This is short - I know! :/ I'm hoping to get more done soon, I was so excited to get this out there and to see what you guys think. Let me know!

Mackenzie McHale sat alone in her office for a moment. She had the morning rundown in a few minutes and she had to pull herself together before she left the confines of her space.
She knew that she should have called in sick. Taken the day to rest. After all, that's how this all happened in the first place, she assumed. Mackenzie started to feel off about two days ago, but brushed it off without thinking twice. Today, it was the worst that it has ever been.
Mackenzie sneezed. She reached for the tissue to wipe her already red and swollen nose before walking across the bullpen to he meeting room.

"You look like shit." Will said nonchalantly from the other side of the table.

"Thank you, Will." Mackenzie replied. She knew she looked horrible, if she looked at all like she felt.

"You should go home. I can handle this." Jim stood up and spoke quietly to her.

"But-" Mackenzie held up her hand.

"Seriously." Jim pressed. He had his back to the group of 10 people that all stared at the duo.

"Okay." She handed over the papers, shoulders slumping. "Send me a full report in a few hours."

"Got it." Jim took the papers from her and ushered her out the door.

"I'm going to go check on her." Will followed.

Back in her office, Mackenzie sat in her chair. She should've fought Jim harder, she could stay.

"Mac," Will walked into her office without knocking. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Just an allergy or flu."

"You realize those are two separate types of sickness."

"Yes. I'm just not sure which one I have. I haven't been sick in years, I don't even know what to take to help me sleep at night. And there are so many variations and flavors..."

"Go to my place, there is medication in my bathroom. I'll have Lonney take you there now." Will was already pulling out his phone and texting Lonney.

"Don't be ridiculous, Will." Mackenzie stood up quickly causing the room to spin. She started to sway and she closed her eyes in hopes to regain control. Will noticed her balance was off, he reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her.

"Will." Mackenzie leaned into his hand. He caught her body when she dropped her head to his shoulder. His arm snaked around to wrap around her waist. She took a couple of deep breaths.

"Lonney is downstairs. Can you make it down or do you want me to go down with you."

"Come with me, please." She didn't move. Will knew that if she was asking for help, she was letting all her defenses down. She fisted his sweater in one grip while the other hand help hold her body from falling over by leaning on the desk.

"Okay." Will gathered her things up and grabbed her jacket. Mackenzie stood where he left her. "When was the last time you ate? Or slept?"

"Yeah." Mackenzie looked at him. He motioned for her to follow him.

"No. When?"

"I ate Wednesday. I tried yesterday, but nothing came of it."

"We will get you something on the way. What about sleep?"

"I couldn't last night."

"The meds will help with that." He opened the car door to the backseat. She was in a clouded dazed. She couldn't remember how she got from his office to the vehicle.

Will wasn't shocked by her behavior. He knew Mackenzie would still work full force even if she was on her death bed. He also knew that she wasn't going to allow anyone else to take care of her the way that he would. He made a mental note to call Jim and let him know he'd be out for the night's broadcast.

"Take this." Will handed over the small medicine cup filled with a dark liquid. Mackenzie eyeballed it suspiciously.

"What is it?" She was leaning against the bathroom doorframe.

"It's going to help you sleep."

"Will-"

"Trust me, Mac." He watched her for a moment before adding, "It's NyQuill."

She brought it up to her mouth and quickly threw back the shot before she could argue more.

"I'll have Lonney run to your place, but in the mean time," he rummaged through one of his drawers and came up with a pair of sweat pants and one of his white shirts. "You can borrow this."

"I don't want to be any trouble. Lonney can take me back to work now."

"You'll be passed out and drooling all over my pillow in about 5 minutes."

"We have work that needs-"

"Kenzie," he put his hands on her shoulders, backing her up to the bed. "I'm not going to tell you again. Put the clothes on and get some sleep."

"I don't even feel tired."

"Then change, I'll find the least entertaining movie and watch it with you."

"Can we watch that new one that just came out?"

"I said least entertaining."

"Well what's the point of that?" Mackenzie still wasn't grasping the concept. He walked away from her and closed the door behind him. He went to the kitchen and looked in his fridge for something he could feed her.
Realizing he had nothing, Will pulled out his phone and began to assemble a text message to Lonney.

It had been a few moments and he still hadn't seen her emerge from the bedroom. He walked over to the door and slowly opened it. He found her laying in his bed, changed into his clothes, while hers lumped in a pile at the foot of the bed. He pulled the comforter put to cover her body. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching this woman that he loved.

"Sleep good, Kenzie." He whispered.