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It's the worst snowstorm in a quarter century, at least according to the news. Everyone's been called in, but there's no real work to do.
Elliot shovels the precinct steps twice; the second time, he calls Fin outside and pelts him with snowballs under the streetlights.
When Cragen sends them to bed, Elliot snags the last bunk in the crib. Olivia is a few minutes behind him, and he catches her sweater as she passes. "No beds."
"You're kidding."
"I have room." He scoots over. "What? Munch and Fin are sharing."
She laughs, but his knees tuck perfectly behind hers.