So, the snow came again last night – I woke up to a blanket of snow, can't get into work, so (despite having lots of work to do at home) I'm here writing some more of Cal and Gillian's snowy adventure. Hope you enjoy! Just a short one, but I'll probably do another one later ;-)

Disclaimer: As you know, none of this stuff is mine at all *sigh*

Chapter Ten

Gillian laughed at the suggestive look on his face. "Cal Lightman," she said, walking a little closer to him. "You're not flirting with me, are you?"

"Would I do a thing like that?" he asked innocently.

"You flirted with me when I was married," she reminded him playfully.

"When?!"

"What about the time we had that heat wave and the air conditioning at the office broke?"

He remembered. "What about it?"

"Do you remember your suggestion for how I could cool down?"

Cal grinned. "It was a fair suggestion, love. Never let it be said I'm the kind of boss who won't let his staff wear bikinis at work."

"I'm not staff, I'm your partner," she said quickly, pretending to be irritated, and he laughed.

"Right, yes. Sorry."

"And weren't you also the one who threw a jug of water over me to 'cool me down'?"

"Did I do that? Really can't remember…"

"Yes, you did. And that achieved nothing except drenching me and making my blouse completely see-through."

"Ah, yes. Now it's all coming back to me." He grinned at her.

She shook her head at him, that smile still on her face.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this little reminiscence of past flirtations, Foster, but can we get back to the matter in hand? I'm really starting to get bloody cold."

"There's probably still some warm water in the pipes… want me to throw that over you?"

"Tempting… but have you got any other suggestions?"

She laughed and walked out the door, leaving Cal sitting at her kitchen table. He ate his yoghurt, then washed up his plate and spoon. He was just drying the plate when Gillian walked back into the kitchen. "You washed up." He noted the surprise and delight in her voice.

"Yeah. I'm not a complete slob."

She smiled, then nodded her head slightly towards the living room. "I have everything we'll need."

Replacing the tea towel, Cal followed her, noticing a large pile of blankets piled up on the sofa. Gillian had also lit several candles, casting a gentle glow of light around the room. "Cosy," he commented. Romantic, he added silently.

"Blankets on their own won't be enough if the temperature drops any more and the power doesn't come back though," she said casually as she began unfolding them. "We might have to rely on body heat."

"Gillian Foster," he said, stepping closer to her. "You're not flirting with me, are you?"

"Why not?" She turned to face him, one eyebrow slightly raised on an otherwise passive face. "I'm not married anymore."