A/N: Thank you for tagging along with this. This chapter is still part of my first response to the holiday prompt request I received Monday morning for, "Looks like we're snowed in." Reminder, I am very very aware that this is predictable and silly, but hey, it's just a story...

Half an hour later Sharon sat on the side of the bed holding her phone in her hand. She had updated her daughter on her progress and promised they would be careful on their drive in the morning. Sharon was sad that the evening had taken such a turn. She was not necessarily upset that they had tried to make the drive, but instead that they had been in the situation in the first place. Dropping her phone to the nightstand she fell back onto the mattress and stared tiredly up at the ceiling.

A knock at the door had her sitting up slowly. She stood and walked to the door. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she looked through the peephole to see her travel companion on the other side. She unchained the lock. Squinting at him she questioned, "What are you doing here?"

"They ran out of rooms," he grunted through clenched teeth.

"Okay," she drawled, not liking where this conversation was going. "And you are outside of mine because?"

"Because they kicked me out of the lobby," he interrupted. "Apparently you aren't allowed to sleep on their couches."

Sharon bit down on her bottom lip, "So, you are still going to stay here?"

"Unless you want me to leave you at the hotel." He rolled his eyes, "I have the car, remember?"

She nodded slightly, "But how did you know which room I was in? They aren't allowed to give out that kind of information?"

"I flashed my badge," he shrugged, "kid behind the desk didn't know that he needed more than that."

She stepped back slightly, "What? You flashed your badge? Lieutenant..." she tensed at the idea, "You can't do that."

"i didn't have any other ideas, you didn't answer your phone."

Shaking her head again, but really not wanting to address it she nodded toward her room, "This is not the time Flynn, but I don't have a couch for you either."

At the opening Andy took the opportunity to stride into the room. He walked passed the small bathroom and gestured to the king sized bed, "Looks like there is room."

Sharon rushed passed him, "Are you kidding me right now? You want to share with me?"

"Look," Andy huffed tiredly. "This is the only option. Trust me, I would much rather be in my own room, or better yet at my sister's enjoying a nice beginning to the holiday. Instead we are here. This is what we have." He gestured again to the bed, "Unless you are afraid you won't be able to resist my charms this evening, Captain, this is our only option."

Knowing his argument made sense Sharon grabbed a pillow from the bed. "Fine," she tossed it toward him, "What about the floor then?"

Andy dropped his bag and caught the pillow, "Are you joking?"

"Nope," she replied. "It is only for a couple hours."

Shaking his head Andy looked from the bed to the floor and then back to Sharon. He shot her a sly grin before he dove onto the opposite side of the bed and kicked off his shoes. "Sorry, not moving."

"What are you five?" Sharon exclaimed with her hands on her hips. She picked up another pillow and tossed it into his side.

He gasped as it hit him, "I am not sleeping on the floor, Captain. My back is sore enough already from the flight and the drive. If you want to leave at any point tomorrow you will suck it up and stop arguing."

"Fine," she rolled her eyes. She turned to the bathroom and came back out rolling the towels into long cords. He watched her suspiciously, but neither said a word. After rolling the towels she scooted onto the bed and lined them up down the middle of the bed. Then she took the pillows and added them to the barricade.

Andy rolled onto his side, "You have got to be kidding me."

Sharon pursed her lips and untucked the covers. Climbing into bed she pointed at him, "I'm not and you better stay on your side."

Now beyond amused by her antics Andy lifted two fingers into the air, "Scout's honor."

She let out another exasperated sigh and rolled over to flip off the light.

After a few moments of somewhat tense silence Andy whispered, "You know this could be worse. I mean you aren't really that awful of a travel companion."

"Really now, Lieutenant," she droned. "You know you don't have to say anything. Don't hurt yourself with any compliments or anything. We are not friends and we are only here because of the weather."

Andy shrugged staring up at the ceiling, "Who knows, someday we could be friends."

"Yes," she shook her head, "because you are hurting for those."

Andy sighed, "Not what I meant, sorry. I mean - I'm sorry we are here and maybe sorry for always being a jerk." On the other side of the bed Sharon lifted one of her eye brows in surprise as he continued, "But really you're not really all that fun to be around either. Even if it is kind of fun to see how far we can push you"

"Ha-ha," Sharon mocked sardonically. After a moment she sighed, "I know you what you mean, and you really aren't that bad either. I mean you are a good cop, a good person, just a total ass."

Andy laughed at her description of him, "I'll take it." After another moment he broke the silence, "So, did you speak to your daughter?"

Sharon hummed, "Yes, she said to be safe and not to rush."

"Good advice," Andy nodded. When she did not say anything else he mimicked, "Did you call your sister, Lieutenant?" She smirked and listened to his conversation. "Oh, yes Captain I did. Thank you for asking. She told me I as an idiot for trying to get up there tonight, but now that I had I had better stay safe and be smart."

Sharon chuckled, "Wise words."

"She's a wise woman," he smiled.

"So, you are spending Christmas with your sister?" She probed, "that must be nice."

Andy nodded, "Yes I am and it will be. She has had a bit of a rough few years. She was not able to travel, some health concerns."

"I see," Sharon bit down on her bottom lip hoping everything was all right. "It is kind of you to come out here then."

He sighed, "I guess. I don't get out as often as I would like." Andy paused for a moment considering his next words, "But I did not have any other holiday plans and she seemed kind of down. I was hoping it would be a nice to not be alone. You see my ex and the replacement husband took the kids to Hawaii for Christmas."

Sharon pressed her lips together, before trying to seem diplomatic, "Well, that will be fun for them."

"Yes," Andy shrugged again, "I guess. It would have been nice to see them though. As they get older it is more and more difficult to coordinate with their schedules. Also, it doesn't help that we are still working through some things."

She rolled her head in his direction, "I am sure they will want to do something when they return. I know my own kids would love to see their father if he made even the slightest effort to show up for anything."

"Maybe," he shrugged rolling his head to face to her, "but that has not been my experience. I'll just keep trying."

Sharon sighed breaking their eye contact as she stared back up at the ceiling, "What else can you do?"

They both lay on their opposite sides of the bed in contemplative silence. Sharon was staring up at the ceiling and Andy was facing her, but not really focusing on anything. After a moment she reached over and removed one of the pillows from her barrier. She tucked it under her head and curled into her side and sighed looking over at him, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Andy wondered allowing his eyes to drift back to her.

She shrugged, "I don't know, just for the situation. I know this isn't how you wanted to spend Christmas."

He fixed his mouth into a half grin, "Eh, it could be worse. We could be stuck a couple hours back fighting for a spot to sleep at the airport terminal."

"Silver lining," she chuckled softly before closing her eyes briefly and looking back at him. "And I'm sorry that your kids are out and that your sister is not feeling well."

He shrugged, "That's life. Just have to make the best of it."

"You do," she agreed closing her eyes again.

Andy rolled his head in her direction, "I know this is not ideal, but thanks for letting me stay."

With her eyes still closed she grinned, "You did not exactly give me a choice."

"You always have a choice," Andy smirked. "If it was going to be an issue you would have shot me."

She laughed, "Lucky you then that my weapon is back in Los Angeles. I could always find a bean bag or something though, so don't push it."

"Noted," he retorted amusedly. After another moment he glanced back over to her. Her eyes were closed again, the travel and stress catching up to her. He rolled onto his side facing her, "Night Captain."

"Hm," she hummed slowly drifting to sleep, "night."