He could tell something was off about her. From the way she seemed to drag herself into work and into her office to the careful way she spoke and moved. He was hesitant to say anything, knowing she would tell him if it was anything concerning. He was still worried as he watched her while they wrapped up their latest case. The rest of the team was eager to leave as soon as it was closed, but he lingered back as he usually did. He stepped into her office without knocking and found himself confronted with a sight he never expected. Sharon's head rested on her arm on her desk and an occasional cough shook her body.

"Sharon?" He stepped closer and realized she was asleep, her glasses pressed against her arm. "Sharon, sweetheart." He gently shook her arm and she jerked upright, immediately attempting to smooth out her hair and fix her glasses. It did nothing to help the flush and lines on her face. "Are you okay?"

"Hm? Yeah, fine." She murmured, her voice still drowsy.

"You were sleeping. In your office." He started at her and lightly rubbed her arm before pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. "And you feel really warm. Let me take you home."

She seemed to debate it for a moment and then nodded, slowly pushing herself to her feet. Before she could move more, he grabbed her jacket and purse and wrapped his other arm around her to help steady her.

"Andy..." she tried to push his arm away, but he only held her closer.

"You look like you're ready to pass out, Sharon. Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

"Because I'm fine," she retorted immediately, but a series of harsh coughs cut off any further words.

"Yeah, sounds real fine to me," he grumbled, shifting her stuff so he could help her to the elevator.

He managed to get her home, in pajamas, and in bed with few retorts. He made sure she was bundled up under blankets before he went in search of medication and some water. He returned to find her sitting up, coughing into the crook of her arm. When she looked up, she had tears in her eyes.

"Oh, sweetheart..." He sat on the edge of the bed beside her and gently wiped her tears away before measuring out the medication and handing it to her. Her hand shook a little as she swallowed it, pulling a disgusted face before she handed the plastic container back to him. "I know, it's awful."

"It's worse than awful," she replied softly, her voice breaking a little.

"I'm sorry." He rubbed her arm and set the container down before grabbing the water. He helped her sip it before setting it aside too and stretching out beside her.

"Andy, you'll get sick..."

"Oh, you admit you're sick?" He gave her a small smile and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

"Quiet, you." She closed her eyes and shifted so her head rested against his chest.

"Do you need anything?"

"More blankets."

He sat up and grabbed the extra blankets at the foot of their bed, and pulled them over her. He made sure they were tucked close and then he wrapped his arms around her to hold her against his chest. "Better?"

"Much." She shifted just a little bit closer and he felt her finally start to relax against him save for the more than occasional coughing fits. "You're still going to get sick."

"I'm not leaving you alone and I'm sure I'll survive. Besides, you don't want Rusty getting sick either." He kissed her head and rubbed her arm. "Now hush and get some rest. You can take more cough syrup in four hours and I'll wake you up then."

"I'm not going to sleep for four hours," she mumbled, but he could tell she was already starting to drift off.

"We'll see," he hummed, still rubbing her arm as he watched her fall asleep. With the way her cough was, he knew she wouldn't sleep long uninterrupted, but he knew whatever rest she could get would help.

He drifted to sleep too and the bed was empty when he woke. Concerned, he sat up and looked around, noises from the bathroom finally alerting him to where Sharon had moved to. He found her leaning against the toilet, shivering and covered in a thin coat of sweat. He grabbed her water off the nightstand and came back to kneel beside her, ignoring how his knees creaked a little. He held the cup while she rinsed out her mouth and flushed the toilet, his other hand resting on her back.

"Let's get you back to bed," he murmured, stroking her hair back from her face and then feeling her forehead. "You're still warm."

"I'm cold," she whispered hoarsely, her forehead resting against the toilet seat.

"More reason to get you in bed." He stood up and then gathered her into his arms, carrying her back into the bedroom. He tucked her in again and kissed her head. "It's too soon for more medication, but I'll get you more water."

He lingered a moment to watch her cough, wishing there was more he could do to help. He grabbed her cup and walked into the kitchen, offering Rusty a small smile.

"Hey, is everything okay? I thought I heard someone throwing up." Rusty pulled some leftovers from the fridge and looked at him.

"Your mom's sick, but she'll be okay. Just getting her some more water." He filled up her glass as he spoke, keeping an eye on the kid.

"Oh. Does she need anything?" Rusty leaned against the counter while he waited for his food to heat up.

"I think she's good. Do we have any soup leftover?"

"No, I finished it off last night." Rusty smiled sheepishly and grabbed his food from the microwave before it could ding.

"I'll run to the store later and get some. We'll probably need another thing of cough syrup too." He wrinkled his nose and filled another glass with water for himself.

"I'll do that. So she's not left alone." He shrugged and looked at Andy. "Just let me eat first."

"Thanks, kid."

He patted Rusty's shoulder as he walked by him, returning to the bedroom to find Sharon surprisingly asleep again. He set the glasses down and crawled into bed, making sure she was still bundled up in blankets. He wrapped his arm around her and she groaned softly in her sleep.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. "We'll get you feeling better soon."