A/N: And we're at the end, other than a missing scene from an earlier day which I'll post tomorrow. Hope you've enjoyed the ride, I certainly have. ;-)

Prompt: hurt_don #14 What: Poison Where: FBI Office

Day 14

Finished with the lunch that David and Colby had thoughtfully provided him with, Don dumped the plastic container in a trash can and got back to work. He'd made it in to the office without incident, although his black eye had elicited comments from his entire team. Explaining that one had made Don more than a little uncomfortable, especially when he'd gotten the expected laughter at his expense.

He was planning to stay in the office, sitting at his desk where there were no criminals or inebriated lawyers to run into—it should, hopefully, be safe. Papercuts he could deal with. He was determinedly not thinking about the time that the entire floor had been shot up.

The sudden and sharp pain in his gut had him grimacing and resting his right hand on his stomach. It died down and he shrugged it off, getting back to work until a few minutes later when there was another pain, duller than the first. Something he'd eaten didn't seem to be agreeing with him. It was okay, though, a stomach ache he could live with.

Five minutes later, however, he abruptly pushed his chair back and ran for the restroom, hand over his mouth, only just making it into one of the stalls before he was throwing up.

Not just a stomach ache. Food poisoning. Just great. He was going to kill David and Colby.

The vomiting and pain seemed to continue on and on, even when he was sure that there had to be nothing left in his stomach to throw up.

"Don. Oh, man, you, uh, you okay?"

Yes, David. Of course I'm fine, I was just hanging over a toilet bowl for the fun of it.

"Food poisoning," he grunted out, swallowing a few times to try to get his stomach to settle. It wasn't really working. "Where the hell did you and Colby buy my lunch?"

"Buy your lunch? Don, we didn't buy your lunch."

"Well, somebody did. It was sitting on my desk."

Liz and Nikki were out of the office, he'd presumed that David and Colby had brought it when they came back in. He tried to press the button to flush the toilet, the smell really not helping with the nausea, but his hand missed it. It took three attempts before he got it and he staggered up against the wall of the stall, his legs suddenly feeling a bit too weak to support him and his head spinning.

This isn't normal, he thought, starting to feel a bit alarmed.

"Don!"

There was a hand on his arm, but it didn't stop him from hitting the floor, his muscles feeling like jelly.

"Oh, man, your pupils... I'm going to call an ambulance, Don. I think your food might have been poisoned."

Poisoned? David had to be kidding. He was in the FBI building. There were cameras. Who would be stupid enough to try to poison him?

"Hey, stay awake, Don. You have to stay awake."

Was he falling asleep? He must be.

A particularly strong pain blazed through his gut and he let out what sounded like a yelp. The air felt like it was getting thick and harder to push in and out of his chest. He couldn't help it, he was too tired...

"You're finally awake!"

Don blearily looked at Alan. "Yeah, I guess I am." His voice sounded rough and there was something irritating his nose. He was lying down and was in a hospital bed. Again. "What happened?"

He could remember throwing up and David thinking he'd been...poisoned? But it was pretty much a blank after that.

"You scared us, is what happened. You were poisoned."

Okay, so he hadn't remembered that part wrong. But who had access to the office and would have wanted to poison him?

"Who?"

"Somebody who works with Robin, Kennedy, I think his last name was."

That woke him right up. "Miles Kennedy poisoned me?" His voice rose in pitch as he got each word out. The guy was a creep, but it was a big step up to poison someone. It sounded like his obsession with Robin had gotten the better of him and he'd decided to take one of the obstacles out. It explained the mystery lunch on his desk, Kennedy would have had access to the building.

"Yeah. Apparently he used the seeds from a plant in his garden. Laburnum, I think it was called. They look like peas. Luckily for you they weren't as poisonous as his research led him to believe. You were pretty sick for a while there, but you'll be okay now."

Don sighed and brought his right hand up to his eyes, wincing when he touched his nose and right eye. He'd forgotten about that. Shaking his head back and forth on the pillow he said, "I can't believe someone poisoned me."

"You and me both," Alan replied.

Don raised his eyes briefly heavenward.

Uh, God, if you're out there? You've had your fun, please leave me alone now.

Thanks, he added as an afterthought.

Only time would tell what tomorrow would bring...

-FIN-

Stay tuned for a long fic (100,000 words) coming up sometime in November, probably, centred on Don (of course). It'll be rated M for some of its themes.