thumb across her clit, continuing his ministrations as her body arched beneath him. Within seconds she came against his hand and Colin held her mouth, kissing her passionately. When he finally released her, they were both gasping for breath.
"Happy birthday, 'Chelle. I love you," he whispered next to her ear, his tongue flicking her earlobe.
Michelle sighed, completely sated. She slowly moved her head, turning her eyes towards him. "And I love you, Colin O'Brien." She pressed against him, stroking his face. "And that was a wonderful birthday present.... not to mention, something wonderful to come home to."
Colin laughed, running his hand back over her curves. "Mmm, yes... to come home to this every day... not bad at all."
Michelle slapped his arm away, blushing deeply. "You know what I mean.... Besides, this place is becoming more and more like home everyday." Colin smiled down at her, pulling her into another kiss.
"I know, love... Without you here, it's just not the same. I was countin' the minutes until you came back." He paused, running his fingers through her tangled hair. "But that's not the only thing I have for you, birthday girl." With a gentle squeeze he slid out from underneath the covers and retrieved the breakfast tray from the table.
"Breakfast in bed too?! This just keeps getting better and better!" Michelle giggled as she propped herself up against the pillows and flattened the quilt over her legs.
"That's enough out of you, sheila. I'll have you know I've got plenty more up my sleeve for you." He set the tray across her lap and slid back under the sheets.
"Colin..." Michelle's smile turned and she glanced down at her hands, "My birthday was Wednesday, it's Saturday...."
"Don't start, 'Chelle." He lifted her chin with his finger, meeting her gaze. "This is our first Christmas as a couple and the first chance I get to celebrate your birthday with you. Let me indulge, hmmm? 'Sides, if anyone deserves a special day, it's you. And I intend to make this day absolutely unforgettable."
"Anything with you is unforgettable, Colin...."
"I'll take that as a compliment, love..." He winked at her before directing her gaze towards the breakfast tray. "Courtesy of Annabella and Andy." He lifted the silver lid to reveal a delicious array of Michelle's favorite breakfast foods: English muffins with strawberry jam, thin strips of low-fat bacon, fresh fruit and a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, all framed by 4 long stemmed red roses. Michelle's eyes grew wide as she surveyed the bounty that lay before her. She picked up one of the red roses, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply, letting the heady scene fill her senses.
She opened her eyes after a moment and smiled coyly. "I presume the roses are courtesy of Andy, not Annabella." She squealed as Colin nipped at her neck before sealing her lips with a deep kiss. When he pulled away, she held his face in her hands, gazing into his eyes. "This is wonderful. Thank you..." and then she added with a smile. "And you know how much I love our breakfasts in bed."
Colin smiled, nodding. "Especially when they can last until lunch." He leaned in tugging gently on her lower lip with his teeth. "Eat up now... and I'll be back in two ticks."
Michelle looked up at him, her lips pouting, practically begging to be kissed again. "You're not going to eat with me?"
Chuckling, he shook his head. "I didn't say that, now did I, love?" He kissed her once more, letting it linger longer than he had initially intended. When his lips left hers, Michelle moaned at the loss of his touch.
"Hold that thought, love." He added and Michelle whimpered as he rolled off the bed and walked out the door. Once in the sitting room, Colin leaned back against the wall, letting a groan escape his own lips. Good God, mate... she's somethin' else. He growled under his breath and glanced down his body, feeling his arousal. He just couldn't get enough of her. Now that she was back, he longed to be near her more than ever. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shaking himself out of his dreamy haze. Don't keep her waitin' man. Never keep a lady waiting. He crossed the room, heading towards the main door and poked his head out into the hallway.
"Bloody hell, mate! I thought you'd forgotten about me!" Lachlan's face greeted him and Colin laughed softly, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.
"Sorry, Lach.... Things got a bit, well... carried away." He nodded at his mate, "You got it here okay?"
The pilot smiled and reached behind him, handing O'Brien a navy blue gift bag. "Yeah, mate. Everything's in order." Colin peeked inside the bag, noting the two wrapped boxes tucked inside, just as he had left them.
"Goodonya, Lach.... You're a lifesaver. I didn't want to draw too much attention walking over from the Tavern with these, y'know. Especially with the way Sid's been nosing about these last few days, he's been getting his hands into everything."
"No worries, Colin. Glad I could be the guinea pig." They both chuckled. "And as for Sid, he didn't even see me, he was too busy trying to convince Peaches to let him put up the mistletoe."
"Bloody hell..." Colin rolled his eyes.
"So what is it?" Lachlan directed his attention to the gift bag. "An early Christmas present for the love of your life?"
Colin's cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink. "Somethin' like that...." He left it at that and thanked the pilot again before turning back into Michelle's room. He'd been hiding these gifts for weeks, first on lay away and then tucked discretely in the back of his closet, away from Michelle's curious eyes, as well as everyone else's. It hadn't been an easy secret to keep, and he had trusted it in Lachlan's hands only this morning. Now, presents in hand, his heart pounded within his chest and he felt like he was walking on air. This was going to be something special.
"Andy?"
The young Aussie was whistling away as he finished making a few minor adjustments to a lighted wire framed reindeer, one of ten on the Tavern's front lawn.
"Andy?" repeated the soft Welsh voice. Andy was so intent on fumbling with the antlers - in addition to his whistled rendition of 'Hark the Herald Angel Sing' - he still didn't hear. Arthur finally hollered, "Andy?!"
"Huh? What? Why ya yelling, mate?"
Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes. "Something's not right, Andy."
"Not right? They look great. This is the best display we've ever had."
"Fine. So why does that one..." and he pointed at the figurine Andy had been modifying, "...look as if he was doing his own version of Linda Blair."
"Huh?" Andy was shaking his head in his confusion.
"Your reindeer, Andrew," Arthur said quietly. "Your reindeer's head is backwards."
Andy finally looked closer at the reindeer, only then realizing that the entire head was not only looking up, but was also twisted into some freakish angle so that it placidly gazed at its' tail. The antlers - if long enough - nearly threatened to impale the animal's backside. "Oh bloody hell," he exclaimed. "It does look like something from 'The Exorcist'. How did I..." He started to giggle while making another adjustment, this time resulting in an even more embarrassing situation. "Well, that's no good. It looks like his antlers are getting ready to...." The giggle became even more hysterical.
Arthur shook his head very soberly. "Andrew will you please. If Elizabeth or Peaches see this.... Oh dear."
"They'll think it's a scream, mate."
"They'll think no such thing," Arthur admonished, looking around. "It's getting too close to Christmas to be acting so silly: too much to do, a lot more of our guests arriving...."
"Artie, mate..." And said, laying both hands on his shoulders, "chill a bit. It's okay. It's Christmas. You don't have to be so tense."
"But..."
"Arthur...it's a bleeding artificial deer. So it's a little confused...Arthur," he interrupted before the clerk could protest, "look at the freaking deer."
Arthur studied it closer, then suddenly snickered. "A deer? A female deer?"
"Not hardly mate - it's got antlers." This elicited a sputter as Arthur started laughing himself, and before long, the two 'brothers' were giggling at gut busting levels.
"It's got antlers," Arthur laughed. "Good one, Andy." He looked off at the main road, watching as a black car moved along it at a nice pace. "Company coming."
"Another of the ladies. I was wondering how many would arrive today. Wonder who...." He looked harder, now recognizing the vehicle's make when it drew closer. "Hey!"
"You recognize it?" Arthur asked, squinting.
"Oh yeah. Wonder why she's not in a convertible today?" Andy started moving, the clerk not far behind, so by the time the car pulled into a space in the Tavern lot, they were right there to greet its' occupant. "Tina!" he shouted, running right up to open the driver's side door.
"Andy - hi," she greeted, flipping up the steering wheel and maneuvering her legs around so as to stretch them. "Hey Arthur, hi."
The clerk timidly bowed his head, stammering, "Hel...Hello Tina. How...How...How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks, especially now that I'm here."
Arthur swallowed hard. "It's...It's good to see you again. I know John will be happy you're back." He was about to glance away when he realized that Tina had a blush creeping into her cheeks. The reaction caused Arthur to smile as he added, "We...Andy and I...we saw him earlier today. He...He said you were on your way. Glad you could make it."
"Thanks Arthur - I appreciate it."
"You're not in the Sebring convertible today," Andy pouted, for he loved that model. "What happened?"
Tina shrugged. "It's hard to get convertibles in Louisville during the winter time. There's just not a call for it. I was lucky they had the Sebring though, but they always remember the cars I like."
Andy grabbed both of her hands and tugging her forward and out, began to shake them enthusiastically. "Happy - Happy - Happy - Happy Christmas Tina!!" He was practically dancing with her as he started spinning her around, causing her to join in their laughter.
"Well, Merry Christmas to you, Andy." She was able to stop their movement long enough to give him a peck on the cheek. The action made him chuckle as he twisted one leg around the other and spun around. "Gee...thanks Tina."
"You're welcome, and..." She quickly moved the few short feet to where Arthur stood and before he could object, also gave him a kiss on the cheek. "...Merry Christmas to you, Arthur."
"Oh...Oh..." There was one of those bashful smiles, the one nearly all the incarnations possessed. "Oh...thank you, Tina. Happy Christmas to you."
Tina smiled, and then her eyes went upward and about as she surveyed the scene. Although it was still rather warm outside, she was beginning to get into the spirit of the season as she noticed the numerous decorations. It would have been extremely easy to have become carried away considering there was not only the Tavern, but the hotel to decorate, but from what she could tell, it all looked very tasteful and classic.
"It'll look better when we turn the lights on tonight," Arthur said, observing that she was analyzing the scene. "We did a test run last night, and it looked...."
"It looked beautiful, Tina!" Andy exclaimed. "Wait until you see it. We'll do it again tonight as soon as it gets dark."
Arthur groaned, shaking his head at the Aussie's interruption, but obviously, he was used to it after so many years. "Yes Tina...wait until you see it."
"And see that up there?" Andy was pointing towards the roof of the Tavern. She followed his direction, at once seeing the outline of what appeared to be a series of lights on wire formed into the shape of a tree. Nodding, he continued. "Max and John put that up last night. It'll be so pretty when it's dark. You'd be so proud of John, Tina. He knew exactly what to do; said he had helped out in Mystery when they used to do it at their City Hall or on top of the Sheriff's office."
Tina smiled, trying not to blush at the mention of Biebe's name. She rocked on her heels a bit, anxious to find her sheriff after two weeks without seeing him. "Speaking of John...is he around?"
"He's in the Tavern working behind the bar. He promised Liz he'd put in a few hours before you got here," Arthur told her, realizing that although she was being polite to them, she did want to see her companion. He tried not to sigh out loud, worried she might take it the wrong way. John was fortunate he wasn't as quiet and shy as him - although the Alaskan did have a bashful side - or else he might never have been able to face up to Tina. Arthur just wished he could find someone as nice as Tina. Okay, perhaps she tended to be a little too free-spirited at times (which surprised him considering her Pentecostal upbringing), but she had an occasional quietness about her that he liked. Well, maybe someday. After all Lord, it is the season of miracles.
"Okay, great. Yeah, I guess I will wander inside and catch him then."
"He'll be happy to see you," Arthur managed to say before Andy piped up, "We know he's missed you so much, Tina. He nearly tears the ice in the rink to pieces when he practices; must be all that nervous tension."
Tina only smiled in return, recalling that her way of managing was working harder at her job, writing and surfing the Internet, staying in touch with her fellow Nesters. "I guess...Well guys, the decorations look wonderful, they really do. I'm looking forward to seeing them tonight."
"Me and Arthur did do a great job, didn't we?" Andy quipped. Arthur immediately punched him in the ribs and gave him a look which said *'Please don't exaggerate'*. "For real, we all pitched in. All the guys did a great job, didn't they?"
"Yes they did." She looked back at both of them, eyebrows raised. "All the guys?"
Andy took her meaning. "All except Sid. He said something about taking charge of hanging the mistletoe...."
"Oh Lord," Tina muttered. "Please tell me someone will hog-tie him for the duration."
Both young men giggled, and Arthur replied, "We'll...take good...good care of him, Tina. Don't worry. Sid won't ruin anyone's Christmas."
She nodded. "I trust you...But hey, I have to ask you. Why is this reindeer's head backwards? It looks like it's trying to skewer itself." She looked puzzled when both of them starting giggling. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"No Tina, it's...you're all right," Arthur explained, giving his 'brother' the eye. "Andy will take care of it, won't you, Andrew?"
"I'll take care of it...Hey Tina, do you need for one of us to get your luggage?"
"Thanks Andy, but that can wait." Her brown eyes drifted in the direction of the building again.
"She wants to see John, Andrew. Let's be gentlemen and escort her inside."
Andy eagerly took one of her hands in his, then started guiding her along. He was having similar feelings as Baskin, wishing he could get as fortunate as John Biebe in finding a partner in the CrowesNest. The two interacted so well with one another, and the waiter enjoyed watching them - how they showed their affection, even if they disagreed. He liked the couple so much, and was still attempting to make it up to them when it came to his *faux pas* regarding him overhearing "the parking lot incident." After all that, both of them were still kind to him. "Tina...I have to tell you...I love whatever it is you're wearing today."
"Andrew!" Arthur attempted to admonish him, but Tina shook her head as she said, "It's okay - I don't consider it sexual harassment to be told I smell nice or I look nice. A woman likes to hear that sometimes. Well, this woman does anyway." She laughed, thinking that from Andy's expression, he was about to stick out his tongue at Arthur. "It's 'Chloe Narcisse'."
"'Chloe Narcisse'," Andy repeated. "I like that. Well, it smells pretty on you, Tina - like flowers. I think John will like it too."
The three walked inside the Tavern, and Tina allowed her eyes to adjust to the more muted light. Again, she saw tasteful decorations, and she smiled, thinking how easy it would have been to get carried away. She saw none of the regular ladies she was accustomed to, at least not at the moment. The younger men had told her that Michelle had been there earlier in the week, but then left a few days before on family business. She should be returning shortly though. Kath and Trisha had flown over together, and had been there since Thursday. Stef was also around, having arrived at dawn that morning, and was more than likely resting. Syrena was about, but had said she and Hando might take off down the coast for the holidays; Hando was still feeling uncertain about his newfound Nest family, so she thought they needed some time alone. Bugdog - eager to escape the confines of the Real World - had been at the Nest more than a week. NormaJean had arrived a couple of hours before, and Laura had called, saying she should be there in the next four hours. Others were slowly filtering in as well, and the majority of the regulars who could make it would be there by Christmas Eve.
Right now however, Tina only noted several lurkers in the shadows, enjoying a drink with Kim of "The Efficiency Expert'. Obviously something about him appealed to them, for they were laughing at whatever he was saying. She waved at Lachlan and Alex, then headed towards the bar, Andy and Arthur only a few feet behind.
Jeff Wigand saw her next, smiling broadly as he turned to place some clean glasses on the hooks above his head. He was about to speak, when Tina placed a finger to her lips, indicating he should remain quiet; he immediately took the hint, and she noticed him shooting a quick glance at John Biebe, whose back was to the crowd. She moved stealthily towards the counter, and only then heard the Alaskan speak, her eyes closing as she savored that accent she had missed for two weeks.
"Yeah Jeff, I know it's another of those teen groups, but I like this song," Biebe was saying. Tina cocked her head and listened carefully to what was playing on the jukebox. She recognized the tune at once, having heard it on the radio as it climbed through the top 40: N'Sync's 'This I Promise You'. "I didn't think I'd like it much either, but then I listened to the words. They just sort of...hit home for me."
"Uh-huh. I think I heard it the first time myself a few days ago. It's about the only thing they've done that I've enjoyed, but then John, I'm a bit older than you are. Teen rock stars aren't exactly at the top of my music list."
John shrugged and chuckled. "Well not mine either, but sometimes...well, sometimes it surprises me what some of these kids come up with. Actually, it's a fairly romantic song...if you like that sort of thing."
"And that would definitely suit you, John," Wigand teased. "Like I've heard Trisha say, you definitely wear your heart on your sleeve."
The sheriff laughed softly in reply, then returned to organizing the placement of the Scotch bottles.
Tina slipped onto a cushioned stool, making certain her reflection could not be seen in the mirror at the rear of the bar. She continued to observe John for a little, trying not to sigh as she watched his broad back and shoulders - now hidden beneath a blue sweater she recognized as a Brooks Brothers design and her gift - and the way his jeans hugged the contour of his very sexy behind. Managing to catch herself before her tongue ran over her lips, Tina took a deep breath, and in a loud voice - while banging on the countertop -- called out: "HEY! What does somebody have to do to get some service in this joint?!"
Wigand sputtered as John jerked around, obviously shocked by the brashness. "What did...." He never finished, as his eyes met Tina's, the words catching in his throat. "Sweetheart," was all he could say, and he sat the bottle of Jim Beam aside, eagerly leaning over the counter so as to kiss her softly and briefly on her lips. "I...I didn't know...When did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago. Andy and Arthur were nice enough to show me inside."
"Our pleasure, John," Andy piped up.
"Thanks guys." He looked over at Wigand, who was whistling and pretending not to notice anything. "How long did you know she was there, Jeff?"
"She wasn't there long. Good thing she decided to say something before you embarrassed yourself."
John looked momentarily puzzled. "What was I going to say that would have made me embarrass...." Then he laughed deeply. "Get out of here, Wigand."
"Tina, Merry Christmas," Jeff told her, and she smiled back, thinking that he appeared to be more happy than when she last saw him.
"Merry Christmas, Jeffrey," she greeted. "You're looking well."
"I feel great."
"That," Tina said, a twinkle in her eye, "must mean that Wendy is going to get here for the holidays?"
Wigand bowed his head, his cheeks reddening. "Uh...yes, yes she is. I got a message from her the other day. Finals are over, and she's on her way. It'll only be for Christmas, but...it's something."
Tina smiled and patted his hand. "You're right, it's definitely something. I'm glad she could make it. Oh, and when you have time later, there is something I *have* to tell you."
One of his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Really? Gossip?" She shrugged, still smiling. "Is it about my old employer?"
"No...but...I'll have to tell you later. It's something that happened when I was on duty, and I just think you'd get a kick out of it."
"Really?"
"I think so," she grinned. "Let's just say it has to do with your Real Life counterpart."
"Oh my," Jeffrey said softly, beaming. "Well, we must hook up later then. Uh...after you and John have had some time together."
"Thanks Jeff," Biebe told him, and Wigand simply nodded, told the two he would talk to them later, then went back to what he was originally doing. The Alaskan now turned to Andy and Arthur, both of whom were waiting patiently for some acknowledgment. "And thanks guys; thanks for bringing Tina in -- I appreciate it."
"Our...Our pleasure, John, you...you...you know that."
"Anytime, John," Andy chirped. "Tina...will we see you later? We want you to see the lights when they're turned on."
"I'll be around - I promise," she replied, her gaze briefly turning to John before she refocused on his younger brothers. "Oh and guys, thank you again." The two thanked her profusely, and then began to back off to return to what they had been doing before her arrival.
Once everyone had returned to their own affairs, and the couple was as alone as they were going to be under the circumstances, John leaned forward again, allowing his lips to recapture Tina's. This kiss lingered a bit longer, and the sheriff stopped himself before he placed a hand behind her head to press her closer. That, he considered, was getting a bit too intimate for the location, and he didn't want to embarrass himself or her, so after a few moments, he reluctantly released her.
"Merry Christmas, darlin'," he whispered, smiling broadly, sighing as he took a deep whiff of her fragrance. He could not recall having smelled it before, and he made a mental note, promising to ask her about it later.
"Merry Christmas," she repeated, her lips tingling. It was incredible to her how much she could miss that sensation.
"You should have called me on your cell, let someone know you were a few minutes away. I could have come out and met...."
"There wasn't any need to. I figured with it being the day before Christmas Eve, everyone was going to be fairly swamped anyway. Besides, Arthur and Andy took excellent care of me."
"They did, eh?"
"Yeah," she grinned, playfully tugging at his collar. "Jealous?"
John shook his head, chuckling. "No, but I think those two...." He paused, then added after a wry smile, "Never mind."
"Oh no...You started this, Biebe. You think those two -- what?"
He had a feeling she already knew but he decided to simply keep it vague. He had seen the way the pair shyly watched several of the ladies around the Nest, knowing there were some they particularly liked for varying reasons. So John just left it at: "I...just think they're both awfully fond of you, Tina."
"Good save there, Sheriff," she said, her hand resting on one of his, and John's laugh deepened.
"Hey, you thirsty, sweetheart? I know it's still a little early for one of your Mimosas, but I could fix you something else if you'd like. Uh...a wine cooler; iced tea; lemonade."
"How about a bottle of nice cold water? That'd hit the spot about now."
"A bottle of water for the lady comin' right up." While he stepped over to the refrigerator, he called back over his shoulder, "Did you get away okay, darlin'? I was really worried about whether you would make it after all." He heard a thoughtful sigh, and he realized without her saying that it must have been rough. "That bad, eh?"
"No... Well, yeah...It was...Let me put it this way. I don't know exactly how missed I *will* be. I hadn't spoken to my mother in almost a month; not since right before Thanksgiving when she called and asked if I was renting a car for the weekend. Oh that's right -- I didn't tell you about that, did I? Well, when I said no cause I had to work, she slammed the phone down in my ear without a word." Tina watched John wince as he twisted the cap off her bottle, and she nodded. "I know...I couldn't believe it. I mean even after everything that's happened, I was still glad to hear her voice in a way, even though the last time we'd spoken, I told her I was sick of every time we talked, it ended up in another argument."
"With her doing all the screaming and arguing, and you expected to listen?"
"Yeah," she whispered, taking a sip of the water. "Thanks, this is great...So I just cut it off after that -- I was tired of it. I mean, how much more can we discuss about me selling the house? I did it; I'm not sorry, and I'm sick of taking some type of freaking blame when I was the only one keeping the house up."
John leaned closer, keeping his voice at a level so that only they were privy to the conversation. "So this happened before or after your uncle called with that message you told me about?"
"After -- Thanksgiving Day actually. I mean, that's when he called."
Tina had told him how her paternal uncle had telephoned her at work with a message from her mother: *she* had forgiven her daughter for selling her own house without making her aware, but now she expected an apology from Tina for doing this. The ball was being placed in her oldest child's court so to speak, and according to the message "Hoped God would lay the right thing on her heart." Tina had given it all some thought for several days, and come to another life altering experience. She had *already* apologized for this very thing literally a dozen times -- not telling her mother in advance although she really felt there was nothing to say she was sorry for -- and wondered why it was necessary to repeat it for the umpteenth time when obviously, her parent wasn't listening.
There was no repeat performance. However, Tina felt it important she at least say she would not be spending her two week Christmas vacation with her family. She called her younger sister, on whom she was on good terms, and informed her. The next day, she received a terse call from her mother, and a tirade ensued on what a selfish person she was to abandon them at the holidays. The house situation was unearthed again, and finally, Tina simply hung up after wishing her a Merry Christmas and informing her that she'd receive her gifts in the mail.
John sighed, gently caressing her trembling hands, both of which felt cool to his touch." Tina...I'm so sorry."
She shook her head again, her expression pensive. "No... No don't be. You know honestly, this might be the best Christmas I've had in years." The sheriff raised an eyebrow at this. "No seriously, I think it will. Every year I take V-time around Christmas to spend it with my family, and I end up not only practically nuts, but I'm glad to be back at work again. I've never had one of those peaceful Christmas Eves everyone ought to have -- you know, maybe going to church or baking cookies, or some other Norman Rockwellian fantasy. Hey, I would have been happy just to kick back and relax, and watch the flames on my candles. Instead I spent nearly every Christmas Eve cooking for the next day's dinner, and lucky I got three hours sleep. Half the time I didn't even have all my gifts wrapped. Then more cooking Christmas Day, and trying to organize myself, then picking everyone up for dinner -- which we normally didn't have until six or seven at night. One year, we didn't open presents until eight at night...." She stopped when John laughed softly, and she joined in. "Sorry -- I was on a roll."
"You deserve this vacation then," he said, his voice more serious.
"Yes," she whispered with a sigh of relief. "I'd always said that one year, I was gonna pack my bags and tell everyone I was running off for Christmas and it had nothing to do with them. Well...this is the year!"
"I'm sorry about your family, darlin'. I'm just not used to situations like that," and Tina nodded, for he had shared that his background had been fairly normal. "I...I wish things were different, but...I'm not going to stand here and lie and say I'm not glad you're here, cause I am. I'm glad that if you were going anywhere, you decided to come here."
She smiled softly, tears threatening to spill. "Coming to the Nest is like being in England *and* the Caribbean, only better. This year, I wouldn't want to be anywhere *but* here...with you." Noticing that his neckline was beginning to grow crimson, she gently touched him behind the nape, letting her fingertips brush the edges of his long auburn hair. "You look fantastic. Did you do something to your hair though? It looks...."
"Oh, just had it trimmed a little. It was getting awfully shaggy right before you left and while you were gone, and I wanted to look my best for you." He laughed when Tina gave an 'Aw!' "I almost told them to cut it all off; thought I'd see how I looked wearing it as short as Max does."
Tina's mouth dropped in mock surprise. "Don't...you...*dare* John Biebe. I'll kick your cute little butt if you ever do."
"Guess that answered that question, didn't it? Hey, did the boys get your bags?"
"Uh-uh. I told them to wait. I wanted to see you too badly."
"Okay, well I'm done, darlin'. I told Liz I'd put in a good four hours and I timed it out just right...Jeff, I'm ought of here."
Wigand was emptying a bag of crushed ice into the cooler, and his attention was drawn back towards the couple. "Okay John. Well, you and Tina have a good one then."
"We'll see you later. If we miss Andy and Arthur's Light Up CrowesNest event we'll never hear the end of it." They all laughed as John circled around from behind the counter, patting the older man on the back as he did. He reached for his lightweight L.L. Bean jacket and began to pull it on. "Tina and I are going tree shopping after we get her luggage inside."
"Tree shopping, huh? Well have fun you two."
Tina slid off the stool, smiling as she took Biebe's offered hand. "We will. Bye Jeff. Oh, and if you see Laura before I get back, let her know where we are. Tell her I'll hook up with her later." Wigand nodded as he watched the two happily make their way out....
"Happy birthday, love."
"Colin..." She looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. Reaching out, she touched his face with her fingers. "Thank you... I...."
"Just open it, love." He took her fingers, bringing them to his mouth. "Just open it."
Chewing her lip, Michelle removed the top layer of tissue, reaching in to pull out the two boxes, one slightly larger than the other. She turned to him, wonder in her eyes. "Colin... this is too much..."
"Nothing's too much for you... now c'mon... you haven't even opened 'em yet. Go on."
Her blue eyes sparkled as she set to work on the first gift, the smaller of the two boxes, running her hand over the black velvet before she opened it. A gasp escaped her lips as she saw what was inside. Hanging off an elegant silver chain was a silver Celtic knot, its intricate lines forming the shape of a heart; no beginning, no end, just one silver line entwined forever.
"It's beautiful, Colin... It's..." She paused as she turned the piece over in her hand and noticed the tiny inscription on the back. To my soul mate, I love you, forever.
"It's simple, I know..." Colin appeared suddenly bashfully.
"It's... it's wonderful. It's more special than you realize." She leaned in and kissed Colin as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Here... let me put it on, and we'll see how it looks." Colin brushed a hair from her neck and took the necklace from it's case, sliding the silver chain around her throat and clipping it together at the back. He sat back and admired the way it lay at the base of her throat, sparkling against her skin.
"Now it looks even more beautiful.' He kissed her there, letting his tongue trace the base of her throat.
"I'm never going to get to the second present if you keep this up." Michelle sighed as he continued, running her hand through his brown hair.
"Maybe that's my intention...." Colin whispered finally as he pulled away, and Michelle felt her cheeks turn a nice shade of crimson and focused her attention on the second box that rested beside her.
"What on earth is this!? It's heavy!" She only received an innocent look from Colin, so she ripped away the wrapping paper and cardboard box to reveal a silver pewter picture frame. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the picture it held, the picture of her and Colin on the beach, taken the first day they had been together. Full size, it was breathtaking.
"How... where did you get this?!"
"Steve. He's got negatives filed away. I had him blow up the pic, and he touched it up a bit too." Colin stood up slowly as he explained, setting the half eatten breakfast tray on the floor before he slid in beside her on the mattress. "It's my favorite picture, one I'll carry with me forever." He glanced towards his jeans which lay across a nearby chair, thinking of the pocket that held the smaller, more worn, version of the photograph. "A reminder of where we've come from and what we mean to each other." He saw Michelle wiping tears from her eyes and he lifted her face with a hand under her chin. Her tear filled eyes met his.
"Colin... this is more than I could possibly ask for... this is wonderful!"
"You deserve it, and so much more, 'Chelle." He pulled her close, holding her tightly in his arms. He held her for several minutes, loving the feeling of having her near. After a while, he picked up the frame, setting it on the bedside table and brushing aside the gift bag and tissue. "Now..." He smiled down at her as he pressed her back into the soft pillows, running a hand down her side as he trailed his tongue along her collarbone. "I want to give you your real birthday present." Michelle giggled and then gasped as his hand moved swiftly to the junction between her thighs and she moaned as his fingers entered her for the second time that morning. Claiming her lips, Colin reached out with his free hand, pulling the covers over them and cloaking them in intimate darkness.