Hot Chocolate
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starrikaTitle: Hot Chocolate
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Claim: None
Status: Complete
Rating: PG
Summary: It was snowing in Miami. Calleigh was not pleased.
Warnings: None.
It was the coldest winter in Miami history, with temperatures low enough to inspire panic and enough freezing rain to cause accidents all over the state.
It was keeping the Miami Dade Crime Lab busy, hopping from fatality to fatality, evaluating an unsurprising lack of driving ability when it came to sleet.
Although she enjoyed being busy, Calleigh Dusquene hated the cold. Absolutely, positively, hated being cold. With temperatures dipping into the 40s and 30s, she was left shivering in jackets that weren’t warm enough and desperately trying to keep her Hummer on the road like everyone else in Miami. It was hell.
She was currently huddled into the passenger seat, all heat vents on blast and pointed towards her body as Speed drove toward their next accident to process.
Tim had been smirking at her all day as she grumbled and shivered, hating every minute of the cloudy cold, and wishing desperately she was home and wrapped in a down blanket.
Tim drove easily on the slick roads, deftly navigating around fishtailing cars and people taking turns too fast with curses that lacked heat, muttering under his breath about Southerners lacking basic driving skills that made Calleigh grin even as she was (mildly) insulted.
The scene was easy to process, though as the wind picked up, Calleigh wasn’t sure she could think over her teeth chattering. She longed for the warmth of Miami sun, glazing everything in oranges and yellows. These dull clouds were unnatural, and worse, depressing. Everything was cold and harsh and miserable – a perfect reflection of her mood.
Then the snow started to fall. Calleigh looked at the fat, white flakes in openmouthed consternation, feeling as if she were being punished for something. She hadn’t seen snow since she was a child, and while she could appreciate the picturesque beauty of falling snow, that appreciation was confined to watching through a window, not shivering outside in it.
A heavy weight settled over her shoulders, and Calleigh found Tim behind her arranging his jacket over hers. “You looked like you needed this more than me,” he said with laugh.
Calleigh made a face, but didn’t complain at the added warmth. “This is all your fault, you know,” she said, hoping he had processed his part quickly and she would be able to escape back to the Hummer.
“Who, me?” he replied innocently, but the smirk on his face showed he knew exactly what she was talking about.
She poked him hard on the shoulder, satisfied when he winced. “Yes, you. You had to do that stupid snow dance for white Christmas, and now we’re jinxed. If I have to suffer through three more weeks of this, I will kill you, Timothy Speedle.”
“I thought you said you didn’t believe in the Speedle Snow Dance,” Tim replied, grinning widely as she scowled.
“I hate you,” Calleigh muttered sulkily, finishing up her processing and closing up her kit. Her only consolation was the added warmth of Tim’s jacket over her own. It almost made the cold tolerable. Almost.
“No you don’t,” Tim countered cockily. “And I’ll make you hot chocolate when we get home.”
Calleigh got into the Hummer and sat back in the seat with her arms crossed. “With whipped cream and red sprinkles?” she asked.
“I’ll even throw in Peppermint Schnapps. Anything for you, baby,” Tim said with a roll of his eyes. His smile, though, was genuine.
The warmth of the Hummer bolstered Calleigh’s mood. Once they got back to the labs, she only had an hour left until the end of her shift. After that, she could go home, turn her heat up to seventy-five, and pretend that it wasn’t snowing in Miami“I’m going to need a little more than spiked hot chocolate to warm me up, Tim,” she said with a wink.
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Claim: None
Status: Complete
Rating: PG
Summary: It was snowing in Miami. Calleigh was not pleased.
Warnings: None.
It was the coldest winter in Miami history, with temperatures low enough to inspire panic and enough freezing rain to cause accidents all over the state.
It was keeping the Miami Dade Crime Lab busy, hopping from fatality to fatality, evaluating an unsurprising lack of driving ability when it came to sleet.
Although she enjoyed being busy, Calleigh Dusquene hated the cold. Absolutely, positively, hated being cold. With temperatures dipping into the 40s and 30s, she was left shivering in jackets that weren’t warm enough and desperately trying to keep her Hummer on the road like everyone else in Miami. It was hell.
She was currently huddled into the passenger seat, all heat vents on blast and pointed towards her body as Speed drove toward their next accident to process.
Tim had been smirking at her all day as she grumbled and shivered, hating every minute of the cloudy cold, and wishing desperately she was home and wrapped in a down blanket.
Tim drove easily on the slick roads, deftly navigating around fishtailing cars and people taking turns too fast with curses that lacked heat, muttering under his breath about Southerners lacking basic driving skills that made Calleigh grin even as she was (mildly) insulted.
The scene was easy to process, though as the wind picked up, Calleigh wasn’t sure she could think over her teeth chattering. She longed for the warmth of Miami sun, glazing everything in oranges and yellows. These dull clouds were unnatural, and worse, depressing. Everything was cold and harsh and miserable – a perfect reflection of her mood.
Then the snow started to fall. Calleigh looked at the fat, white flakes in openmouthed consternation, feeling as if she were being punished for something. She hadn’t seen snow since she was a child, and while she could appreciate the picturesque beauty of falling snow, that appreciation was confined to watching through a window, not shivering outside in it.
A heavy weight settled over her shoulders, and Calleigh found Tim behind her arranging his jacket over hers. “You looked like you needed this more than me,” he said with laugh.
Calleigh made a face, but didn’t complain at the added warmth. “This is all your fault, you know,” she said, hoping he had processed his part quickly and she would be able to escape back to the Hummer.
“Who, me?” he replied innocently, but the smirk on his face showed he knew exactly what she was talking about.
She poked him hard on the shoulder, satisfied when he winced. “Yes, you. You had to do that stupid snow dance for white Christmas, and now we’re jinxed. If I have to suffer through three more weeks of this, I will kill you, Timothy Speedle.”
“I thought you said you didn’t believe in the Speedle Snow Dance,” Tim replied, grinning widely as she scowled.
“I hate you,” Calleigh muttered sulkily, finishing up her processing and closing up her kit. Her only consolation was the added warmth of Tim’s jacket over her own. It almost made the cold tolerable. Almost.
“No you don’t,” Tim countered cockily. “And I’ll make you hot chocolate when we get home.”
Calleigh got into the Hummer and sat back in the seat with her arms crossed. “With whipped cream and red sprinkles?” she asked.
“I’ll even throw in Peppermint Schnapps. Anything for you, baby,” Tim said with a roll of his eyes. His smile, though, was genuine.
The warmth of the Hummer bolstered Calleigh’s mood. Once they got back to the labs, she only had an hour left until the end of her shift. After that, she could go home, turn her heat up to seventy-five, and pretend that it wasn’t snowing in Miami“I’m going to need a little more than spiked hot chocolate to warm me up, Tim,” she said with a wink.