There was no use pretending it wasn't true; Riza Hawkeye was sick. She woke up feverishly hot and was freezing cold five minutes later. Knowing it was pointless to attempt going to work she picked up the phone and called in sick.
"Run for your lives, the plague is back!" exclaimed Havoc
"What are you screaming about?" the Colonel demanded as he entered the office.
"1st Lt. Hawkeye called in sick sir." Fuery explained.
"Well then I'll be leaving for the day." He said and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"If Hawkeye actually called in sick someone better go take care of her." He called over his shoulder as he walked away.
After stopping to pick up her favorite soup he headed to her home. He used the key she had given him and let himself in just in case she was sleeping.
"What are you doing here?!" she demanded from her spot on the couch.
"I took the day off." He shrugged casually.
"Why?"
"To take care of you of course." He said with a smirk.
She looked as if she was going to say something but was interrupted by a violent shiver.
That gave him an idea.
Roy crossed the room and sat on the edge of the couch and gently lifted her. Before she could even begin to protest he had her half way to the bedroom.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he laid her down on her bed.
"Keeping you warm." He said and wrapped his arms around her, lying so close that she could feel his lips move against her neck as he spoke.
"Finally, something you're good at."
"It's not the only thing." He said with a smirk before pressing his lips to hers.
"OK that's makes two things." She thought.
"You shouldn't have done that." She said as they broke apart for air.
"And just why not?!" he demanded jokingly.
"Because now you're probably going to get sick too."
"That's OK I'll have good company."