Carter grimaced at the paperwork in front of her. Even though it was entirely possible she was seeing double, she highly doubted that was the case.

"Coffee?" What would normally be a delicious, invigorating smell had her stomach reeling in discomfort.

"I'll take that as a no."

"Sorry, Fusco," She knew he meant well. "But, not today."

He sat down at his desk, scanning her for a few silent moments.

"You doing alright, Carter?"

"Yeah." Because, even if she wasn't at her best, it was true that she was alright. "I'm alright."

But, Fusco didn't really seem to buy that. He just fixed her with another thoughtful stare before shaking his head and going back to his desk.

Normally, she'd say more. Maybe even explain herself.

But her throat hurt and the paperwork wasn't going to wait.

And neither was the bathroom.

Upon returning to her station after almost dry retching in the bathroom, she noticed a distinct change in paperwork.

Specifically, there wasn't any on her desk.

And Fusco's own stack looked a lot thicker than it did ten minutes ago.

Upon getting home, she found a gift basket on the table, an unusually clean house, and a concerned Taylor with all of today's homework done.

She didn't even question how they knew. It didn't matter if Fusco had mentioned it, if Finch's supercomputer figured it out or what.

The only thing that mattered was heading upstairs, resting in a blissfully cool room, and accepting Taylor's inevitable attempt at chicken noodle soup.

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A/N: I want to potentially put together a oneshots H/C moments for each member of team machine, what do you think?