Sweater:

None of the characters are our characters. D:
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It was a cold Christmas this year in New York City. Although not cold enough for criminals: they flourished.

Mac Taylor stood, leaning against a desk as he explained the crime scene at hand. Stella nodded in agreement with his plan while Don Flack looked unsure.

"What is it?" questioned the group leader. Don looked towards the window where snow fell heavily.

"It's snowing pretty hard," he paused while the others looked on.

"Is Danny okay?" he asked finally, looking at Mac.

"Yeah, he is on his way. Late because of the weather," the leader replied.

The door swung open, as if on cue, bringing the cold snow into the office. Once the frozen winter was tamed behind the door, Danny Messer stripped off his hat and coat.

"It's cold out there," he smiled, finally pulling off his coat and hanging it over his chair. He noticed the gazes of everyone on him.

"What?"

Don pointed towards Danny's bright green sweater, with bright Christmas lights flashing. The man in question smiled.

"I thought I would try out the Christmas spirit."

Mac and Stella shared a look. Don's eyebrows were raised. He walked slowly over to Danny and placed a hand on the blond's shoulder, nearly laughing.

"You will make Santa proud, Danny."