A/N: I'm actually having fun with this 30 day challenge, who'd have thought. Thank you for reading, reviewing, whatever, I hope you're enjoying this series as much as I am. And thank you for appeasing my grammar qualms from the first chapter (let me tell you, your brain suddenly forgetting how to do things you used to be good at is the worst).

Day 3: Write about a snow storm.


Tony tapped the door with his foot, shoulders hunched up to his ears to protect against the raging snow storm. It wasn't very effective.

The door cracked open a few inches, a sliver of Ziva's face coming into focus, before she opened the door completely. He watched her put away her gun and chuckled to himself as he almost leapt through the door into the welcoming heat.

"I was gone for a couple of minutes, who did you think it was going to be, the Abominable Snowman?"

Ziva narrowed her eyes slightly, then looked at his arms, overflowing with candy. "I'm certain the Yeti would have brought me something more substantial than a diabetic coma."

She was looking a little too smug to his liking, but the way she swiped the snow from his hair made up for it.

"I called, he refused to make deliveries in this weather," he deadpanned.

Tony turned towards the small table and dumped his sugary loot from raiding the vending machines at the reception. Lured by the warmth coming from the fireplace, he grabbed a Mars bar and walked five paces to cross the tiny cabin.

He let out a contented sigh, holding out his hands towards the flames, then wolfed down the candy bar in two bites before it began to melt. He shrugged out of his coat and turned his back towards the fireplace, training his eyes on Ziva.

She was staring out the window. The relaxed expression on her face was in stark contrast to the daggers she had been shooting his way half an hour ago, when he had insisted they couldn't drive home safely in the blizzard.

Ziva's back would make an equally good furnace as the fire burning behind him. So he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder to look outside.

Snow was rapidly covering their company car, and the line of trees across the road, hiding the dark forest behind them, looked about to collapse under the weight of the white blanket.

"If this storm keeps up, I'm not sure we'll be able to make it home tomorrow."

Ziva relaxed against him, making him focus his attention on her reflection in the window, instead of on the vacation park sign now standing at a weird angle. A small smile formed on her lips as she hummed in agreement.

Her arms came to rest on top of his, and she said in a quiet voice, "Then it's a good thing we sent our reports to Gibbs at the sheriff's office." She turned her head and kissed his cheek lightly.

"Being snowed in, in a holiday cabin, on NCIS' dime suddenly doesn't sound so bad, does it," he said with a chuckle, holding her tighter.