The Weather Outside is Frightful - Fluff, Christmassy
"Hey!"
Those were the yells of the whole of the NYPD. The cheerful shouts, whistles, and applause as yet another man, covered in already-melting snowflakes and wrapped in three scarves, made his way into the house–which belonged to none other than Jo Martinez herself.
"Welcome to the party, Henry," Jo said smugly. She led her M.E. to the kitchen, where she offered him a drink. He declined politely, and Jo nodded, frowning a bit.
The medical examiner took a seat at the couch, warming himself near the fireplace. Jo pursed her lips, hesitating a bit before walking over to sit next to him. She leaned over and raised the volume slightly on the stereo. Christmas carols and ballads began to play.
Jo always got a warm feeling when Christmas music played. It was just the happiness of the music that filled her with cheer and inexplicable hope. She stretched out on the couch and gave a little yawn. It'd been a long time since she relaxed. I could get used to this.
The laughter faded out as she was transported to her own world. The Christmas carols stayed, but began to fade into little more than mood music. Calm. Serene. Quiet.
A hand fell on hers. Instinctively, Jo drew away, a bit upset that someone had tugged her from the escape of relaxation.
A smile fell upon her face. Henry's hand overpowered hers, but he took it gently and pulled her up. A grin spread on his face as the tone of music changed. He put a hand on her shoulder and another on her waist; she did the same, pursing her lips. Jo and Henry must have had the same idea, for they both began at the exact same time.
"Oh, the weather outside is frightful..."