Fox Mulder sat at the desk, pondering the evidence at hand. Scully came in, yawning as she took her coat off.

"So, what's this new case about?"

"Well, a girl disappeared out of her bedroom."

"Mulder, I really hope you don't think-"

"No I don't think that because there were a few traces of evidence. Fingerprints, and that sort of thing."

"Where is this place anyway?"

"Illinois." He answered in a flat tone. She sighed, thinking of the hell she'd have to go through with her mother.

"Well, if you don't want to come..." He said.

" No, I want to. We haven't had a case in over a week, but it's just my mother I'm going to have to deal with." Scully said. Mulder's eyes laughed at her while his mouth stayed serious. "She doesn't believe in travel in my 'condition'." He couldn't stop his mouth from smiling at that statement.

"So, are you going to come or not?"

"Mulder, tell me why on earth I wouldn't." She said, a smile coming to her face.

O-O-O-O-O

Mulder drove in silence, trying to avoid waking a sleeping Scully. He had noticed in the last few days that she never truly slept that well. Last night had been the worst, because she had to get up several times in the night to vomit. He tried to help her; holding her hair back, helping her back to bed. After she was done, he tried to comfort her by holding her in bed, but so many times, she had to get up again and again. He didn't know if she was truly sick or if this was just due to the baby. She was much more pale than usual, and definitely seemed to tire more easily. He lightly held her hand, and discovered that it was ice cold. A pang of fear throbbed in his mind. He quickly stopped the car while unbuckling his seat belt. He put a hand to her forehead, and to his dismay, he found that is was very warm. He knew she had a fever, and he grabbed her purse, looking through all of the compartments for some sort of medication. To his relief, he found a small package of Tylenol.

"Scully?" He said quietly. In response, she opened her bloodshot eyes slowly. "Here, put these in your mouth." Mulder handed her the two pills while he searched for a bottle of water. When he discovered an unopened one in the back seat, he handed it to her. She swallowed the combination of the pills and water slowly, hoping it would not come back up. After she was sure that it wouldn't go into reverse, she leaned her head against the side of the window, shutting her swollen eyes. He held her hand, trying to comfort her in some way. She gave him a tiny smile before drifting back to sleep. A few minutes later, he saw a sign, telling him that their destination was only a little longer away. He finally arrived in the small town, praying there would be some sort of motel. Thankfully, he saw a small, but nice looking motel. He came to a stop in the parking lot, thinking about waking Scully, but decided against it while he grabbed her badge out of her purse. He quickly went into the reception area, looking for someone to give him a room. A receptionist asked him if he needed help.

"Yeah, I need a bigger room for two." He also flashed his and Scully's FBI badges. "My partner's out in the car; she's been sick and I didn't want to drag her out in this rain if we couldn't get a room."

The receptionist nodded before getting up to get a key from a cabinet.

"Room 5. Go to the left, and it should be in that hall."

"Thanks." He said. The woman flashed him a smile before going back to what she was doing before. Mulder walked outside to the car, going to the driver's seat to open the trunk.

"Scully?" Mulder whispered. She looked at him, a little dizzy still. "We're in Parkview. I got a room." Scully nodded before opening the car door, jerking up in surprise at the rain. He grabbed both suitcases from the trunk before slamming it shut. Scully walked a little unsteady at first, but got better as they went inside. The same receptionist stared at her as she walked down the hall, seeing why Mulder said she had been sick. When they walked into the dark room, she felt the nausea start to return. She was able to make it to the bathroom before the few contents of her stomach spilled into the toilet. Then the heaves started to come. It seemed to take forever for the nausea to subside. When it stopped completely, she sat on the tile, leaned against the bathtub. Ten minutes later, she still hadn't come out.

"Scully? You alright?" Mulder asked. No response. Fear took hold of him as he quickly opened the door, finding her crying. He went in, trying to help her walk to the bed, but she was in no condition to walk. Without thinking, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He gently set her on the bed, asking her if she wanted anything. She shook her head no. Mulder then went to the car, and searched around town for some store. He finally found an IGA and practically ran inside. People stared at him as he searched the aisles for medicines. He looked through the different sections and decided on Thera-Flu. When he was at the checkout aisle, he grabbed a 7-Up as well. When he returned to the motel, Scully was sound asleep, looking even more exausted than before. He reluctantly woke her, not wanting to take her away from the wonderful solitude of sleep. She looked at him before giving a weak smile.

"Hi." She whispered. He smiled at her as well before opening the bottle of soda and the medicine.

"Here, take these with the 7-Up. Just drink it slowly, I don't want to see you throw up any more." He said. She nodded before taking a small sip of the fizzy drink. Discovering how thirsty she was, she took a few large gulps before putting the pills in her mouth as well. "Slow down!" Mulder warned her.

"I was thirsty." She said quietly. Exausted from sitting up for only a few minutes, she layed back down, feeling the heavenly comfort of her pillow. He laid down with her for a little while, rubbing her warm hand. When he was sure she was asleep, he jumped in the shower. How good it felt; the warm water against his clammy skin. When he was dressed, he turned off the television and let himself slide slowly into bed. He woke a few times that night to make sure Scully was okay, and he noticed that her fever had gone down. Right when he saw a glimpse of the sun starting to rise, he fell into a deep slumber, finally waking up at ten in the morning. Rubbing his eyes, he heard the sounds of the shower running. Scully came out in a towel, surprised to see him awake.

"I didn't know if you'd ever get up." She teased him.

"Well, I stayed up half the night just to make sure you weren't puking your insides out." He said. She smiled at him, truly smiled. "I see you don't look like a ghost anymore. How are you feeling?"

"A lot better. I guess that stuff really did the trick." She answered. Mulder avoided looking at her as she changed. She didn't like him to even see her in her underwear anymore, partly because of how she looked during her pregnancy. When she at least had a shirt on, he went into the bathroom to brush his teath. When he came out, he saw her still staring at her reflection in the mirror. He latched his arms around her from her back, hugging her.

"I think you look fine." Mulder said gently. Scully looked down, obviously not agreeing with him. "I don't care if anyone even teases you. No matter who it is, I will punch them in the face if they say one thing." He said defiantly. She smiled.

"Thanks. That's a comforting thought." She said. He kissed her wet hair with that statement. "By the way, I don't know if I can thank you enough for taking care of me these last few days. I bet it was kind of hard watching me throw up as much as I did."

"It wasn't that bad seeing it, but I just hated seeing you so sick."

"Mulder, next time you're sick, remind me to do the same thing for you."

"It's a deal." He said with a grin.