Henry sighed, deeply and contented, as he sipped on his freshly brewed coffee. "It's beautiful out here."  Smiling at his companion, he hummed his assent and went back to his rapidly cooling mug.

"Dad! Come join us!"  The older Spencer smiled and shook his head in amusement at his snow covered son and friend.

"I think I'll just stay up here where it's warm and dry, son."  For a moment he felt regret as he watched his son's face fall but just as quickly as it fell a smile replaced it.

"Ok, dad, you just stay up there where it's dry and warm."  Something about the smile made the hair on the back of Henry's neck stand on end but before he could react to the feeling cold and wet impacted the back of his head causing him to drop his coffee off the porch to the snow below.  Gathering snow from the railing quickly he spun and lobbed his own ice cold missile at the blonde that betrayed him. Startled blue eyes looked back at him as she scraped the snow from her jacket.

"Oh it is so on."  She took a running leap and landed more gracefully than Henry thought possible into the blanket of the white stuff below and started throwing her hastily made spheres at him, successfully hitting him every time.

"Nice arm, Jules!"  It was Henry's turn to smile devilishly as he watched his son rear back and smash his girlfriend in the back with his own snowball.

"Shawn!"  Chuckling to himself, Henry shook off as much of the frozen water as possible and went inside to the welcome warmth of the cabin to retrieve more coffee.  The squeals and shouting kept a smile on the older man's face as he watched through the window his son get pounded by the icy artillery.

/////////////////////Angst Version Below////////////////

The wind howled around his form as he pulled his jacket even tighter. "I'm sorry it took us so long to find you."  Unchecked tears fell and hit the frozen ground beneath him, perfect circles of ice formed at his feet. The temperature dropped further as the snow fell heavier making it hard to see but the man didn't care he was numb and not just physically, his soul was now missing a chunk that was bigger than expected.  "I am just so damn sorry."

Falling to his knees he brushed off the gathering of snow that had covered the curled body on the ground. The ice cold skin, pale blue lips,and dull, lifeless eyes of the victim below made his stomach turn uncomfortably and bile rise in his throat.  Knowing he couldn't vomit when he so desperately wanted to, the man grabbed his cell and dialed a familiar number. An emotionally exhausted voice on the other end broke through. "Hello?"

"O'Hara, I found Spencer."