So, I know I said I wasn't going to update for a while, but it was a long plane ride to Australia and Mitch and I write together when we're bored. Ok, the wedding. Oh wow…where do I start? The best way to describe the wedding is probably the most incredible, beautiful, emotional, love-affirming…You know what? There really isn't a way to accurately describe just how wonderful it was. It's like I'm complete now. We've always been connected, but to be joined together with Mitch like that? I'm pretty sure I'm the happiest person in the world! As he slid the ring on my finger, he whispered just loud enough so only I could hear "Forever and ever." And now, we are SO ready to start a family! Here's a little selection from his vows: "I can't wait to spend every day of the rest of my life and everything after that with you. I don't care if you're old and grey, as long you're by my side. It's always been us against the world and that's never going to change" … "Soon we'll be starting the next chapter in our lives and I couldn't be more ready. I was ready the day we spilled coffee all over each other. Soon, we'll be parents to how ever many children we're blessed with and I can't wait to watch our little miracles grow up and call us mommy and daddy." Gosh, I love him. There's a lot more, but I should get to the story. If you want details, feel free to PM me!

Summary: Steve and Danny get sick and spend the day together being whiny like most men are when they catch a cold. However, the relaxing day they had hoped for doesn't go according to plan.

"Pass the tissues, wouldya?" Danny sniffed.

"Here ya go. You got the DayQuil over there?" Danny nodded and passed over the bottle of vile orange liquid. Steve uncapped the bottle and poured out the correct dosage. Taking an experimental sniff, he cringed and tossed it back, his face scrunching up in disgust as he did so. "Urrrhggh. Stuff's nasty." Steve complained.

"What'd you expect? A Mai Tai?" Danny quipped, blowing his nose loudly.

"Something besides poison. I'm gonna complain to Vick's about there's flavor."

"I'll drink to that." Danny said, raising his mug of tea. Steve raised his own and the two clinked glasses.

"Cheers." Steve mumbled sleepily.

"Cheers." Danny replied as he readjusted his pillow. "I dunno 'bout you, babe, but I'm sick of bein' sick."

"Agreed. This is why I will never have children. They are little disease factories."

"Watch it. That's my little disease factory you're talking about." Danny warned jokingly.

"Well, she is the one that gave us the plague."

"You're such a drama queen, Steven. This was going around HPD long before it hit Grace. We probably picked it up there."

"Whatever. It probably originated from some kid somewhere."

"Cynic." Danny muttered.

"Blind dreamer." Steve retorted.

"Mmmph, let it go. We're sick, let's just suck it up and deal with it." Danny said, breaking off into a painful coughing fit.

"Cough drop?" Danny nodded and accepted the small lozenge.

"I am so ready for this to be over."

"What happened to sucking it up and dealing with it?" Steve questioned gloomily.

"Shut up."

"Jeez…touchy." They fell silent for a moment, wallowing in their own misery. Suddenly, there was a loud crack and, even with their plugged up ears, they could tell it was the sound of Steve's window being shattered. Clumsily, they both reached for the guns on their hips when they realized that they weren't there. They shared a look, then silently disentangled themselves from their blankets and moved toward the sound. In the kitchen, they found two impossibly large men.

"You sure this is the house?" the first one asked.

"Yeah. Where do you think he hid it? Boss wants that evidence real bad." That was enough for Steve and Danny. With what little energy they had, they launched themselves at the two men. Using his smaller size, Danny jumped on the back of his guy and wrapped a muscular arm around his neck, effectively knocking the man out within seconds. Steve however, was having a little more trouble. His balance was off as a result of the cold so almost none of his blows connected. Once Danny was certain his guy was out, he rushed over to help Steve. Using the same move as before, he jumped on the man's back and held his head still while Steve punched his lights out. When at last the second intruder had fallen, Steve and Danny sunk to floor, exhausted and panting heavily. After a moment, Steve fished out his phone and dialed Chin's number.

"Steve, what are you doing? I thought you and Danny were supposed to be resting." Chin asked without preamble.

"Change of plans. Can you come over here?"

"What's wrong? Why are you so out of breath?" Chin questioned with concern.

"Couple o' guys broke into my house. Danny and I took 'em out, but we need ya to come pick 'em up."

"God, Danny's right. You're a danger magnet. How in the hell do you turn a sick day into this?"

"It's a talent. You comin' or what?"

"Yeah, we're on our way. You guys need an ambulance?"

"I'm good. Danno, you good?"

"Oh, just swell." Danny said, coughing harshly.

"We'll be fine. But, do you think you could pick up some medicine at the store on your way? DayQuil tastes nasty." Steve could almost hear Chin shaking his head.

"Alright, Kono will swing by and grab some and meet us at your place. Be there soon. Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"Me? Stupid?" Steve asked in mock incredulity. Chin hung up. "Hmmpff." Steve huffed indignantly.

"He comin'?" Danny asked tiredly.

"Yeah, they'll be here soon."

"Next sick day I vote we spend at my place. Lot less nut jobs tryin' to break in."

"Oh no. There won't be another sick day."

"So Super SEAL is impervious to germs now? You gonna will 'em away with your ESP?"

"Yes." Steve said matter-of-factly. Danny shook his head.

"Well, don't come cryin' to me when you get a cold."

"I won't because I won't get a cold."

"Animal."

"Sticks and stones, Danny. Sticks and stones." Danny snorted derisively. They waited in companionable, if exhausted, silence for another few minutes until a knock on the door sounded.

"Steve? Danny?" Chin's voice called.

"S'open." Steve replied. A moment later, Chin, Duke, and Kono, holding a box of grape flavored cold medicine, entered the kitchen.

"You boys have certainly been busy." Duke mused. "Alright, well I'll get this filth off your hands." He handcuffed the two men who were just starting to come around, then waved two officers in who dragged the thugs out to the waiting squad cars. "Enjoy your sick day." Duke said with a smile. Once he had left, Chin and Kono squatted down in front of their teammates.

"Any particular reason you're sitting on the floor?" Chin asked.

"It's not so bad." Danny said hoarsely.

"Couch's too far 'way." Steve replied honestly. Chin and Kono both laughed.

"Alright, let's get you two to the living room. Come on, we'll help." Kono said kindly. Soon, they were settled back under their blankets. Chin put on reruns of some sixties cop show where the main character had some incredible hair. Kono went to the kitchen and made them soup. They accepted the bowls of heavenly smelling liquid with grateful smiles. When they finally dozed off, Chin shut of the TV and Kono cleared away the dishes. Leaving the medicine within easy reach, they left for the night, planning to show up bright and early tomorrow to make sure they didn't do anything else stupid.

There ya go! Silly little thing, but Mitch and I had fun!