Well, eastern TN got it's first official snow fall yesterday! Actually, it's more powder sugar, but what the heck! Right now it's pretty. But it did inspire me to write – although the prompts and the kick in the butt come from Tara, who wanted "Snow angels, snow cream, and cancelled schools". I have to warn you that it's fluffy – just like snow. Enjoy!

Song prompt: "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" by Chicago

Yeah. Yeah. I don't own CM.

Let It Snow!

"…It is advised, that if you don't have to be on the roads today, to stay home. Forecasters predict at least 4 inches in the valley and twice that in the mountains. Cold winds will bring the temperatures down to below freezing. And this just in: Schools all across the county are closed…."

Aaron Hotchner turned off the TV and sighed while Jack whooped it up at table. "So, you get the day off, son. That doesn't mean that I do."

"Dad, you can't drive on this!" Jack protested. "It's snowing!" He flashed what he hoped was a charming smile while he chewed.

Hotch shook his head at his son's logic. "Unfortunately, it's not my call."

"Then call them and ask."

"Smart aleck," Hotch snorted sarcastically. He reached for his phone and punched in the number to the Hoover Building. "Agent Hotchner, checking in." He listened. "I understand. Thank you." He closed the phone.

"Well?!" Jack's eyes were wide with anticipation. His hand holding the spoon hovered over the bowl.

"Looks like you got your wish, son. I don't have to go in." He playfully rumpled Jack's hair.


Hotch poured a cup of coffee and sipped. "So, what do you want to do today?" He sat down across from his son who was busy eating.

"Can we go to JJ's?" Jack asked between bites of the sugary bites of cereal he was spooning into his mouth.

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

Jack swallowed quickly. "Can we go to JJ's? If you don't have to go to work, she doesn't have to, either. We can help Henry make his first snow man!"

Hotch considered the request. There was no school or work, and it was snowing. Draining his cup, he nodded.

"Alright, pal, finish up and then we'll leave."

"Then I can show her that I lost my tooth." Jack finished his breakfast in record time.

It was official: eastern Virginia was getting it's first snow of the season and the city ground to a halt. No work and no school, but that was okay, JJ thought to herself as she watched the soft, fat flakes fall rapidly to the three inches already on the ground.

She had grown up in Northern Pennsylvania, where bad weather was as common as sand in a desert, so she was ready to settle back with a good book and pot of hot tea while Henry watched his cartoons. And since it was Thursday, it was possible the government would milk a four day weekend out of a freak winter storm that seemed to go off course. But she wasn't going to complain.

Sliding the last rinsed dish into the dish drainer, she dried her hands when the teapot started to whistle, only to be followed by the doorbell.

"What in the world…?" she muttered and hurried to the front door. Peaking through the peephole, she turned the locks. "Hotch! Jack! What are you doing here?"

"School's out 'cause it's snowing," Jack announced happily.

"I know." She stepped aside. "Come in. Quick," she offered and closed the door after them. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"We're fine."

"Do you have hot chocolate?" Jack piped up.

"Jack!" Hotch admonished.

"Well…" JJ began.

"I lost my tooth!" Jack proclaimed proudly and grinned to show the gap in his top row. "Dad pulled it 'cause it was really loose. But I didn't cry. Did I, Dad?"

"You were a real trooper," Hotch praised his son.

"Wow! That certainly does deserve hot chocolate."

"Where's Henry?" Jack looked around for the little boy while he shrugged out of his thick coat.

JJ helped. "I think he's in his room. Do you want to get him?" Jack nodded. "Tell you what, go get Henry, then wash your hands, then come to the kitchen." Jack started to run off. "First, take off your boots."

"Yes, ma'am."

Hotch slipped off his boots and followed JJ to the kitchen. "I hope we didn't bother you."

"Not at all. I was just getting ready to have a cup of tea, so the water is ready." She turned off the burner. "What brings you here in this?" JJ took the chocolate down from the cupboard along with four mugs of various sizes.

"Jack wanted to come over and help Henry build a snow man." Hotch sat down at the table. He watched her movements as she went about mixing the drinks.

"Ah. Well, that makes sense."

"It does?"

JJ tore the packets open then added the hot water. "This is Henry's first snow. I think it would be quite a memory of watching him make his first snow man." She stirred the drinks, added marshmallows, then carried a mug over to the table.

"Here you go," she offered the large mug to Hotch.

He wrapped his hands around the ceramic and soaked in the heat. "Thanks. You remembered the marshmallows." He sipped cautiously. "Mmmm, this is good."

"I'm glad you like it." She watched him.

He looked up. "What do you want?"

"Oh…" she evaded with a smile. "Nothing. Really."

"Uh oh."

She covered his hand with hers. "It's not that bad. I think you'll enjoy it."

Hotch's brown eyes burned into JJ's clear blue ones. "I'm sure I will."

The moment was broken as Jack came running into the room with Henry following close behind. "Is it ready?" he asked and pulled out a chair.

"Yes, it is." JJ handed over the small mug. "Blow on it," she warned. "It's hot."

"Where's mine?" Henry demanded and climbed onto the chair. "Where's mine?"

JJ handed over the sippy cup. "Here you go, Munchkin Man." She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with the serviette. "Hurry and drink up; Uncle Hotch wants to build a snowman."

Giving a big grin, Henry picked up his cup and extended it out. "Cheers!"

Hotch and Jack laughed and followed. "Cheers," they repeated.

Shaking her head, JJ laughed softly and drank her cocoa. Meanwhile, the snow continued to fall at a good pace.