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A/N: I'm obsessed with this pairing, and considering there's not many fics about them, I thought I'd try it out. This is my first fic, so any criticism would be appreciated.

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Chapter 1

"He who seeks the Queen of All Knowledge, speak and be recognised."

"Hey Garcia, you're on speaker. Ready with the trap and trace?"

"Am I Ready?" Garcia gasped. "I feel betrayed you even have to ask me that. Just say when and I'll work some magic for you." She said with a slight tease in her voice. Luke rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile.

Only seconds later, Emily was on the phone with the prime suspect, keeping him distracted. He was an egotistical man, so it was fairly easy to maintain contact.

"Gotcha", she coughed up. "I've sent his position to your phones". Garcia had come down with something while the team were in Florida. Emily insisted she take sick leave, and Kevin offered to take over for this case. But she felt too guilty abandoning the team, especially on such a high priority case.

"Thank you. And Garcia, I'm ordering you to see the doctors once this case has finished. You don't sound too good." Emily demanded through the phone. She was firm, but really there was only love in her voice.

Garcia agreed and hung up the phone. Whatever she caught had got rapidly worse over the past few hours, she could barely concentrate on the screen. Her whole body was aching, and the pain in her chest was was excruciating. 'I'm no use like this', she thought. Standing, she made her way over to the kitchen, hoping a glass of water might soothe her throat. But only managed to get to the door when the room started to spin. She reached for the door handle trying to balance herself, only to slip, hitting her head on the table, and finally collapsing in a heap.

Luckily, an agent was walking past and noticed her hand through the crack in the door. He quickly swung the door open, revealing Garcia laying there unconscious.

"Hmm... Yes... Okay, I'll send an agent back immediately. Thank you for informing me.", Emily put down the phone, her face suddenly a lighter shade. The team gave each other confused glances, wondering why Emily looked so faint.

"Who was that?", Rossi inquired.

"That was the hospital, Garcia collapsed. The doctors said she'll be okay, she just needs a familiar face to wake up to".

Simultaneously the team started to panic. "Is she okay?", "When did she collapse?", "Damnit I should've known!"

Well all but one. Luke had stayed frighteningly quite, almost froze in place. He found himself blinking quicker than usual, holding back the tears which are trying to form in his eyes. He was confused why this news had effected him so much. Of course he cared deeply for her, but they had only known each other for a few of months.

It was only very recently, she allowed herself to enjoy his company. At first she didn't like the idea of someone replacing Morgan and her stubborn self made it clear she wouldn't welcome the newbie into the team, into her family.. But Luke made it fucking hard. She noticed the way he stared, how he bit his lips when she spoke. Now she only pretends to hate him, but he'll never know that.

It was a blur from then on. Emily had sent him on the next flight back to DC. He couldn't get off the plane quick enough. When he arrived to the hospital, he got signed in and a nurse directed him to her room. He froze outside her door and took a deep breathe in. Shaking a little, Luke opened the door.

"Took your time, Special Agent in training", she spoke in a voice he couldn't decipher. But by the way she was smirking, he had quite the idea.

"You're alright? Oh thank god", Luke couldn't hide the relief in his voice.

"Yep - " Garcia got interrupted by her own coughing fit. "totally fine". This time however, she coughed up blood.

In one long stride, Luke was crouched down by her side. Without any thought, he started to stroke her arm. He noticed she was burning up. His eyes must've looked worried because Garcia reassured him it was okay. "This is normal, I have acute bronchitis. The doctors have said I could go home... But someone has to stay with me the whole time." Dropping the last three words of the sentence into a unsure grumble she added, "You don't have to stay with me, I understand if you need to get back to the team. I mean, I want you to... The team needs you. It's just - "

"Hey you, I'm staying." he spoke in a hoarse whisper. Garcia opened her month to reply but Luke stopped her. "No arguments, I'm taking you home." His voice was soft and assuring.

A faint blush was forming in her cheeks, looking down she muffled "Thank you."