A/N: Lurking inside your house during a blizzard is a recipe for stories. Just add snow, aaannnd instant author. Let me know if you think I should continue with it!

A giggle was heard from the living room, and an exhausted Danny rounded the corner to find Jamie sitting in a chair with his legs tucked under him and the phone held to his ear. Being the perceptive detective that he was, Danny noticed that he had tugged his bottom lip beneath a few of his top teeth. Jamie's eyes were downcast, and he was fiddling with some loose fibers of green fabric on the arm of the chair. Not wanting to start teasing him just yet, Danny settled on leaning against the doorway and folding his arms across his chest, taking in the scene before him, smirking. Whoever this girl was, she was pretty good at making his younger brother turn into a mushy mess.

"Okay…yep…sure…see ya." Jamie said quietly into the phone before hanging up, taking an extra moment to gaze longingly at the receiver. Cute, thought Danny.

"Soooo who was thaaat?" Danny drawled, making Jamie jump and blush.

"Nobody."

"Sounded like it was somebody." Danny implied, raising one eyebrow.

Jamie looked at the carpet.

"Ooh so it is somebody. Come on kid, spill." Danny urged impatiently.

"None of your business." Jamie told him firmly.

"I'm gonna find out, little brother. You just wait."

"Danny please, don't. It's private—I don't need you sticking your nose around." Jamie pleaded, getting up from the chair and brushing past his older brother.

"Can't tell me what to do." Danny muttered under his breath.