Here it is, folks. For all you Mike lovers, my newest Mike oneshot. I've been tossing the idea around in my head for a few days, and I finally sat down and wrote it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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Captain James Deakins liked to think that he was a good captain. He watched out for his detectives, and he got as close to them as they would allow. In several cases, he felt like those detectives were his children. Especially where Mike Logan and Bobby Goren were concerned.
He walked into the apartment building, holding a brown paper bag. Logan had called in sick that day, and he knew the man. He would probably just drink beer and not sleep, worsening the ailment. So he had decided to come by with a bottle of fever reducer, Gatorade, and a container of soup his wife had insisted that he bring.
"He's probably not eating," she said firmly, pressing the container into Deakins' hands. "Give this to him."
He chuckled to himself as he arrived at the right door and knocked on it, then waited for Mike to come to the door.
A few moments later, the door cracked open, and Deakins gave him a sympathetic smile. His nose was red, his eyes swollen, and his face was flushed with fever.
"Captain?" he asked hoarsely. "What are you doing here?"
Deakins held out the bag. "Angie sent you some soup. You should be eating."
"Thanks..." He took the bag.
"How do you feel?" Deakins asked in a fatherly manner.
Mike opened his mouth to answer, but a feminine voice caught the attention of both of the men.
"Hon, what are you doing out of bed?" Carolyn scolded gently, and Deakins' eyebrows shot up to his hairline as an unmistakably feminine arm slid around Mike's waist.
Mike paled, and Deakins turned his head, seeing for himself who was there. Barek... He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I, uh, see you do have someone making sure you eat..."
Mike nodded uncomfortably. "She does..."
Deakins stood there for several moments. "I'll just... get out of here and let you get some rest."
"Thanks for the visit, sir."
The older man nodded, and the small smile that played at his lips before he walked away told Mike that they weren't in trouble.
Mike shut the door again, then turned around to face Carolyn. Coughing pitifully, he opened his robe and said pitifully, "I think I need some more of that rubbing stuff for my chest, Carolyn."
The End!
A/N: Cute, huh? I always see Mike as the kind of guy, when he's sick, always demanding attention. Like a kid. LOL. But not just anyone's attention. Carolyn's, of course. I hope that made people smile. The image of it made me smile. Please remember to review!