It's been snowing A LOT in my little hamlet in Northern Michigan so, while I have other more serious fics I am working on, here's a little fluffy (ish) fic with some nice Callian smut to keep you warm.

* Note- So I originally intended this story as a short cute peice of fluffy smut to distract me from something else I'm working on that is much more difficult. Unfortunately as these things tend to do, it has taken me over and developed a drive of its own. This first part is rated T but believe me when I tell you that there is some serious M on the way. I really felt like I had to set the scene for Callian to be snowed in together for several days. This just keeps getting longer and longer and there is no end in site at the moment. I have enough ready for another chapter and that might even be up later today. Happy reading.

I felt this was too fluffy to really waste the time of my wonderful Beta, so sorry if you find a typo. Hope its not too distracting.

I don't own any of this. I'd like to rent Tim Roth though. Is that possible?

The snow fell softly and steadily outside her window and Gillian watched the browns and greys of D.C gradually become muted in blankets of soft alabaster as more and more of the fluffy white stuff covered the city. She sighed heavily beginning to dread the commute home, thankful she had moved closer after leaving Alec. She turned back to her desk in time to catch Loker walking past before sticking his head in the door. He had obviously just come in from outside as there was fresh snow on his shoulders.

"How is it out there?"

"Terrible," he replied, brushing himself off hurriedly before realizing he was making a mess on her floor. "Oh, sorry," he said sheepishly. "It's really getting bad. The cabs have stopped running completely. I heard they're going to shut down bussing in an hour or 2 and the metro will only run inside the district, not to outlying above-ground stations."

She stood up. "We should let everyone go, at least give them a chance to get home."

"Probably a good idea," he agreed. "We should consider the possibility that we might not be able to get back here in the morning if this continues like it's supposed to. I just heard an updated weather forecast that said we could get an additional foot over night with more tomorrow and high winds."

"I'll talk to Lightman but I would say go ahead and spread the word. I'll call the answering service first thing in the morning. Tell the staff to check in before heading into work."

"What about Lightman?"

"Don't worry about him. I'll deal with it."

She walked down the hall to Cal's office. Opening the door she found him with his feet up on the desk, cell phone to his ear.

"Of course, darling. Nothing to do about it now, just take care and we'll talk in a day or two. Love you…Behave for your mother… Who me? Absolutely nothing to worry about love, it's just a bit of snow…Ok, bye love." He set the phone on the desk.

"Emily?" she asked.

"Yeah, she was supposed to fly into Dulles tomorrow but they've suspended all flights from Chicago into D.C. Not sure when she'll be able to get another flight back but most likely not for a few days."

"Are you ok on your own?" she asked raising an eyebrow, not expecting even a remotely truthful answer.

"Oi! That's a bit of an insult. What makes you think I can't be alone for a few days?"

"It's not that I don't think you'll be fine Cal. It's the rest of humanity I worry about."

"Moving on then Foster," he said with a glint in his eye.

"I've told Loker to let the rest of the staff know we will be closing our doors early so people have a chance of getting home safely. I also told him that we may remain closed tomorrow and through the weekend if things are as bad as they say. The staff will be checking in with me for updates in the morning."

"Well sounds like you hardly need me then Foster, you should head home too."

She was about to leave when something occurred to her. "What about you?" she asked, stepping closer.

"I'll be fine. House is well stocked, nothing to worry about."

"Cal, they've suspended metro runs outside of the underground stations. You're never going to get out of the district tonight."

"Well then, perfect excuse to tuck in and catch up on research. Besides, there's food here, there's water, there's internet. What more could a man want?"

"And by internet you mean porn? Cal, I can't let you stay here, potentially isolated in the office for days." She weighed the wisdom of her next words. "Come stay in my spare room. At least you won't be alone. " At least I won't be alone; she thought and then mentally kicked herself.

He leaned further back in his chair, studying her.

She just knew somehow she was going to regret this offer. On the other hand, while she'd spent many nights under the same roof as Cal over the years, it had never really been just the two of them. She realized the prospect both excited and frightened her. Ultimately though, he was her best friend and she couldn't live with herself if she let him stay here wandering the halls alone for god knows how long. Realizing he still hadn't responded to her invitation, she took a deep breath, "I insist," she said with more confidence than she felt.

Before she had a chance to realize what was happening he kicked his feet off the desk, stood up and began gathering his coat and laptop. "All right then Foster, if you insist. Just remember, this was your idea, love," he grinned.

When everyone had gone, Cal and Gillian bundled up and waded out into the calf deep snow. Walking even the few short blocks to the metro station was exhausting. They stomped snow from their boots as they entered the relative comforts of the station and joined thousands of other commuters jostling anxiously for a place on the overloaded trains. They managed to hop an orange line train headed for Gillian's stop but conditions were such that they had to stand, mashed together with the other unfortunate riders.

As the train began to move, Gillian was suddenly aware of Cal's closeness to her. They were pressed together, nearly face to face as they balanced against the gentle rocking of the train. As they pulled into the next station and the train slowed, Cal put a hand to Gillian's hip, steadying her against the jolt. To make matters worse, she was forced to step even closer to him as more people boarded and she could now feel the hard outline of his body against hers. Every breath forced closer contact and she realized that she was breathing heavier, heart racing at the touch.

He met her eyes, mere inches away from his own. "You ok, Love?" he inquired.

"Fine," she said quickly. "Just a bit crowded in here."

"Well, look at it this way, at least we're warm," he said smiling.

She suddenly realized she was very warm and she didn't think it was entirely due to the crowded conditions of the train. She might have been imagining it but she would swear she could feel the heat from Cal's body even through several layers of clothing. For a moment it seemed that they were the only two people on the train and she felt an uncontrollable rush of heat between her thighs at the idea that formed, unbidden, of touching him like this without clothing. She quickly turned her face, pretending to look at the upcoming stop, as she realized she must be blushing. Damn, why does he always do this to me, she chastised herself.

Three stations later they exited at Gillian's stop and rode the escalator up to street level, bundling up again before heading into the onslaught of snow and wind. Gillian's apartment was only three blocks from the station but it was snowing fiercely, the drifts making walking difficult. Gillian's boots were not exactly designed for the weather and Cal held her elbow, helping her through worst spots. At one particularly slick point, her foot went out from underneath her and he caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he righted her. It seemed forever before they reached Gillian's front steps.

They struggled through the door, nearly collapsing inside the front hallway as they quickly removed coats, hats, and boots, dampened by snow. Cal surveyed his clothing, noting that his jeans were soaked to the knee and his socks moist. Gillian offered to dig out some old pajamas of Alec's so she could dry his pants and ran to the bedroom to find dry clothes for both of them while Cal made himself at home.

He always loved spending time in her home. Gillian's office didn't afford her the luxury of having a den as his did. Her office was stark, with only a few hints at her inner warmth. Her home was just the opposite. A sense of her enveloped him from the moment he walked in the door. Being in her home was like being inside her. That thought made his heart slam against his chest unexpectedly.

He quickly began to survey the contents of her kitchen, poking into her refrigerator and cupboards. She had more than enough food to keep them fed for the next few days but he couldn't help chuckling at the vast array of junk food he found. How she kept that gorgeous figure was a mystery.

"So does this little foray mean you're cooking dinner?"

The sound of her voice as she came up behind him startled him, nearly causing him to hit his head on an open cupboard door. "Oi, Foster. No fair sneaking up on people. If we're going to spend the next few days together I'm going to have to put a bell on you," he chided. "And yes, I'd love to cook dinner. Least I can do seeing as you're being so generous as to put me up for the indefinite future. How do you feel about spaghetti?"

"Sounds fabulous," she laughed.

She sat down at the kitchen table watching him busy himself with the dinner preparations. Truth be told, she loved watching him work in the kitchen. His culinary style was a bit…hectic, but he put a lot of himself into cooking for her.

"Voila," he said 30 minutes later, serving up two steaming plates of pasta and garlic bread. She had put together a small salad and opened a bottle of wine. They ate hungrily, more famished than they realized after the journey home.

"That was amazing Cal. Thank you," she said in a contented voice when her plate was clean.

"My pleasure love," he said, sipping his wine. "If I'd known spaghetti was all it took to put that look of complete satisfaction on your face, I'd have cooked it for you long ago," he said with a wink.

"It takes a little more than just good cooking," she said, picking up his flirtatious tone.

"Oh? And how else would you propose I go about satisfying you?" he asked, voice taking on a husky tone as he leaned toward her.

"Well," she said biting her lip as she moved closer to him seductively, "you could start by shoveling the walk."

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So to any DC residents, I tried to add a little authenticity by using my own experiences. Its never addressed on the show but given that they show Cal's home in a residential neighborhood and show The Lightman Group offices in the downtown DC area, its unlikely either he or Gillian drive to work on a regular basis, give the nature of commuters in DC. If I got it wrong, I'm sorry and I'd love to hear about it! I've only been there as a tourist.

More coming very soon, please review.