"Emily, it's freezing here, why are we even doing this?"

"Derek, you grew up in Chicago, I thought that cold doesn't bother you."

"It doesn't, but we are standing at the top of the mountain"

"Mountain? Sweetheart, it's nothing but a hill."

"Okay, hill. But it doesn't change the fact that it's freezing!"

"Derek Morgan, you promised we'll go skiing as soon as the case is over!"

"Right, I did. We've been skiing for an hour now. May I ask you out for a dinner? Let's say, now? In this place at the bottom of that hill?"

"Why not, we don't want you to get ill. But as soon as we're finished, we continue."

"We'll work on that" he smiles and puts his goggles on.