"I know you didn't just try to leave that bed," Joss called out with her back to the bed as she headed for John's kitchen to go get him some soup.

John froze and then pulled the covers back onto his body. "You have eyes in the back of your head," he grumbled as he leaned back in the pillows.

She turned to look back at John. "No, I just have an ex-husband and a son. You men are grumpy patients when you're not feeling well," she assured him before heading for his kitchen.

"I wouldn't have to leave the bed if you didn't take my phone," he reminded before he sneezed.

She poked her head out of the kitchen. "Well I wouldn't have to take your phone if you'd stop calling Finch," she countered.

"I feel better, Joss," he said petulantly.

That did it. Joss exited his kitchen and stormed over to him. "You suffered hypothermia, John. You were running a dangerously high fever and you want me to be okay with you just hopping out of bed and going to work the next number?—I don't think so!" she replied hotly as she stood in front of him.

"Joss…"

Joss caged him in with her hands on either side of his hips and kissed him warmly. He sighed as he kissed her back before she pushed free to press a kiss to his ear. "Let me take care of you, John," she whispered before she pressed another kiss but this time to his jaw.

"You don't play fair," he groaned as she nuzzled her nose against his before kissing him again.

She smiled inwardly. "Please," she added. "Shaw can handle anything that comes her way; let Nurse Joss make you feel better."

He groaned as leaned his head back to stare into her eyes. "Nurse Joss?—that sounds so hot," he whispered before growing serious. "I'll stay in bed for one more day." he relented knowing it would make her happy and hoping it would make him feel better too.

Joss wanted him to stay a little longer but at least this extra day of rest was better than nothing. "Thank you, John," she said sincerely as she straightened and narrowed her eyes as he reached for a Twix. "Twix is not lunch; you're sweet tooth is worse than my son's!" she huffed as she turned to go get him soup.

John smiled. "You shouldn't have brought these then; I can never say no to Twix," he murmured as he munched on the candy.

"I'll remember that the next time I want you to do something!" she called out.