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Chapter 1

Friday

"No, no, no, chief, you can't do this to me. Come on…" Flack whined through his cell phone. He had been planning a vacation with his girlfriend, Molly, for weeks now and he'd finally gotten some time to take off. Just as he was about to walk out the door his boss called him back in. Flack grumbled some more then reluctantly shoved his cell in his pocket and stalked back into the precinct.

On his way in he ran into Mac and Jo, on their way out for lunch. Mac immediately took notice of Flack's pissed off expression. "What's up, Flack?" He asked.

"Chief just ruined my perfectly planned weekend…" Flack grumbled.

"Aw, poor Don," Jo mocked. She playfully nudged his side but Flack stayed pissed. "Oh, come on, it can't be that bad."

"I've been trying to get some alone time with Molly for weeks. I finally get reservations for this great resort and two idiots decide to hit up four banks in one day. I just love my job." He rubbed his forehead and was about to brush past them when he got an idea. "Hey, what are you two doing this weekend?"

Mac answered cautiously. "Catching up on some files…"

"Home alone, Ellie's got a sleepover. Why do you ask?" Jo said.

A coy smile appeared on Flack's face. Mac got it instantly and shook his head. "Oh, no, Don. Not happening." Mac affirmed.

"Oh, come on, Mac. If Molly and I can't go, somebody should. I'd hate to waste all that money."

Mac and Jo glanced at each other. This was a bad idea and they both knew it, yet for some reason they couldn't resist. "Fine…" Mac relented.

Don was fighting the smirk forming on his face. "Great, here's the address."

Mac took the sheet of paper out of Flack's hand. "Don, this is in Vermont! And it says we have to check in by midnight tonight! What the hell?"

Before he could answer, Jo snatched the paper out of Mac's hand. "You need to learn to be spontaneous, Mac. You also need to relax. Now, come on or we won't make it on time." She kissed Flack on the cheek then grabbed Mac's hand and dragged him out the door.

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The mountains of Vermont were a far cry from the towering skyscrapers of New York. Native Mac and newly native Jo were used to snow but Vermont was a whole other situation. It was like a winter wonderland. Everything from the formerly grassy fields to the wooden log cabins to their luggage was coated in white fluff. Jo took one look at the heavenly scene and fell to the ground. She waved her arms and legs in the snow creating a large angel.

"Oh, isn't it beautiful Mac?" She said as she stuck her tongue out to catch a snowflake.

Mac shook his head but smiled at her. "Sure…but aren't you a little old to be playing in the snow?"

"You're never too old to make a snow angel! Besides, I've never seen snow like this in Virginia or even New York. Come on! Lay with me!" Jo patted the pile of snow next to her.

You don't even know how long I've wanted you to say that…"Jo, come on; we have to unpack." Mac popped up the handles on their suitcases as he dragged them to the log cabin.

Jo quickly followed suit, tracking snow into the cabin. She threw off her jacket and ran throughout the small but cozy cabin. It was a traditional one level with only four rooms; the lounge, the kitchen, the bedroom, and a fairly large bathroom for two.

"Everything up here is so beautiful…" Jo hummed. She bounced behind Mac into the bedroom as he dropped their bags on the floor. He quickly surveyed the house and returned to the bedroom.

"I guess I'll take the couch." He stated. Mac was about to reach for his suitcase when Jo stepped in front of him.

"What for?"

Mac's head shot up and he eyed her suspiciously. Was this her flirting with him? If so, he wasn't sure if he should be flattered or scared out of his mind. "Um, Jo there's only one bed…" He said hoping she'd get what he was insinuating.

"So? We're grown adults, Mac. I think we can share a king sized bed for three nights. As long as you don't kick or snore." She let out a soft chuckle as her hand ran over his chest.

He followed her hand down his chest and back to her side. "Right…"

Restraining himself, Mac moved around Jo and began unpacking their things. Jo wandered into the kitchen to find the fridge half stocked. It was just enough to last the weekend. She moved through the cabinets and draws, finding almost all of their necessities. Satisfied, Jo moved on into the lounge; couch, two love seats, and a coffee table. That was typical. What wasn't typical was not having a television anywhere in the cabin.

Jo dashed back into the bedroom to find Mac was already done unpacking and had pulled out his laptop. "Is there a TV in here because there's not one in the lounge?"

Mac looked up and around the room. "Now that you mention it, there isn't. Oh well," He easily shrugged it off and went back to starting up his laptop.

"Oh well? Mac, you don't understand. I need a television. How am I supposed to stay entertained for two whole days with no television?"

Mac chuckled and pushed his laptop to the side. "Jo, you don't need TV to be entertained."

"What about your laptop? Please, tell me you get connection out here." He quickly clicked on his computer and turned back to her with a weak smile. Jo groaned and flopped on the bed next to him. "Wonderful…just freaking wonderful…"

"Oh, come on, this is Vermont; a whole new state. I'm sure we'll find some things to do. Let's go check out the resort and see what we find." He slid off the bed and pulled on his heavy jacket then handed Jo hers.

She reluctantly took it and beat Mac to the door. Just as she opened it a giant gust of wind and ice cold snow blew in and knocked them both over. "What the hell?" Jo kicked at the door to shut it and brushed the hair out of her face.

Mac stood and helped Jo up. "I think it's safe to assume that there's a huge blizzard going on out there."

Jo groaned again and placed her hands on her hips. "So you're telling me that not only do we not have any form of entertainment but we can't even leave this cabin for God knows how long?"

A meek smile formed on Mac's face. "This should be fun…"

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"What are we supposed to do until this blizzard stops?" Jo whined. She'd been pacing the bedroom for a good hour and a half now. Mac was sure she'd break through the wooden floor soon.

"Jo, relax. I'm sure we'll find a way to entertain ourselves." There were quite a few ideas running through Mac's mind; none appropriate however. It was the perfect opportunity; no TV, no internet, no cell connection, stuck in a cabin, forced to keep each other warm. Any couple's dream but sadly they weren't a couple; not even close. They'd been dancing around each other for months, neither wanting to admit what they were feeling. It was easier for them to flirt and joke then really admit that they were in love. "You know we could just talk."

Jo stopped in her tracks and stared at Mac, who was stretched out across the bed with his arms behind his head. She laughed then lay out next to him. "Alright…go old fashion on me. What would you like to talk about?"

"Did you make sure Lindsay got your notes on the Jac-"

"Oh, for heaven's sake." Jo playfully smacked his chest. "We're on vacation, Mac. No talk about work…please!"

He sighed but relented. "Fine, fine…how are you doing, Jo?"

"What kind of question-"

"Hey, you said no talk about work."

Jo rolled her eyes and turned on her side to face Mac. "I'm just wonderful. I love that we are stuck in a log cabin in the middle of a blizzard with no way of communicating to the outside world or any form of entertainment. How are you Mac?"

"Well, other than all of that, I'm actually quite happy."

"Oh, yeah? Why is that?"

"Because I'm here with you…"

Jo sat up and looked at him. Mac was imploding but he continued to smile softly at her. Jo had no idea what to say. She just stared down at him. Was that his way of flirting with her or was he just being nice? She figured she was thinking too far into it. "Uh…that's…nice…"

An awkward silence passed between them. They both had a feeling that weekend would be full of them. Seeing this conversation was going nowhere Mac glanced over at his watch.

"It's almost midnight. I guess we should get some sleep from that six hour drive up here."

Jo nodded her head in agreement and rose off the bed. She immediately began stripping her clothes off to change into pajamas.

"Jo!" Mac yelled as he shielded his eyes, though he was peeking through his fingers.

"What are you, twelve? Like you've never seen a grown woman half naked before!" She continued undressing until she was down to shorts and a tank top. "You can look now, you big baby."

Mac carefully uncovered his eyes. "That is totally different. You're my best friend and my second in command. I don't think it's very appropriate for me to watch you undress." Even though I've dreamt it many times.

Jo held her hands against her hips. "And it's not very appropriate that I'm on vacation with my boss in a secluded log cabin where we only have one of two options, talking or sex, to keep ourselves entertained. You don't see me hiding under the blankets counting down the hours until we get out of here."

Mac's eyes widened in bewilderment. "You…did not just say that."

"I did."

Mac gazed at her a moment longer then shook his head, chuckling softly. He changed into boxers and a white t-shirt, all the while knowing Jo was watching him from the bed. He climbed under the covers and turned off the lamp.

"Good night, Jo."

"Good night, Mac…"

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With only two small lamps and a raging blizzard outside, the room quickly darkened. Mac and Jo had their backs to another as they curled up under the blankets. Mac was sure Jo had fallen asleep long ago from the little kicks he felt under the sheets. Instead Jo was wide awake. She was contemplating how she was going to survive two days trapped in a cabin with the one person she couldn't stand to be alone with. Not because she didn't like him; because she loved him.

She was in love with the man lying next to her and she still couldn't admit it. After two and a half long years of working side by side and slowly falling in love with him every day and Jo was still afraid to tell him how she felt. Even if she had the courage she couldn't. He was her boss, it would never work. They were too good of friends and worked too closely to ever be in a relationship. What if it didn't work? What if they tried and failed? What would happen to the team? There was no way she could stand seeing him and not remembering what had happened between them. Hell, she could barely stand seeing him now.

Every time he strolled down the hall into her office or down the street at a crime scene she wanted to pounce him. She wanted to literally throw him to the ground, rip off his clothes, and feel him inside of her. She wanted to feel their bodies writhing and crashing into another. At the very least she wanted to feel his warm touch against her face, his soft lips fit into hers, his hot breath against the nape of her neck.

It was probably ten degrees in that bedroom and Jo was sweating. She fanned herself with her hand and inched as far away from Mac as possible. More thoughts like that and she'd never be able to restrain herself.

Mac was hardly controlling himself on the other side of the bed. As if telepathically, thoughts of Jo had entered his mind. He could practically feel her milky smooth skin in his hands as he ran them over her toned body. Her curved frame jolting beneath them as he pushed into her. Her sweet breath intermingling with his as their mouths connected and their tongues wrestled.

Suddenly Mac shot up. He shook his head and rubbed his face as he tried to erase the thoughts from his head. He should not be thinking about Jo, especially in that way. She was his second in command and best friend; nothing more, nothing less. He looked over at her and his heart melted. Why did she have to be so damn sexy when she slept?

Mac moved to the edge of the bed and turned away from Jo. Two days trapped in that cabin was going to feel like an eternity. Absolutely nothing had happened between them and absolutely nothing would…they hoped.

A/N: This story is dedicated to a very special person in my life, csinyfever. I love you and Happy Birthday baby!