Virus
"Booth, wake up!" Booth heard his wife's voice shouting for him. He groaned and snuggled deeper into the covers. "Hey!" Brennan exclaimed as she physically shook Booth awake.
"Bones, leave me alone," he groaned, his face firmly planted in his pillow.
"You're going to be late for work." Brennan took the covers and pulled them down to the foot of the bed.
"Bones!" Booth complained and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over his head. Brennan put her hands on her hips, losing her patience.
"Booth, are you sick?" she surmised. Booth shook his head.
"No, I'm not sick. I'll be down in a minute. Save me some eggs, would ya?" Brennan sighed and left the bedroom. She was pretty sure Booth would be in bed all day. She was proven right when she went to get him out of bed again after breakfast and found him asleep.
Booth woke up a couple of hours later. He glanced at the time and hollered for his wife. "Bones!" She appeared a moment later, visibly annoyed. "Why did you let me sleep so late? I have to get to work!"
"Booth, you're sick. You obviously have a fever because the bed is soaked with sweat. You need to take the day off."
"I do not!" Booth protested. "Now please, get my pants so I can go to work!"
"And you say I'm the one who will go into work with, I believe you said, 'my hair on fire.' You're staying home, end of discussion."
"What are you, my mother?" Booth said as he stuck his head under the pillow.
"Honestly, sometimes it feels like it!" Brennan retorted as she hit Booth playfully.
"Bones, don't hit me! My skin is sensitive."
"So you admit it, you are sick!"
"Okay, fine, Bones. You caught me. You happy?" Brennan sighed dramatically and left the bedroom. "Wait, Bones! Could you bring me up some eggs?"
"Yes," he heard her disembodied voice from the hall. A moment later she reappeared. "But after I feed you I have to get to the lab. Do you think you could fend for yourself for a few hours?"
"Maybe, but I like it when you play nursemaid with me." He flashed her a suggestive grin and she rolled her eyes.
"Forgive me if your fever-induced advances don't arouse me. Okay, eggs. Scrambled?"
"You know that's what I like to eat when I'm sick, Bones." Brennan smiled, she certainly did. She loved how well she knew him. Even if he was a horrible patient, she loved taking care of him. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved being needed by Seeley Booth. Almost as much as she loved needing him.
Okay, the shortest yet, but I'm sick. Cut me some slack. :P