Chapter 1

The prospect of snow is something that sustains us during the hot months of summer, always promising to bring with it a momentary relief from the pressures of everyday life. As nice as this sounds, the unfortunate reality of the situation is that snow is a concept that only seems fun while the weather is warm, because despite what we'd like to believe, when it finally does come around, it always seems to be more trouble than it's worth.

As is often the case, the first snow of the year decided to arrive at the worst possible time. Booth and Brennan had just been deposited in the middle of nowhere with a small trailer, under the pretense of being closer to their isolated crime scene while they scoured the area for evidence. Because the clearing was so difficult to access, they had been unable to bring in the FBI forensics team, so the pair had been sent out alone.

Ten minutes in the trailer, and Brennan could tell that Booth was already getting bored. She had been keeping herself busy, organizing the cupboards and drawers and inventorying their supplies, while he sat slumped against the back of the small couch, foot tapping distractedly as he fiddled with a stray thread.

After a moment, Brennan turned to face him, arms crossed. "You know - you could help me clean, Booth."

He scoffed. "That's not cleaning, Bones - that's musical plates."

Brennan frowned. "... Musical plates?"

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, and he smiled at her expectantly. "Well ... you keep switching them around."

When she continued to stare at him blankly, his eyes widened in exasperation. "Come on, Bones - musical chairs?"

"I don't know what that means."

Booth opened his mouth, then closed it again. "You know, Bones - sometimes I think you were just born this old."

Her eyebrows raised. "You're agitated."

"I don't get agitated."

She shrugged. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Booth - you get agitated when you're bored."

"Not bored, not aggitated. Look, Bones - this whole thing is gonna be a lot easier if -" his sentence trailed off as something out the window caught his attention, and his expression melted into a boyish grin. "Hey - it's snowing out!"

Brennan joined him at the window, groaning as she looked out at the fat white flakes drifting gently downwards. "This is going to compromise the crime scene, Booth."

"Yeah, but, hey -" he pulled a hat and scarf out of a nearby closet and held them out to her. "- at least we can make snow men."

Brennan rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at his excited grin before making her way towards the couch. "It's too dark to go out now anyways - if we're lucky, the snow will have melted by tomorrow morning."

Booth settled down beside her, resting the hat and scarf on the coffee table in front of them. "Yeah, well - we'll worry about that when we get to it. Until then," he reached into his back pocket, leaning towards her expectantly. "I've got cards."

Brennan looked from the pack in his hand to the snow fluttering past the rapidly darkening window, and sighed. "Maybe a couple of hands."

His grin widened. "It's on."

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A/N: Okay, so I just finished a 30-chapter story, so this one should be short. Maybe a 3-shot? Anyways let me know what you think - next chapter I'm thinking they're gonna be snowed in. Feedback and ideas are amazing.