Oh yes! The long-awaited sequel to Get a Flu is finally here. Mary and Marshall are back for more.

For those of you who haven't read Get a Flu, I suggest you do before reading this. Just go to my profile, find the story and read it. It will help understand this one a bit more.

Sorry this took so long. But think of it as a belated Happy Thanksgiving present from me to all of you.

Enjoy!

**Quick Note** The "too" in the title is the homonym for "two" as in the sequel. Just wanted to point it out just in case. It's not a typo.

Get a Flu Too

Chapter 1:

Stan looked up from his desk as the familiar sound of footsteps echoed into the office. He shifted his gaze over to Eleanor as she stopped her filing to look back at him.

Together they walked out of Stan's office to intercept the owner of the footsteps.

Marshall was already at his desk, folding his jacket over the back of his chair. Sensing the two pairs of eyes watching him, he looked up to see Stan and Eleanor staring back at him. His eyes shifted between the two quizzically as his brows furrowed.

"Can I help you?" he asked uncertainly.

Stan and Eleanor exchanged glances before Stan stepped out of his office and walked towards Marshall.

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked expectantly.

Marshall looked up at the office clock perched on the wall at the back of the room.

"Yeah," he said, still uncertain of how the situation was playing out. "It's noon."

"Right," Stan agreed with a bob of his head. "Noon on an ordinary Thursday. Can I ask why it is you're just arriving at work at noon on a workday?"

Stan shifted on his feet in front of Marshall, his hands behind his back in a professional manner. Marshall fidgeted under his gaze, knowing full well that he was the tardy child being scolded by the adult.

"Sorry Stan," Marshall pleaded with a shrug. "I was sick –"

"But you have clearly recovered," Stan interrupted.

"Yeah, but-" Marshall started, avoiding his boss's eyes.

"And where's Mary?" Stan asked. "Did she forget it's a workday?"

"That's the thing," Marshall added quickly. "I got better. But Mary… Well, I guess she caught what I had."

Marshall offered Stan an apologetic shrug. "I'm late because I took her home. I told her to get some sleep."

"That's just perfect," Stan sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked up to the ceiling as if placing a complaint to God.

"Yesterday you were out with the cold and today it's Mary's turn. Honestly, how do we get any work done around here?"

Stan gave a sad shake of his head. Eleanor took her chance to approach the two men, her eyes shifting between the two in search of a way to lighten the situation.

"Don't worry," Marshall assured. "I'll get started on my work right away. And if I finish quickly, I can even do Mary's."

Stan mulled over the offer with a thoughtful expression.

"Are you feeling better?" Eleanor asked.

"Yes, thank you," Marshall answered pointedly, his eyes meeting Stan's in expectance.

Stan sighed. "All right," he said finally. "Get back to work." He turned to return to his office.

Eleanor coughed loudly behind him.

Stan turned back to face Marshall obediently. "Oh, and welcome back. Glad you're feeling better."

"Thanks boss," Marshall smiled.

Stan huffed and returned to his office. Marshall shifted his gaze to Eleanor. She smiled at him with a wink and turned to follow Stan back into the office.

Marshall let out a sigh of relief as he sank into his chair. He looked at the workload that had piled on his desk. Jeez. It had only been one day and somehow a towering stack of papers had accumulated on his desk.

He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. It was going to be a long day.

When he moved his hands from his face, he found that he was looking at Mary's empty desk. He stared at it for a while, trying to comprehend that Mary was just not going to be with him for the day.

It was hard to imagine.

He couldn't quite picture a day at the office without Mary. No neighboring tapping as Mary typed on her computer. No questions of hers to answer. No random bickering between her and Eleanor.

Not being able to hear Mary's voice.

Marshall deflated in his chair sadly as he pulled his eyes away from Mary's empty desk. It was too quiet now; too lonely.

Who'd had thought he's actually miss Mary's incessant teasing.

"Focus," he told himself with a shake of the head. He turned his attention to the papers on his desk. He had a lot of work to do and moping about the loss of teasing wasn't going to change anything.

He reached for the file at the top of the stack and was about to start working when his cell phone rang.

Surprised, Marshall froze, his hand hovering over his pen.

When his phone rang again, he jerked into motion, pulling the phone out of his coat pocket. He quickly flipped it open.

"You ok?" he asked worriedly, already knowing who it was on the other end.

He waited for a moment, listening to the silence on the other end.

Then, a course, quiet voice resounded in his ear: "Get over here."

Though the voice contained little malice – or strength for the matter – it still held an authorative tone. There was no urgency either. Just an order.

Marshall sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm on my way," he replied warmly.

There was a pause and then the call ended.

Marshall pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it with a chuckle. Even sick, Mary still had her pride. And her stubbornness.

Marshall looked up to face Stan's office, already dreading the conversation that had to ensue if he wanted to leave for Mary's house.

His eyes widened slightly as two pairs of eyes met his through the glass.

Pressed against the glass, Stan and Eleanor stood watching Marshall, trying to overhear his conversation.

As soon as Marshall saw them, they quickly pulled back, pretending to be looking over a file conveniently held in Eleanor's hands.

With a smirking smile, Marshall ambled into the office, knocking against the open door to introduce himself to the two who were trying so hard to look busy.

Stan and Eleanor turned at the sound of the knock, guilty expressions etched on their faces.

"Hey Stan," Marshall said casually, leaning against the doorframe. "Can I take another day off? Mary needs someone to look after her."

"Well I suppose it's only fair," Eleanor cut in before Stan could refuse. "I mean, Mary took care of Marshall yesterday so Marshall can care of Mary today."

She tilted her head to give Stan a pleading sidelong glance. "What's one more day?" she asked innocently.

Marshall folded his arms over his chest in amusement, his eyebrows raised in expectance.

"All right fine," Stan agreed with a submissive wave of his hand. "You can have another day off."

"Thanks," Marshall said genuinely as he started to turn to leave.

"But," Stan added as he locked his gaze onto Marshall's, his eyes staring intently; seriously. "I expect you both back tomorrow in perfect condition. You two have a lot of work to do and I don't want any more distractions."

Marshall was about to argue that the flu wasn't a distraction but a part of life – an unavoidable part of life – but swallowed his response with a gracious nod of his head.

"Thanks Stan, I'll see you tomorrow.

Marshall offered a last bow of thanks and returned to his desk. He quickly scooped up his jacket and practically jogged to the elevator.

As soon as the doors slid closed and Marshall was gone from sight, Stan moved closer to Eleanor and slipped his arm around her waist.

"'What's one more day' huh?" Stan asked with a chuckle.

"Oh stop," Eleanor chided. "You were going to let him go anyway."

"Maybe," Stan replied as he leaned in to kiss Eleanor. She responded eagerly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Stan pulled away to smile at Eleanor. "Maybe my inspectors should get sick more often."

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There's chapter one.

Just a warning: this fanfic is a lot longer than the first. Though maybe not as funny, I hope you'll find it to be just as good. ^_^