Welcome to my first attempt at writing shameless Pieter/Kommissar fluff! Whilst I'm aware the general fandom has agreed on the name Luisa, I honestly much prefer the naming by E Salvatore (who also writes some amazing stuff), and so the name Holle has stuck in my musings.

This was written while I was quite sick and being bounced around various medical appointments, so please let me know if there's any errors I've missed in my vague proof reading sessions. I also have a few other ideas lined up, so stay tuned! Please review on the way out, and also feel free to leave me prompts (either in a review or PM me) and I'll do my best!

Holle glanced at her watch and sighed. It was late, later then she had meant to stay up, but a sappy Christmas movie had come on TV, and who was she to go to bed early on Christmas Eve anyway?

She switched the TV off and the room was plunged into darkness, save for the blinking lights adorning her small Christmas tree that was sitting in the corner of the room. She gazed at it for a few moments, but then abruptly stood and stretched. It was almost midnight, and although Holle had nowhere to be the next morning, she was still tired.

Picking up discarded food packaging, Holle quickly threw them in the trash on her way to the bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth and tied up her hair before switching all the lights out and moving to her bed. She changed into her pyjamas - an oversized shirt, a pair of shorts and socks - and crawled into bed.

"Merry Christmas, Holle," she said to herself as she closed her eyes. This was the first semester she hadn't returned home during the holidays, but given the fight that had occurred between Holle and her mother the last time, she had opted to stay on campus, citing various assignments keeping her busy. Holle sighed and pulled her blanket over her shoulders and promptly fell asleep.

It seemed like only moments later when Holle was rudely ripped from her sleep by the loud, continuous ringing of bells somewhere nearby. An electronic voice warned from somewhere else that the building was to be evacuated immediately. Groaning, Holle stumbled out of bed and fumbled her shoes on before groping blindly through her room for the front door, unable to find the jacket she swore she hung up on the back of the door last night. She stepped out into the hallway and out to the front of the building where a number of firefighters had assembled.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" One of them asked as Holle approached.
"I'm fine," she nodded tiredly. "What's going on?"
"We're not sure," the man replied. "Just sit tight while we have a look." Holle nodded again and the firefighter rushed away. Looking back up at the building, Holle shivered slightly and rubbed her hands over her arms, regretting not taking a little longer to locate her coat.

"This is one way I didn't expect to start my Christmas morning," a voice drifted towards her, and Holle swung her head around to spot the owner. "But it'll make a great story one day." Holle located the source of the voice - a tall, dark haired man, not much older than herself. "I'm Pieter," the man introduced himself. "Studying Creative Writing and Music. What about you?" He stuck out his hand and Holle shook it gently.
"Holle," she replied carefully. "I'm in Voice and Composition." Pieter nodded in acknowledgement before planting himself down on the sidewalk next to her feet.

"I think we may have been the only ones in the building tonight," Pieter said, glancing up at Holle. "What did you do to set off the fire alarm?" He asked jokingly. Holle let out a short laugh.
"Me?" She asked. "I was asleep." She settled herself down on the path next to Pieter. "I expect you must've been burning some toast or something." Pieter laughed in reply.
"Touche." They fell into silence for a while as they watched the firefighters moving in and out of the building. Holle pulled her knees into her chest and rubbed her arms a few times as she felt the cold beginning to seep through her minimal layers.
"Here," Pieter said soon after. Holle turned to face him and found him offering his coat to her. "You look freezing." Holle shook her head, despite the fact she was cold.
"I'll be fine," she said, trying to stop her teeth from chattering. Pieter shook his head, and draped the coat over her shoulders anyway.
"You're lying," he said. "And we could be out here for a while." Holle nodded in thanks, and quickly pulled her arms through the long sleeves.

Holle and Pieter chatted quietly for a while before a fireman approached them.
"Looks like it's all clear," he told them. "We think it was a wiring fault in a room that triggered the alarm. We can't find anything else, so you can go back inside." Holle and Pieter expressed their thanks, and Pieter quickly stood, offering his hand to Holle.
"Would you like to join me for a hot chocolate?" He asked kindly as he pulled Holle to her feet. She briefly considered the offer.
"Thank you," she said, "but I think I might go back to bed. It is 4am after all." Pieter nodded, releasing her hand when she was firmly on her feet. They silently began climbing the stairs to their respective rooms.
"I'm in 312 if you change your mind," he smiled as he peeled off from the staircase. "Otherwise, Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," Holle smiled at him as she continued up another flight of stairs.

Stepping into her room again, Holle sighed as she slid the jacket off her shoulders. She carefully folded it and placed it on the table before she padded over to bed and collapsed onto it, tucking herself in to warm up her frozen extremities. She fell into a restless sleep almost instantly.

Pieter hummed quietly to himself as he moved a stack of discarded notebooks from his desk, placing his laptop carefully in their place and sitting in front of it. Searching though the notebooks, he located one and pulled it out, flicking through until he found the pages he wanted. He quickly checked his emails, briefly replying to messages from family wishing he could be with them for Christmas, before settling in for a solid few hours of writing.

Thirty minutes later, Pieter had just finished planning and typing out the introduction to his latest assignment when there was a timid knock at his door. Startled, Pieter looked to the door. His roommate had a key and had no reason to knock, so he quickly saved his work, calling out as he did.
"Just a second." His laptop finally cooperated and saved the document, and Pieter moved across to the door. He pulled it open and was slightly shocked to see Holle standing in front of him, his jacket in her arms.
"You forgot your jacket last night," she said, passing it to him. "Thought you might need it to go out today." Pieter glanced at his watch, not having paid a whole lot of attention to the time before now. It was just after 8, and Holle looked exactly like she hadn't had a full night of sleep. But he supposed he looked worse, especially after not sleeping at all after their late night adventure.
"Thank you," he said, smiling. "Although I have no intentions of leaving the warmth of this room today." Holle tilted her head.
"No family gatherings today?" She asked curiously. Pieter shrugged.
"Not this year. My parents live in Belgium, so it was a bit far to travel with the amount of work I have due next week." Holle nodded in understanding. "Would you like to come in?" Pieter asked for the second time that morning. "I haven't eaten yet, if you're not opposed to some excellent University student cooking." Holle laughed, and nodded.
"Sure," she said, stepping through the doorway as Pieter moved to the side to allow her room. "Not like there's any rush to get back to my equally empty room." Pieter grinned, and closed the door behind her.

Pieter directed her to sit on his recently vacated desk chair, and Holle watched as he moved around the small kitchenette, pulling out pans and food items.
"Scrambled eggs and toast suitable?" He called over to her. "I'm afraid I haven't got much else in here." Holle smiled and nodded.
"Sounds perfect," she said. Pieter gave her a thumbs up and turned back to the stovetop. She watched as he cracked a few eggs and began to beat them, then added some milk and seasonings she couldn't identify before pouring the mixture into a pan. "Can I help?" She called out as Pieter juggled cooking the eggs and ensuring the toast didn't burn. Pieter turned and smiled at her.
"You can make the coffee if you'd like," he replied, one hand stirring the eggs and the other changing the bread in the toaster. Holle nodded and stood, opening the tin of coffee on the bench and refilling the water in the machine.
"You're out of coffee," she said as Pieter pulled the pan off the stovetop, gasping.
"I thought I had a full tin," he said, shocked. "Sorry." Holle shook her head.
"I have some in my room," she told him. "I'll go get it." A grin replaced the slight frown on Pieter's face, and she headed toward the door.
"Holle," he called as she was about to open the door. "Do you have any plans today?" Holle shrugged.
"Not really," she said, her hand dropping from the doorknob.
"Well," Pieter began, "I also have no plans, and an excellent and quite extensive movie collection, if I do say so myself," He gestured toward his desk where Holle noted the shelves filled with DVD's. "If you would like to join me in watching some?" Pieter placed the egg filled pan down and wiped his hands on his thighs. Holle bit her lip, thinking.
"I'd better go get the junk food from my room then," she smiled, and Pieter's signature grin returned. Holle grinned in reply and stepped out of the room.

When she returned to Pieter's room, arms laden with packets of junk food and the much needed coffee, Pieter had just finished serving up their breakfast. He happily appropriated the coffee and set it into the machine as Holle dumped the food packets on a clear space of benchtop. Pieter passed her a steaming mug and a plate, and she reclaimed her seat at the desk while Pieter sat cross-legged on his bed, facing her.

For the rest of the day, Holle and Pieter alternated between watching movies and discovering new and interesting combinations of unhealthy foods. Sometime during the second movie, Holle shifted to sit next to Pieter on the bed after Pieter claimed it had a much better view of the screen, and sometime during the fourth movie, the pair had fallen asleep.

Holle was the first to wake a few hours later when some drunk partygoers walked past the building. She propped her head up on one arm, and rubbed her eyes with the other. As she stretched, she realised that her leg had gone numb, and looked down to see Pieter's apparently heavy leg slung across hers. She unsuccessfully tried to extract it without waking Pieter, and he quickly sat up, yawning.
"What time is it?" He slurred, rubbing his face. Holle shrugged, stretching out her stiff back. "It's 6:30," Pieter answered his own question as his eyes focused on his watch. Holle groaned and let her eyes fall shut again. She felt Pieter's weight leave the bed, and heard him walking through the room. She opened her eyes when he stopped moving, and watched him at the window.

"It's snowing," he called over his shoulder, his eyes lit up at the freshly fallen clumps landing on the windowsill.
"How old are you?" She asked. "It always snows in winter." Pieter turned around to face her.
"But it's Christmas. And snowing." Holle shrugged. "You don't like snow?" Pieter asked, exasperated. Holle smiled at him.
"The excitement wears off after a few winters," she told him. Pieter stared at her, his mouth hanging open for a few moments before he spun into action, threw her coat at her, pulled his half on and then dragged her out the front door.
"Pieter, what are you -" Pieter shushed her and continued pulling her down the stairs. Holle struggled with her coat as Pieter kept a firm grip on her wrist, but finally managed to pull it on just as he released her and ran onto the open, now snow covered ground. He stopped running as he reached the middle of the area and stood, tilting his head up with his tongue stuck out, trying to catch the flakes of snow. Holle just laughed at him and shoved her hands deeper into her pockets.

"Come on Holle," Pieter yelled at her. Holle shook her head as Pieter lay down in the snow and began waving his arms and legs around.
"No way," she called back, laughing as he stood up and admired his snow angel. He began jogging back over to her, and Holle retreated a few steps further undercover. Pieter stopped next to her, his breath coming out as steam, and his nose already turning a bright shade of red.
"You're no fun," Pieter said matter-of-factly before he promptly scooped her up, hands under her knees and behind her back and took off running again.
"Pieter!" Holle screamed as he ran towards a growing pile of snow. "Don't you dare, Pieter!" Pieter continued running, a laugh escaping his lips as he dropped Holle into the snow drift. Holle scrambled to her feet, and shook the snow out of her hair. While she cleared her face of the snow, Pieter had armed himself with a few snowballs, and lobbed one in her direction. Holle immediately turned to the snow drift behind her, scooped up a ball of snow and threw it straight at Pieter. It hit him in the center of his chest, and he dropped the snowball in his hand out of shock.
"It's on now," Pieter called, scooping up some more snow. Holle did the same, throwing a few in his direction as she ran for some better cover. She had just ducked behind a tree when she heard the sound of snowballs exploding on the other side of it.

"You're too slow," Holle taunted at him as she poked her head out from behind the tree, ducking again when she saw him loose another few projectiles in her direction. They all missed, and Holle took the chance to pick up the five she had made and run towards Pieter as he struggled to scoop up more snow. As she got closer she threw a few of them, and Pieter tried to turn and run away from her but ended up falling on a slippery patch of grass. Holle laughed and threw all but one of her remaining snowballs, dropping the last one directly on his face as she stood over him. Pieter spluttered and Holle burst out laughing.
"Ok," Pieter cried as Holle bent to pick up more snow. "You win!" Holle dropped the snow on his face anyway, and then offered her hand to pull him up. When he was standing, Pieter shook himself off like a dog, and then turned to Holle. "Where did you learn to throw like that?" He asked, still slightly shocked. Holle shrugged.
"I have an older brother," she said simply, by way of explanation. "Can we go back inside now?" Pieter nodded and they slowly made their way back up the stairs to Pieter's room.

"Would you like some hot chocolate?" Pieter asked once they had taken off their sodden shoes and coats. Holle nodded, and they both moved to pull out the necessary ingredients for the drinks. They sat in silence and drank, both gazing out the window at the now heavily falling snow. When Holle had yawned into her drink for the fourth time, she placed her mug down and stood up.
"Thank you for today, Pieter." She said as Pieter also stood. "I think I'm going to go to bed though." Pieter nodded and set his mug down beside hers.
"It has been a long day," he agreed. Holle smiled, and bent down to pick up her shoes and coat. Pieter opened the door for her, and she stepped through. When she was on the other side, she turned back to face him.
"Merry Christmas, Pieter." He smiled back at her and stepped forward, wrapping her up in a hug.
"Merry Christmas, Holle." He released her, and they smiled again, and Holle turned toward the staircase. Just as she had reached it, Pieter called her name again and she looked back toward him.
"Can we hang out again soon?" He asked, hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets. Holle nodded, and moved to start climb the stairs.
"I'm in 407," she told him. "Come find me sometime."

FIN.

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