It was approaching seven o'clock as the twelfth precinct in New York City slowly shut down for the night. Many officers had left returning home to their families. Others were just wrapping up cases from the day's work. Detective Kate Beckett is among the latter.
"You going home boss?" Javier Esposito asked nodding his head towards Kate Beckett. Beckett looked up from the file she was working on and flashed him a smile.
"As soon as I finish this."
"Alright, don't work too hard. Night."
"Thanks. Night," Beckett mumbled as she returned to her file. It was nearly eleven thirty before Kate Beckett shut off her desk light and left the precinct and practically midnight by the time she made it to her apartment.
Taking off her coat, she made her way over to the couch and picked up the remote. Television was always a quick way to unwind before heading to bed. Reading was her favorite right before she went to bed. That's why there wasn't a television in her bedroom.
As always Kate Beckett had arrived home later than any primetime shows were playing. Smiling to herself she realized this was why she paid extra for DirecTV. Flipping through the channels Kate Beckett settled on watching NCIS.
Once episode later, Beckett dragged herself to bed to find the fictional characters had made their way into her dream. This wasn't something new to her. What was new was being woken up not by her cell phone but by sudden chills.
Beckett blinked her eyes into consciousness and looked around her room. The temperature was the same as she always had it. Waging a mental war, Beckett finally gave up and went to her closet where she knew there was an extra blanket hiding. Wrapping herself in it, she made her way to the bathroom and grabbed the thermometer on her way back to bed. Taking her temperature quickly, she noted that it was 100.9. Groaning to herself, Beckett attempted to fall back asleep determined to figure out this mystery later.
It wasn't long before she was awaken again this time with a feeling of nausea. Beckett tossed and turned in bed before the nausea grew unbearable. Dragging herself to the bathroom Kate Beckett sat on the cold tile floor clutching her stomach thinking of possible causes for her sudden illness.
'There's a slight fever, chills, and now I feel nauseous. If I were tired I might think this is the flu,' She thought to herself right before a yawn escaped her. Groaning in frustration Kate Beckett thought of the alternatives.
"It's four o'clock in the morning that's why I'm tired," She declared out loud resting her head against the bathroom wall slowly closing her eyes. Just then a wave a nausea hit and made her lean over the toilet in fear as she began depositing the contents of her stomach. Thinking back Kate Beckett knew there wasn't any food left in her stomach to come up so the only thing left was stomach acid.
Sitting back with tears in her eyes from her burning throat, Kate Beckett transformed into a child again calling out her mother. This only brought new fresh tears when realization sank in. After a few minutes the nausea seemed to wear off and Kate dragged herself back to bed. One day she hoped that there would be someone to take care of her when she sick. Someone who would help her not out of responsibility but out of love. Those were her last thoughts before sleep took over her exhausted body.
A/N: This is a true story in a way because it happened to me last night. The entire part of Kate being at home was me. Today was a sick day and as a result I wrote this lol. I'm really sorry if I grossed anyone out with the description of the bathroom scene. I really tried to be as discrete as possible.