A/N: Thank you all so much for your reviews, follows, favorites, and messages. I was blown away by all of your kind words. The email notifications had me smiling all day. Seriously, thank you, thank you! So, here is a short and silly little epilogue scene set the following day. Then below is the deleted/alternative dinner conversation from Chapter 10. I am kind of sad to be finished with this story, but I couldn't leave it without a last little bit with my favorite grumpy Lieutenant. Also, thanks mj for humoring my worries about this one :)

A Little Snow - Epilogue

Removing his bucket hat Provenza stepped through the sliding glass doors and pushed through the oncoming swarm of tired travelers. He grumbled as he bumped elbows with a man's duffel bag, and held back a groan as a child's backpack swung around and hit him below the wait.

"Flynn!" He called from the other side of the luggage carousel. "Over here!" He waved his hat in the air to get his friend's attention.

Andy looked up from where he was awaiting the arrival of his suitcase on the conveyor belt. He gave his partner a wave to acknowledge his presence, before stepping forward as the light flashed and the belt began to rotate around.

Provenza rolled his eyes and stomped over to his friend. "My gods, how long will this take? Your flight was late coming in and I am about to lose my first hour free in the lot."

Andy shot the man an unimpressed glare, "Yes, because that is all my fault. I willed the plane to be just a few minutes late to screw up your parking plans."

"Well," the other man huffed. "You could at least move in closer to get a better spot, or here's an idea - you could have carried it on. That would have saved us both some time now. It's not like you had a lot to pack, and I mean I didn't have to be nice and offer to pick you up. I hate the airport." Provenza crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the bags roll by. Andy closed his eyes briefly and let out a calming breath. It had been rather nice to spend a few days away from his partner, but he definitely would have enjoyed a few more.

"If it is too much of a hardship to wait, you could always go get the car," Andy droned, looking down to his partner. "I don't need your supervision. I think I can find my bag all on my own."

Provenza glanced to the conveyor belt and the sea of approaching suitcases. He let out an exaggerated groan, "Fine," and turned to totter off to the parking lot. However, as he turned the sight of a familiar face a few people away gave him pause. He pulled his hat onto his head and turned back to his partner.

"My lord," he grumbled, nodding his head to the left. "Do you see that? What are the odds? I guess our Christmas break is officially over, the witch is back."

Sharon approached the two men, her eyes focused on her suitcase as it traveled around the carousel. She passed in between them to reach for the handle of her bag before it was taken away. Noticing the familiar luggage, Andy cut the distance and reached down to pull it off of the belt for her. He extended the handle and guided it into her outstretched hand.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Sharon exhaled with a nod, holding back a smile as she closed her hand around the handle of her suitcase.

"You're welcome, Captain," he returned with a similarly amused but trying-to-cover-for-it, tone. He gave her a wink as she turned toward the airport exit.

She cast a sideways glance to Provenza as she moved passed him and smiled mischievously. As she stepped around him, she dipped her head and dropped her voice to a whisper, "Louie," without missing a beat.

At the exchange, Provenza whirled on his partner. "What in the hell was that?" He choked out.

Andy casually shrugged his shoulders, "What was what?"

"That!" The Lieutenant gestured in Sharon's direction.

"I handed her her bag?" Andy offered as he directed his attention back to the baggage claim carousel. His own luggage had just made it to the belt and was on its way toward him. He stepped sideways to wedge between two other travelers to be able to reach for his suitcase more easily.

"Just like that?" Provenza asked, confused as to why his partner was acting so peculiar. "And what did she just call me?" He swiveled his head and squinted out the doorway. It had only been four days, but the last time he had checked Captain Raydor was not on their list of friendly coworkers. He crossed his arms and stared back at Andy, awaiting an explanation.

"I guess," Andy shrugged again. "I mean it was her bag, I was closer to the belt. It would have been rude to let it go by. I just handed it to her. As for your other question, I am sure she said Lieutenant. Even if she didn't, that is your name. Once again, not a State Secret. She can call you whatever she wants, she does outrank you after all."

He reached down to pull his bag off of the track. With it beside him he turned to the exit, leaving Provenza behind still processing the scene. As Andy walked away the other man shook off his confusion and hurried to follow. Together they exited the airport. Before they could reach the crosswalk, Provenza bumped Andy on the arm, "Fine whatever, but was that a wink? Was Raydor with you on your flight?"

"It appears that she was on the same flight," he replied looking down the sidewalk toward the line of people waiting for their rides. Sharon was near the front of the group gazing out at the cars. She had her hand up against her forehead to block the reflection of the setting sun as it bounced off of the windshields of the passing vehicles. While he stared, a slight grin crossed his face.

His partner glared at his almost puppy dog-like expression. "Ye' gods, what did you do?" The other man groaned. "What in the hell is going on here?"

Andy dropped his eyes to his partner and arched an eyebrow. Before he could reply, the traffic stopped for them to cross the street in the direction of the hourly parking lot.

Halfway across the walkway Provenza froze. "Hold it right there, Flynn." Andy kept walking as the crosswalk countdown went to zero and the light changed. A car horn blasting behind him caused him to turn. His partner was still in the middle of the street, staring at him in disbelief.

Andy rolled his eyes, "Get out of the middle of the road, Provenza. I don't want to have to train a new partner either."

The Lieutenant crossed the street and grabbed the side of his partner's jacket to pull him closer. Once he was sure he had Andy's undivided attention, Provenza grumbled, "Please do not tell me that she was your we."

The corner of Andy's mouth lifted ever so slightly at the question. He squinted one eye in his partner's direction and shook out of his hold. "Okay, I won't tell you that," he smirked and turned to continue the walk to the car.

The End.

A/N: I hope this extra bit worked! Okay, so the scene below was one direction I had originally imagined the dinner conversation going, but then I ended up choosing something else. I gave Andy a little backstory and had Liv trying to understand the working relationship/friendship... Since I never found a place to squeeze the info, it's just tagged here

(The intro to the scene from Chapter 10. They are at the restaurant eating dinner...)

Liv sat across the table observing their banter. She leaned toward Sharon conspiratorially, "Tell me, Sharon. What is my little brother like at work? His stories always leave me thinking there is something more. You know he has always been a bit of a troublemaker. Momma always said it was a pleasant surprise for all of us when he made the choice to be on this side of the bars, rather than ending up on the other side of them."

Still enjoying the conversation Emily smiled mischievously across the table, "Is she saying you were trouble as a kid, Andy?"

Liv nodded to the young woman, "He acted out some."

"Who didn't," Andy huffed. "I may have made some questionable decisions, but someone helped me out back then."

Liv leaned back in her seat, "Really, who? What are you talking about?"

Andy nodded in her direction, "Officer Milano. He caught a group of us, um, taking advantage of a five-finger discount at a bodega one afternoon. Everyone ran off, but I tripped and he caught me…"

"You, Mister graceful, tripped? Shocking," his sister mocked.

Without acknowledging her quip, Andy continued, "… Although, instead of taking me in, he had me ride around with him that afternoon. Milano talked about the job, the neighborhood, and his own life. Then we stopped and helped a couple people in the old neighborhood; carried groceries for Mrs. Sullivan, helped a couple kids search for their cat, stuff like that. A couple hours later he drove me back to the store and arranged for me to volunteer there after school as a reparation."

"I didn't know that," Liv hummed. "I thought you were working there to impress their daughter."

Andy shrugged, "Well, that was an added bonus. No, I was started off working off my crime, but I think looking back that was the moment things changed. He showed me a different side of the job, and it stuck. Also, it was nice that I got a small discount for working there and was able to build up a pretty solid baseball card collection." Liv sat for a moment taking in the new information.

"Are you still into baseball?" Emily wondered, breaking the silence. "Mom prefers football, but my brother played baseball growing up. She took us to a few of Dodger games over the years. It is really fun to watch the games in person, plus the Dodger Dogs and pretzels. I have not been to any games out here though. It is on my list of things to do."

Andy shifted slightly in his seat, "It is an experience. I started out my love of baseball here of course, but I love getting out to see the Dodgers play as well. My partner and I try to go to games when we get the chance, but work occasionally gets in the way."

"Yes," Sharon leaned toward her daughter, "Unless of course he chooses to not deal with work related situations until after the games." She smiled slyly over at Andy, "Skybox tickets are so difficult to come by."

As Sharon's voice trailed Liv looked between the woman and her brother. "Oh, I am sensing a story here," she smiled. "I feel like someone is about to shout, 'It was all Provenza's fault,' at any moment."

"Provenza?" Emily clarified, "That's the partner, right?"

Sharon nodded, "Indeed it is." She smiled across the table, "and Liv may be a psychic because I believe that was part of the statement I read."

"Well, I will have you know that it was his idea to ignore that body," Andy began as he crossed his arms over his chest. "We made it right in the end."

His sister lifted her hand to her mouth, "That body? Oh Andrew."

"Let's talk about something else?" Andy requested, "We are about to eat, and it is Christmas. This is not really table talk."

Liv lifted an eyebrow in Sharon's direction, "I think I need more information later, Sharon. I never get to hear about the fun parts of my little brother's life anymore." She leaned toward Andy, "Or if I do it is only a story about how irritating his little friend is..."

"Partner," Andy clarified.

"Fun is relative term," Sharon joked. "To be fair, he is not always in trouble. I have a few other officers to worry about these days. Andy just has a knack for getting himself into sticky situations."

Andy rolled his eyes sardonically, "I feel like a broken record at this point, but I would like to remind you all that I have been exonerated of every allegation."

"Well," his sister reasoned, "that doesn't mean you aren't a headache. You have been prone to finding yourself in what Sharon just said, sticky situations, your entire life. Although that is a nicer term than what our parents would have used." She leaned into the table, "Did you hear about the parking lot situation a couple years ago, Sharon?"

"Of course I did," she sighed, "I was there."

Emily shifted in her seat to rejoin the conversation, "What happened in the parking lot?"

"Some dirtbag wanted to get rid of me," Andy shrugged. "Nothing too serious."

Liv squinted in his direction, "Nothing too serious? How many stitches did you have in your side? And I am pretty sure your shoulder still gives you trouble." She directed her attention back to Sharon, "I did not realize you were there. Andy just gave me the cliff's notes on the whole ordeal, I was not able to make it out to check on him."

"Well, he called it in himself and I had the team and ambulance meet him at the church."

His sister turned her head in his direction, "Is it common practice to call a fellow officer before an ambulance, Andrew? That seems like a bit of a strange decision on your part."

Andy pressed his lips together in consideration, "Well, I guess an ambulance would have been a good idea. I was just thinking about the fact that I had clipped the guy and someone needed to track him down. FID was going to need to be there at some point, her number was in my phone."

"Interesting," Liv sighed, "well, I guess it is old news now. At least she answered and knew where to send the ambulance."

A/N: Thank you all again! I do not have anything currently in the works, but I hope some kind of idea for either this or something new will come to me soon. xx