A/N: I really appreciate all of you taking the time to read, follow, favorite, and review this silly little thing. This update picks up a couple hours after the last one. The holiday prompt sentence of "No, I really don't think that is a good idea," was worked into this chapter at the request of aliensvu. I am not sure when the next update will be, but it probably will not be too long of a wait... Meanwhile, if any of you are reading With a Bit of Luck I should be finally wrapping that one up in the next couple of days. I hope everyone has a wonderful, safe, and relaxing weekend!

A Little Snow 3

A couple hours later, the wind beating against the window startled Sharon awake. With her eyes still closed she groaned quietly into her pillow. She folded her body slightly to try to block out the noise outside, but stopped short at the sound of soft puffs of air beside her. Fleetingly, she wondered how Jack had gotten into her condo, but then a soft tug on her hand pulled her back to reality - a grounded plane, a rental car, a snowstorm, and a packed hotel.

She opened her eyes and squinted into the dark. As her vision adjusted the hotel room slowly came into focus. Groggily, her eyes traveled from the room to the other person in the bed. No, the other person was definitely not Jack and this was most certainly not her bedroom. Sharon let out a slow breath. She shivered involuntarily against the chill as her eyes focused on the Lieutenant beside her. The small barrier of towels had fallen to the side, and they were now lying very close to one another. Slowly the events of the last few hours returned, and she groaned internally present situation. It was not like she had never slept on one side of the bed before. Yet, she marveled at how this evening - of all evenings - she had migrated to the center.

Not wanting to be found lying so close she braced herself to stealthily roll away from the center of the bed. Although, before she could make her move she felt another slight tug on her hand. Sharon glanced down at the bed between them and rolled her eyes at the sight. They were holding hands in their sleep. She let out a slow breath at the cliché and attempted to calmly remove her hand from his grasp. Yet, at the shift in pressure, he tightened his hold and grumbled nonsensically in his sleep. She froze until he stilled. Growing frustrated she stared at his sleeping face. She had to force herself to hold back a laugh at the utter absurdity of the situation. Once again she tried to slowly retract her hand his hold. Of course, instead of freedom he grumbled again and pulled their joined hands to him. A surprised gasp escaped her lips when he tucked her closer to him and laid their connected arms on her left hip.

"Flynn," she whispered cautiously, suddenly unsure of how to proceed. Sharon looked down to their hands and back to his chest calculating her next move. After a moment she took another deep breath and tried to roll away. However, she had not realized how strong of a hold her had on her hand, and that her body was somewhat trapped beside him.

When she twisted Sharon only managed to flip onto her other side so that her back was facing him; their hands falling together around her middle. She inhaled slowly, but before she could scoot again he grunted in his sleep. In unconscious protest to the movement he tightened his hold once again drawing her more firmly into his chest. "Flynn," Sharon stated more determinedly this time pushing her back against him. Just as she was about to resort to more drastic measure he finally began to stir.

"What?" He grumbled groggily. He shifted forward and tucked his face into her hair curling in around her neck. Andy inhaled slowly and froze. His eyes shot open at the realization of where he was and whom he was with. He pushed away from her and mumbled, "Shit, sorry, Captain." As he pulled away with his torso her body was spun back around by their hold. He glanced down and released her hand in the air between them. "Sorry," he repeated clearly surprised by the turn of events. "I, um…" he stuttered his words trying to catch up with his actions.

Sharon bit down on her lip awkwardly. She slowly met his eyes and rationalized, "It's okay. We fell asleep."

On his back, he shook his head and echoed, "Yes, asleep." Andy ran a hand over his face to calm his breathing. "What time is it?" He exhaled slowly, his hand shielding his eyes while his thumb and index finger pressed into his temples.

"Still late, or early," she shrugged rolling to the nightstand to check her phone. "It is close to 4," she revealed disappointedly. Remembering what had awoken her to begin with, she rolled back over and propped herself up on her elbow. Her gaze fell to the window behind him and sighed, "The wind woke me." She crinkled her nose at the sight of giant snowflakes crashing around in chaotic patterns. "It looks worse out there," she groaned.

Andy removed his hand from his forehead and rolled toward the window to see for himself. "Only a little snow," he groaned sarcastically closing his eyes again. He flopped back onto his back and sighed, "What a holiday this has turned out to be... snowed in with Captain Raydor."

At his words she frowned, slightly offended. She released her elbow and fell back to the bed. Sharon rolled her eyes and lamented, "Oh yes, such a witch. It would be pure torture to be trapped anywhere with that woman."

Wincing slightly at his own slip, Andy rolled his head toward her. "I didn't mean it like that," he grunted. "I just meant, I mean... well, did I maybe say the wrong thing? Yes. Was that the first time? No. But, are we stuck here together instead of spending time with our loved ones? Looks like it. Could it be worse? Possibly..." He forced a grin as he waited for her to meet his eyes, "Am I an idiot for not thinking before I speak? Definitely."

As his ramble concluded she turned to face him. "Yes," she agreed with a slow smirk. "Definitely an idiot, but I suppose I understand. This is definitely not ideal." Having nothing further to add he closed his mouth and nodded. Still a little shaken over their somewhat intimate wake up call, she fidgeted slightly. "Listen, Lieutenant - "

"Andy," he interrupted with a sigh. She gave him a skeptical look as he continued, "Can we drop the titles? We are stranded together thousands of miles from work. I can just be Andy." He raised one arm and gestured to the wintry weather outside, "Plus, it seems as though we may be trapped here or in the car for a little longer than we planned." He rolled his head in her direction, "What do you say, Sharon? Sound like a good idea?"

She pursed her lips in consideration. "No, I really don't think that is a good idea," she sighed. "I mean we are -"

"Adults," Andy suggested completing her sentence. "We are adults stuck in one of the most ridiculous situations imaginable. Come on Sharon. Neither one of us wants to be here right now, but here we are. We may as well try to get along for the sake of the trip. "

She let out an anxious chuckle before she mumbled, "You can say that again, Flynn." When he smiled back at her questioningly she rolled her eyes, "All right, Andy, I guess you're right."

"I'm right?" He echoed in shock. "Did Captain Sharon Raydor just admit that I, Lieutenant Andy Flynn, was right about something? Quick, what's the date?" He made a small motion to the side as if he were going to document her confession.

She smiled hesitantly, "Careful Lieutenant. There are no witnesses. I can take it all back..."

"Really Captain?" Andy teased lightly. "I think I have my proof," he shrugged, "I mean having my phone documenting this entire ordeal should suffice, right?"

Sharon shot up quickly and panicked, "What? Your phone!"

At her speed Andy inhaled quickly choking on the air as he laughed out loud. He held up his hand, "Wait... joke..." he coughed between breaths. "It was a joke." Andy reached for his phone and tossed it to her trying to calm his breathing. "See for yourself."

Sharon eyed the phone warily and quipped, "Hilarious."

"I would say so," he affirmed reaching for his phone again to return it to the bedside table. When he shifted back to his side of the bed she was still seated in the middle shaking off the rush of adrenaline he had caused by his prank. "You okay, Sharon?" He sighed, "I'm sorry, but you have to admit that was a good one. You may need to calm down just a bit if we are going to be together for a while longer. You can trust me here. I am not happy about this situation either, but we might as well make the best of it."

"You're right," she repeated again before she flopped back down to her side of the bed to stare up at the ceiling.

Andy swiveled his head in her direction. "Right again?" He recapped. "I am definitely going to have to get this in writing now, Sharon. No one is going to believe me. Twice in one day, and it isn't even morning yet. I am truly beginning to believe in Christmas miracles."

Sharon shook her head in jest, "Yes, but the true miracle will be if you survive the rest of the day. Especially if you don't stop thinking you are funny." She closed her eyes and pulled the comforter back around her, "and just so we are clear? I really don't think anyone from work needs to know about this little adventure. Especially our current situation."

"Agreed," Andy sighed as he watched her try to get comfortable again. "I do not think we need to be sharing anything about this weekend. The rumor mill at that place is already crazy enough. I mean have you heard the one Nichols down in traffic? What a doozy," He paused for a moment, "although he is kind of a special treasure. I wouldn't doubt there was some truth to it." As he rambled on lightheartedly, Sharon let out a small shiver. She tucked herself further into the blankets and tried to get comfortable again. Andy dipped his head to her and asked plainly, "Cold?"

Facing him with her eyes closed and blankets high around her neck, Sharon mumbled, "No of course not. What about being stuck in a blizzard would suggest being cold? I mean it's a balmy twelve degrees outside and maybe, what? Fifty-five, sixty or so degrees in here? In fact I am so warm and cozy that I am even considering going for a swim in the morning. You saw the pool when we came in, right?" She burrowed deeper into the bed in an attempt to fall back to sleep.

"Sounds like a plan," Andy rationalized sarcastically rolling onto his right side to face away from her. "Try not to wake me when you leave in the morning then. Oh and take your phone with you just in case of hypothermia. I would hate for you to truly become the ice queen."

At the joke Sharon opened one eye and stared at his back. She pursed her lips wondering if it was worth the effort to respond. As she watched him quietly he pushed the covers down slightly and kicked one foot out to dangle off the side of the bed. She rolled her eyes and thought to herself, is he seriously too warm, it's freezing in here? As she continued to stare she noticed his body relax and his breathing even out as he fell back to sleep. At the rhythmic sound of his breathing her own eyes grew heavy and she dozed off again as well.