A/N: Again, you know the drill.
It snowed. Within the course of a night, Baltimore was completely covered in an icy white substance that Munch and I noticed for one reason. There was blood on it. Red and blue flashing lights marked the perimeter of our latest crime scene; uniforms looked at us and then at our shields before allowing us to pass. I took the rubber band from around my wrist and used it to pull my hair back before turning to face Munch smirking slightly.
"Gives new meaning to a white Christmas, doesn't it?" I asked. He snorted.
"White and red, more like," he said mildly. "But then again, I don't exactly celebrate Christmas, so there you have it."
"Love you, too, Munch." I raised a hand to shield my eyes from the snow blowing in our direction and sighed. "I wonder if anyone misses this guy."
"Don't tell me you're going soft now," Munch replied, mock seriously. I rolled my eyes.
"Wouldn't be a murder police if I was soft, thanks," I said. "I was just wondering." Munch eyed me for a moment and then nodded.
"Someone probably does," he said. "It's the middle of winter. Who wouldn't be missing this guy?"
"Maybe there still is some good in this city after all," I remarked. Munch rolled his eyes and started walking backwards towards the crime scene unit.
"Nah," he said. "Just the fact that it's winter. This season always seems out to bring out Baltimore's best spirits."
Probably because we were all just so used to it seeming so dark and dreary all the time. Munch had a point, though, and I knew it. Winter did always seem to bring out the best in Baltimore, which was sad.
The blood on the snow, however, was proof that our dearly beloved Charm City was and always would be the city that bled…and that the seasons would always be ones of blood.