A/n- Hello everyone! This is my newest project. It's most likely going to end up a two or three chapter story. I don't really know yet! XD.

I'd like to dedicate this to LithiumDelusions, Daxemon and PriyaLaLita. Your works have inspired me and given me the strength to write my own. I hope you enjoy.

Huge thanks to my beta, sussiekitten. She's positively amazing; this would have been impossible without her help.

On with the show!


Jemmy J. Adams was positively miserable.

He had the sniffles, his head was pounding and he swore that there was something alive in his sinuses. He was coughing uncontrollably, and he was having trouble breathing.

When he had woken up that morning, he coughed up a huge amount of phlegm, and couldn't even see straight until after his shower.

Work was going to suck.


Drake Parker, on the other hand, was pacing a storm in the office he shared with JJ. Drake himself had arrived on time, which was unusual for him. This, however, was not the cause of his pacing.

JJ was never late. Never. Not in their entire partnership had Detective Adams arrived late for work, even when Drake had spent the night in the Californian's penthouse. For JJ to be late something drastic must have happened; thus, Drake felt the need to pace.

It was around 8:20 when Drake finally decided to leave the office and go searching for his partner. Just as he reached the door, it swung open, nearly striking him in the face. JJ veritably fell across the threshold, tripped, and was caught and picked back up by Drake. Jemmy immediately went into a coughing fit.

"JJ! Are you ok?" asked the very worried detective.

"Ugh…" was all that JJ managed to get out.

Drake took an inventory of the lavender-haired man. His face was lightly flushed, he was sweating a bit, and his breathing was mildly labored. Drake leaned over his partner, and without thinking anything of it, pressed his lips to JJ's forehead to ascertain the young detective's temperature. He pulled away after a few seconds.

"You definitely have a fever. Come on, you're taking a sick day, and I'm taking you home," said Drake commandingly.

"Nhn…" groaned the sick young man. Had he been feeling better, he would have jumped at the pressure on his forehead, but instead he stood slowly and wobbled. He could not catch himself, but felt a pair of strong, muscular arms wrap around him, and he snuggled into the warmth on instinct.

"Easy, buddy. I gotcha," said the elder of the two.


The two detectives walked back to JJ's apartment, as it was the closer of the two. Or rather, one detective walked, dragging the other alongside him in a stupor. When they arrived, the doorman to the apartment recognized the L.A. Native and held the door for the two. Drake steered JJ into the elevator, and held him as it began its slow ascent. They eventually reached the 8th floor, at which point the two men exited and began stumbling towards the penthouse. When they arrived, Drake tried the door.

Of course. Locked.

Drake rearranged the man to his side so he could get into JJ's pockets to check for a key. Although JJ was relatively out of it, he could feel the hands against his thigh and in a feverish haze recognized Drake next to him.

"Wha…what are you d-doing?" he asked, stuttering. His tongue felt like lead against his mouth, and he could tell he was really sick.

Drake's head snapped up at his partner's voice.

"I took you home. I talked to both the commissioner and the chief. Ryo and Dee are gonna cover our shifts so that I can take care of you."

"But…why?" asked the lilac haired detective.

Drake thought about it for a moment before simply saying, "You're sick. Now come on, let's get you inside," as the lock clicked and the door opened.

The two walked down the hall and into JJ's bedroom. Drake slowly and carefully laid the sick detective down before searching his penthouse for any kind of medicine. He also called the doctor, who called the pharmacy, who called Drake to let him know the anti-biotic was ready. Drake came back to find JJ twitching and shivering. When he felt his skin, it was cold, but his face was flushed. Drake quickly undressed his partner, blushing lightly at the removal of the belt and pants. He could clearly see the bulge that was JJ through the skimpy boxer-briefs the young man wore. He forced himself to look away.

//Now is NOT the time to start fantasizing about JJ!// he thought angrily. He tucked the California boy under the covers, and rubbed his head lightly. He ran out of the house to get the medicine from the pharmacy two blocks away, and hurried back as soon as he could.


JJ, on the other hand, was in the middle of a series of warped fever dreams. He dreamt of L.A., of his friends, of the police station.

But for the most part, he dreamt of Drake.

He dreamed of his newest heartbreak, of the kiss they shared on the rooftop a few weeks back, of events yet to come in the bedroom that made him shiver beyond the chill in his bones. He felt like he was on fire and yet freezing at the same time, and curled into a ball. All he could remember was getting to work and Drake's expression of worry. It made him happy to know that Drake did feel SOMETHING towards him, though at the moment his thoughts were disoriented and chaotic. He shivered again, this time from the cold, and fell asleep once more.


When Drake arrived back he checked in on JJ, who was curled into a ball and asleep. He decided that JJ needed to have something to eat before taking the strong drugs, and searched for a can of chicken soup. Unfortunately, the only thing JJ had left along the lines of chicken soup was a small pack of chicken-flavored ramen. He began breaking the noodles up, and put a pot of water on to boil. As he waited for the water to heat up, he went back to check on his friend. JJ was still shivering. Drake looked at his watch. He had about ten minutes until the water boiled, and he knew JJ needed to warm up. He took off his shoes and climbed into bed with the younger man, wrapped his arms around him and buried his nose into JJ's neck. The younger man blushed a little brighter, and in his fevered haze, spun around to latch onto the man next to him. He buried his nose into Drake's collarbone.

"So…warm…" murmured the sick man. Drake just held him and donated his warmth until the alarm went off. He attempted to get up, but found himself trapped by two arms and two legs entwined with his body.

"JJ…you need to let go. I have to go get your soup ready," said the blonde man.

"Not letting go," asserted a very cold (and yet burning up) JJ.

Drake tried to pry JJ away, but couldn't get his partner off of him. He decided that ultimately, he could cook like this. He very carefully stood up. JJ was wrapped around him, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He walked slowly into the kitchen, and turned the temperature down on the stove. He opened the package of ramen, pulled out the seasoning packet, added the noodles and the seasoning, and stirred for three minutes until it was ready to eat, all the while holding JJ away from the stove. He turned the stove off and looked at JJ.

"JJ, you have to let go. You're about to have soup and some medicine; I promise you'll be warm," commented Drake.

JJ sighed into his neck, and slowly let himself down. He wobbled, and Drake steadied him. They walked together over to a chair, and Drake helped the younger sit down.

The lilac haired man realized that although he was still stuffy, feverish and had a headache, everything seemed a little less severe. His eyes were closed, and light was a little painful, but it wasn't as bad as this morning.

Drake poured some of the steaming food into small bowl, and put it in front of his partner. He then pulled out an orange pill bottle, opened it and placed one of the capsules next to the bowl.

"Alright JJ, eat the soup and then take your medicine, ok?" said the concerned blonde man.

"Mhm…" trailed off the younger detective, shoving a steaming spoonful of soup into his mouth happily. Well, as happily as someone with the flu can.

"I called us both in at work. I took a couple days off. I took you off for the whole week," said the elder.

JJ's head shot up.

"Drake! I can't take a week off from work! You know I—"

"Am sick? Yes, I do. You aren't going to work this week, and that's final," he said.

"But—"

"But nothing," said Drake with finality.

JJ huffed, finished his soup and downed his pills. He stood, and shakily sat down.

Drake stood and walked over to his friend. He picked JJ up, slinging the Californian's arm over his shoulder, and walked towards the bedroom. When they made it, he tucked the lilac-haired man into bed.

"Goodnight, Jemmy. Sleep well," he said into JJ's ear. Within in seconds, the sick man fell into sleep.

Drake shuffled into the living room and sat down on JJ's couch. He needed to think about some things. Namely, the L.A. Native, and his feelings on the man. If someone had told him a month ago he would have been kissed by Detective Adams, he probably would have laughed and then walked away. However, this was not the case. He thought back to that day on the roof.


"Drake-sempai! Wallowing in your loneliness, I see. Did you get dumped by some girl again?" asked a curious JJ.

Drake glared at him.

"Can't you show a guy a little sympathy? Talking so casually about it…" he said sadly.

"I'm just shocked it happened again…Don't know why I'm surprised, though. This seems to happen frequently with you," he commented bluntly.

"Hey, cut me a break already! Besides, I don't get dumped THAT often…" he trailed off.

"Gah, to hell with it all! Who needs women!? From this day forth I shall live for work! Career advancement, here I come," he was, of course, not completely serious, but angry at the female gender in general.

"It's alright. Not like I don't know how you feel," said a dejected JJ.

"In a sense. But you still have your 'Dee-Sempaii 3' to chase after!" Drake was convinced he was worse off.

"…Heh. Not exactly. It just hasn't been the same…not since things changed between those two…" JJ trailed off, entirely depressed.

"Those two…do you mean Dee and Ryo? Am I missing something here?" asked Drake, confused.

"I guess it figures that you wouldn't have caught on by now," said a sulking JJ.

Drake turned around, leaning his back against the low wall at the edge of the roof.

"Grr…what's with the insult-fest today, huh?" he asked, irritated with all the teasing.

"It looks like…I've been rejected after all," said the lilac-haired man, giving up his last claim upon Dee at long last.

Drake's heartstrings pulled against his chest as he looked with sorrow-filled eyes at JJ.

"Hey, don't worry too much about it. So it didn't work out…there are plenty of fish in the sea, right?" asked the New York native, trying to cheer up his partner. He reached over and ruffled the lilac hair.

"…I guess you're right, sempai," he said, feeling a little better.

"Of course I'm right. Believe me, I've been there, done that, got the damn t-shirt. Besides, you'll find the right person one of these days. Trust me," said Drake, finishing his little pep-talk.

All of the sudden, a pair of lips was upon his, crushing against him with enthusiasm. He felt a hand upon his left cheek, felt the heat rise to his cheeks, saw a flushing JJ with closed eyes far too close. He was stunned! Suddenly, JJ broke it off a moment later. Was it a moment, or an hour? He couldn't tell.

"Yep, you were right! Gotta find someone new and I trust you!" said JJ, back to his enthusiastic self.

"On that note, let's go grab a bite to eat. I know just the place. Just have to find the number, right Drake sempai-!" He trailed off, noticing Drake still against the wall, blush on his face.

"Well, are you coming or not? I'm not going to wait all day, you know," said the irritated Californian.


Drake touched his fingers to his lips. He was unsure about how he felt about this. Originally, when he had been told his partner was gay, he was a little upset. Once he got to know JJ, he quickly got over his initial homophobia. He was always close to the L.A. native. When JJ came back from a sniper call, it was Drake who calmed him down, reassured him that it was the right thing to do. When Dee made JJ cry, it was Drake who felt a need to quiet him and convince him that everything was ok. That, and it gave him an insatiable need to drive his fist into Dee's face.

Well, one thing was for sure; JJ certainly was the only thing on his mind more often than not. When he went on dates with girls, he would often wonder what JJ was doing that night. In fact, several girls had broken up with him because JJ mattered more than they did.

And Drake had to admit that it was true. Because JJ did matter to him…more than any girl on Earth.