Summary: Andrew takes care of a sick and stubborn Emily.

Emily's eyes slowly fluttered open. But as soon as the light hit her eyes, she quickly slammed them shut again with a groan. Her hand came to rest against her pounding head, sinking further into her bedsheets.

"Hey." Andrew said, coming out of her en suite and making his way over to the bed. "You okay?"

She looked paler than normal. She had always had a very pale complexion, but this was almost a sickly shade of white.

"No." She moaned. "I feel like death."

He frowned, and moved from his position standing next to her, to sit down comfortably beside her. He gently moved her hand, and brushed aside her bangs before placing his hand on her forehead. His frowned deepened as he felt her burning hot flesh against his.

"Em, I think you may have a fever. You should probably call in sick."

She blinked an eye open, frown lines appearing on her forehead as her face scrunched up. "No, I'll just get some medicine, I'll be fine."

He rolled his eyes at her stubbornness. "Baby I don't think going into work is a good idea. You're burning up."

She shook her head, slowly sitting up against her headboard, barely stifling a grunt of pain. Her whole body was screaming in protest, practically begging her to crawl back under the covers and sleep, but she was determined to get on with the day.

"Andrew I'm fine."

He stared at her for a second, seeing past her poker face and noticing the pain she was in. He suddenly reached across to her night stand and grabbed her phone, he stood up and paced around the room whilst pulling up Rossi's contact information. He hit dial and pressed the phone to his ear, patiently waiting for the man to answer.

"Rossi."

"Hey, Agent Rossi, it's Andrew Mendoza." He spoke, choosing to completely ignore the death glare Emily was giving him. She knew full well that he knew she was probably too weak to get up and stop him.

"Hey, what can I do for you? Is Emily okay?" Rossi asked.

"That's why I'm calling. She's got a fever and I'm fairly certain she is too sick to go to work, but you know her, she's stubborn and refuses to call in sick so I'm doing it for her." Andrew answered, turning his back to Emily.

"Ahh I see." He said chuckling. "How's she taking that?"

He turned his head to look at her for a second. Upon seeing her still adorably angry face, he replied. "Well if looks could kill I'm pretty sure I'd be dead right about now."

Rossi laughed. "Good luck with that one. Give me a call when she's feeling better."

"Will do." Andrew chuckled. "Bye." He hung up, now giving his full attention to his still angry girlfriend.

She continued to glare it him. "Why did you do that?" She exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest.

He smiled at her. "Because you are sick and too stubborn to admit it."

"I'm fine! A spoonful of medicine and I'd be ready to go out the door!"

"Well then think of it as a chill out day to just relax here with

me."

She pouted slightly, making him have to bite his tongue to stop from bursting out into hysterics. She was absolutely adorable when she was mad, but he refrained from saying it out loud as he knew she would do him bodily harm.

"C'mon I can't be that bad." he said, walking back over to her and sitting beside her again.

She looked at him for a second, biting her lip. "Hmmm, I guess not."

"See, that wasn't so hard to admit now was it?" he said, gently pulling her close to him so she could wrap her arms around his neck.

"Oh yes, it was, it tore my heart in two." She teased dramatically.

He playfully pinched her side, causing them both to laugh softly. He then leaned down to press his lips to hers, but was surprised when she pulled back slightly.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

"I don't want you to get sick." She admitted. "I can already feel my nose clogging up and I know I've already got a fever and I'd hate for you to get it."

He chuckled. "Oh, so you're finally admitting you're sick then?"

"Yes. Are you happy now?"

"Almost." He replied, before quickly swooping in and capturing her mouth with his. It took her a moment, but she eventually gave in to his wants and kissed him back.

"For the record," He mumbled against her lips, refusing to lessen their contact by pulling away. "I don't care if I get sick. Being with you makes it worth it."

She furrowed her eyebrows with a smile. "That was really sappy."

"I know." he said. "But it was the truth."

Her eyes dropped to his chest as a lopsided grin came across her face. "Thank you."

"Always." He said sincerely. He stared at her for a while, one of his his hands which had previously been settled on her waist, moved to gently stroke her side, whilst the other came up to brush a stray lock of her dark hair behind her ear.

"How's your head?" He asked.

She moved her head from side to side. "So, so. I've had worse but it isn't pleasant."

He moved her bangs aside again, and lightly pressed his soft lips to her skin. So delicately, it was as if adding any more pressure would only increase the pain more.

She closed her eyes at the intimate gesture, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. As he pulled back, he rubbed his nose lightly against hers, using the hand that was pushing away her hair to rub her jaw softly.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked quietly, tracing the contours of her face with his fingers.

She grimaced. "Not much. My body feels like it's on fire so I'd stay in bed all day if I had a choice."

"Your wish is my command." he pecked her lips. "You, are going to lay here whilst I go and make you my Mom's special soup. It has a magic healing affect."

Emily chuckled. "I hope so." She tried to hide the yawn that was coming, but failed miserably. Andrew smiled at her before getting up from the bed.

"Lie down Em, I'll be back soon." He said, helping her lay back down under her soft cotton sheets. He lent down and kissed her cheek before making his way to her kitchen.

20 minutes later, he slowly made his way back to her bedroom, a steaming bowl of soup in his hands. He opened the door and his heart practically melted at the sight. Emily was curled up on the side of the bed he usually slept on when he stayed over, fast asleep, her hand clutching his pillow and the sheet completely covering her shoulders. He could see her shivering slightly and he quickly went over to the bed and sat beside her again.

He placed the soup on the night stand and put his hand on her arm. He gently shook her, not wanting to startle her and it took a moment, but her eyes gradually started to open.

As her eyes adjusted to the sunlight streaming through the bedroom, they landed on her boyfriend, his soft smile causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. It never failed to surprise her how happy he made her without really trying.

"Hi." Emily rasped out, lazily stretching her muscles. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah, but it's okay." He lent forward and kissed the top of her head. "You ready for your soup? I brought you some medicine too, hopefully it will kick in soon."

She nodded groggily, attempting to sit up, but struggling in the process. He tried to help, but she swatted his hands away, a dry 'I'm fine' escaping her lips. He rolled his eyes, but let her do it herself.

She sat heavily against the headboard, her hand clutching the sheet tightly to her body. He carefully passed her the bowl of soup and the pills, watching as she took them into her hands, taking a sip of the water beside her as she swallowed the pills before blowing on the soup gently, grabbing the spoon from his other hand and taking a spoonful of the steamy liquid.

She let it run down her throat, a content feeling of warmth spreading through her.

"Good?" He asked.

She nodded, smiling, before looking into his dark brown eyes. "Very good." she replied, taking another mouthful.

He beamed at her. He sat and watched her finish the soup for the next few minutes. Once she had done, she returned the bowl to its previous position on the night stand, before she gingerly laid back against the pillows. She patted the spaced next to her, indicating for him to come sit beside her.

"I can already feel the medicine kicking in." She let out through another yawn. "Come lay with me."

He didn't hesitate for a second, quickly slipping in under the covers beside her, lifting his arm in the process. She wasted no time cuddling into his side, her head laying snuggly on his chest as she felt his muscular arm wrap tightly around her shoulders, pulling her impossibly close.

Emily could feel herself slowly drifting off again, the bunged up nose, sore throat or pounding head not bothering her at all as she lay contently in the arms of the man she loved. She could just about hear him sigh happily, before placing a kiss to her temple.

"Sleep, baby." Andrew whispered.

She nuzzled closer to him, her nose just grazing the side of the soft skin of his neck, before she dozed off into a deep sleep.

A few days later, Emily was standing outside Andrew's apartment door. She had just got off from work, and she had decided to surprise him by stopping by with some dinner, but was surprised when after the first knock, no one answered.

She frowned, before knocking again. She waited, and waited, but there was still no answer.

She pulled out her phone, and was about to text him, when the front door gradually opened, revealing a worn down looking Andrew.

Her jaw dropped, a slight chuckling passing her lips. "You look rough."

He glared at her, one hand on his hip. "I'm sick."

She tightly pursed her lips, trying desperately to suppress the grin her mouth wanted to form. "I told you," She started, her voice a dead give away that she found his state quite amusing. "You should've stayed away." She teased.

A/N: So, finally a chapter I'm pleased with! I'm sorry for the slow update, I went away for a few days with my family and I wanted to stay offline as much as possible. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Reviews are much appreciated!