Here you go :) This one's not much, but they're getting there I promise! I know you guys are getting antsy but I'm enjoying making their relationship complicated, because let's face it, are they ever really simple and easy? This one's a two-part moment, so the next one will take place after this one :)

Walt

I'm sitting at the Red Pony eating dinner with Cady when Vic walks in through the door. She doesn't notice us at first, or at all actually until Cady calls her name.

"Vic!"

She looks around as she to tries to figure out who called her name. She finally spots us at the other end of the bar. She doesn't look good. I mean, she always looks good, but there's something off about her. She seems preoccupied, maybe?

"Hey guys," she mutters as she walks in our direction. "What's going on?"

"Oh, we're just having a little father/daughter dinner," Cady beams. "What about you?"

"Just came in for some food. I didn't feel like cooking," she replies a little out of breath.

There's definitely something wrong with her. "You okay? You don't look so good."

"Thanks," she grunts as she takes a seat next to Cady, swiveling her chair towards us.

"I didn't mean it like that, you always look good." Her mouth curls up into a small smile, and I can see Cady looking at me out of the corner of my eye. "I uhh… I just meant that you don't look like you feel well, that's all."

She attempts a smile. "I know what you meant. I felt alright earlier at work, but I don't know, I think I'm coming down with something now."

I glance around searching for Henry, but he must be back in the kitchen. I get up and walk behind the bar and pour her a glass of water. Once I place it in front of her, she forces a smile in thanks and takes a big gulp of it. Her face barely has any color to it. I reach forward and place my hand on her forehead. She's a little warm, and clammy.

"You have a little bit of a fever, Vic. You really should be home in bed."

She sighs. "I know, and I plan to be soon."

"Vic."

I must be giving her a concerned look, because she stares up at me and her eyes tell me to calm down. She glances down at my hands resting on the bar top. She moves her hand slightly like she's going to grab mine but then stops herself and shifts in her chair.

"I'll go to bed soon, I just haven't eaten much all day and figured I should get something in my system. I haven't been hungry but didn't think anything of it until I got home and started to feel out of it."

I swear she's looking paler by the minute.

"I'll go tell Henry to whip up some of his special soup."

She raises an eyebrow at me. "Special soup?"

Cady, who has been quiet for the last minute, pipes up. "Don't ask. All you need to know is that it works."

Vic laughs lightly. "Okay."

I walk back into the kitchen to ask Henry to start a pot of soup, and I already know before he tells me that it's going to take a while before it's ready.

"Vic, why don't you go home and I'll bring you the soup once it's done."

"Walt, I'm fine. I can wait for it."

"You look exhausted, which makes sense if you haven't eating anything today. Go home and get some rest." I look to Cady for help.

She takes the bait, and turns towards VIc. "Henry has made this soup for me every time I've been sick since I was a little girl. It does take a bit for him to whip it up, but it's definitely worth it."

She sighs and looks back and forth between us before her eyes settle on me. "You don't need to drive all the way out to my place just to bring me soup."

"Well, Ferg is off tomorrow and Branch has to be in court, so I can't have you call in sick in the morning."

This catches a laugh out of her. "Ohhh, now I get it."

Obviously, I'm kidding and if she's really still not feeling well I would let her stay home. But I also know Vic; unless she's on her death bed, she'll likely make it into the office. She's a lot like me in that way. I can count on one hand the number of sick days I've taken in my life.

"Are you sure it's no trouble? I don't want to interrupt your guys' dinner."

I'm about to reply but Cady beats me to it.

"Our food should be ready soon, so by the time we're done eating your soup will probably be ready." She looks her over with reassuring eyes. "Go get some rest, Vic."

She hesitates for another moment before I see her give up. "Alright, if you guys insist."

I nod. "I'll walk you out."

She smiles at me briefly before saying goodbye to Cady and turning towards the door. Once we're outside, she turns and faces me while she continues walking backwards across the parking lot.

"I could stay and wait for it, you know."

"I know you could, but that doesn't mean you have to."

She smiles but doesn't say anything else until she reaches her vehicle. She climbs up into her truck but leaves the door open.

"See you soon, I guess?"

"Yeah." I reach forward and feel her forehead again. "Drive safe, you really are warm."

She shrugs. "I think I'm always a little warm around you."

I let my hand fall from her forehead but she grabs it on the way down. Her hand feels so tiny compared to mine. I'm not sure who moves first, or if it was at the same time, but she pulls on my arm and leans into me. She buries her face into my chest as I wrap my arms around her.

"I wanted to do that inside, but thought I probably shouldn't in front of Cady." Her voice is muffled against my chest.

"I figured as much."

We stay like that for a minute or so before she pulls back. I step back so she can shut the car door, and she rolls down the window and starts the truck simultaneously.

"I'll be over soon."

She nods and pauses for a moment. "Will you stay?"

"If you want."

She looks satisfied with that answer. "I'll leave the door unlocked. Just come on in."

"Okay."

She leans out the window a little and curves a finger at me wanting me to move closer. "I know I might be getting sick, but come here."

I oblige and she gives me a quick peck on the lips.

"Thanks," she says through a faint smile. "See you soon."

She then fastens her seatbelt and drives off. I stand there and watch her drive down the road for a minute until I can't see the lights anymore. I head back inside, hoping that Cady doesn't ask me any questions about Vic. I'm not sure I'd be able to deny anything tonight.