Authors Note: Thanks for reading this is the next installation.

"I was an agent for a long time." Huck said and then patted the spot next to him.

"That's not much of an explanation."

"We're trained how to move in silence."

"Like shadows?"

"If that's the word you like." Huck said as she sat down in the spot beside him. He watched the way the snow fell and twirled in whispy spirals before falling onto the ground to join their brother and sister snow flakes, all different and yet the same.

"I was never a big fan of the snow."

"You're from California." Huck said as if that's an explanation in itself.

"And what's wrong with that?" Quinn asked and nudged him playfully.

"It means that I don't think you guys get enough snow to appreciate it." Huck said and turned to face her, they were sitting in the dark together, nearly hip to hip. This wasn't how she planned on things going, she imagined herself being snowed into the office getting even more work done while Huck hung out next door and Marcus, well, he did whatever it was that he did in his free time. If memory served her correct he was spending more and more time with Mellie and...

"And where are you from Huck?" She asked, she had never asked before, especially after her return to OPA. They had slowly began to rebuild what they lost but she didn't want him to get the wrong idea, that she was prying where she wasn't wanted.

"Chicago."

"Chicago?"

"Is it that surprising?"

"I just always imagined you were from here..." She said and motioned towards the middle of the room but she knew what he meant. No, he wasn't a D.C. native, luckily.

"No, when Command tells you to move then you move." Huck said and leaned back against the couch, no longer bracing his hands on his knees. "How do we always end up talking about that man?"

"We don't have to talk about anything." She said, a few words left unsaid, if you don't want to. By God she didn't didn't want to be the pushy, needy, annoying little intern she had been but she also wanted him to trust her.

"No, but I like talking to you." He said.

"How long do you think this will last?"

"Command or the storm?"

"The Storm." She said and smirked, of course no one knew the answer to when he would last, the wildest winter storm was more predictable than Command and the inner workings of that man's mind.

"No longer than a day." He said, "Why, you scared to be alone with me?"

"Of course not." She said and turned to look at him, he was being way more straight forward than she expected. That meant he was letting her in or he had been drinking. "You had beer and didn't tell me?"

"It was wine."

"You drank wine in the shower?"

"You only live once." He said and sighed, Quinn pushed herself up off the couch and returned to the living room with a half drunken bottle of wine. From the short amount of time it took her he had returned with a small blanket and tossed it over the back of the couch.

"If you had a fireplace this place would have the perfect ambiance."

"This isn't Vermont." He said and chuckled.

"And what does that mean?"

"Nothing." He said and turned his head to stare at her, she walked over to the couch slowly, his eyes cataloging every movement. She wasn't sure when she realized Huck was profiling her but under his gaze she felt herself being assessed, now she wasn't sure if it was personal or professional reasons. When she finally reached the couch he snatched the bottle from her, downing some more of the wind before handing it to her. She dropped down to the spot next to him and stared out at the howling winter storm. "Merry Christmas."

"Now I know you're drunk, because it's March."

"I know it's March, it's just, we didn't get to do anything for Christmas." He said, but she got the feeling he knew more than he let on. He always did, he never twisted the knife or sprinkled salt in the wound, things were the way they were. "So... Merry Christmas."

"Getting drunk is my Christmas present?"

"You can ask me anything you want."

"Only once?"

"Three times." He murmured, "I'm feeling generous."

"Alright." Quinn said and then turned the bottle up to swallow a bit of wine before asking her first question, "What happened to Kim and Javi?"