Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything/one belongs to their respective owners.

A/N: This came while I had quite an interesting conversation with speedmonkey so you can thank her for part of this insanity my brain spewed out.

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Calleigh glanced behind her, hearing Tim sneezing and coughing.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Tim mumbled, sounding congested. "Go... go... achoo!"

"Oh baby..." Calleigh sat up and turned the light on. "Nothing's wrong?"

Tim shook his head and rolled over. He groaned and rolled back onto his back.

"I can't breathe." he moaned. "My head hurts. My whole body hurts."

Calleigh looked at Tim sympathetically, them climbed out of bed.

"Wait, where are you going?" he asked. Calleigh ignored him and walked into their adjoining bathroom. She came back with the thermometer and aspirin. "What are you my mother?"

"Do I look like your mother?"

"No and if you did I'd be scared." Tim said as Calleigh sat down. She stuck the thermometer under his tongue and waited. A few minutes later she pulled it out and sighed. "Am I dying?"

"Are you five?" Calleigh countered. "You have a fever, very far from dying. Take these."

"Calleigh..."

"Tim, don't make me shove them down your throat." she handed him the aspirin and with a grimace, he swallowed them.

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"I'm fine!" Tim insisted, coughing violently. He followed Calleigh out into the hallway, bracing himself against the wall. "You can't leave me here."

"I can and I am. Get back on that couch. Come on." Calleigh grabbed Tim's arm and led him back into their living room. He groaned, knowing he didn't have a choice and lay down. "I'll call you around noon to see if you need anything. Okay? There's soup in the cabinet. Tissues are on the coffee table. You have the remote."

"I'm dying and you expect me to make soup?" Tim grumbled.

"Aspirin is in the bathroom."

"I can barely walk and you expect me to go upstairs?"

"I thought you were fine." Calleigh smiled. She leaned now and kissed Tim's forehead. "Try to get some sleep."

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"Well here's a change. Calleigh is coming in alone and she's on time for a change." Eric smirked. "Where's the hubby?"

"He's sick." Calleigh smiled. "Woke up last night with a fever. I won't let him come in."

"Damn, wish I was married to you."

"He wants to be here though."

"Poor baby." Alexx sympathized. "He okay?"

"One minute he says he's fine, next he says that he's dying."

Eric snickered and went back to his newspaper. A cell phone went off and Calleigh sighed, seeing it was her own.

"And it begins." she muttered, flipping the top open. "Calleigh Speedle."

"It's too hot. I'm hungry but can't move. Your mother has called twice. The only thing on TV is The View and they're talking about what color to paint your toenails when you go to the beach."

"Good. You'll be stylish the next time we go."

"Calleigh..."

"Put a DVD on. Baby, try to relax. If you sleep you'll be better and able to come back to work tomorrow."

Horatio walked in and eyed his team.

"Okay. I love you. Fine you can hate me now. Alright. I'll call you later. Bye." Calleigh snapped her phone shut. "I have a feeling this is going to be a long day."

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Tim sighed, then went into another fit of coughing. It was now 1 o'clock and he was bored out of his mind. No baseball, since the baseball season was over, no football, no games were one. Hockey was dead. Basketball didn't excite him. He would die before watching a soap opera. How could it be that he paid all that money for the DirectTV service, which Calleigh said was, 'useless,' and there be nothing on? Tim was beginning to think she was right. Finally, after much channel surfing and to Tim's dismay, the only thing that seemed even interesting was Casablanca.