Linda sighed as she rolled over on her back. For some reason, she couldn't get to sleep, and it was driving her bananas. She looked towards the bathroom as she heard annoyed grunts. She stood up and walked to the bathroom. She opened the door, and found her husband hunched over the toilet. "Are you okay, sweetie?" She knelt down next to her husband.

"I'm okay," Danny lied as he leaned against the wall.

"Are you sick?"

"I'm okay, really."

Linda raised an eyebrow, not believing him.

"Haven't you ever thrown up even though you're not sick?"

"Yeah. But that was cause of my cramps, and, if I'm not mistaken, you don't have those."

Danny shrugged, "I'm not sick, I promise. I don't get sick."

Linda was about to protest, when Danny leaned over the toilet again. She frowned as he hurled, them leaned back again. "Not sick, huh?" She asked, feeling his forehead.

"No."

"Yeah, I think you are. Hold on." Linda pushed herself up from the floor and went straight to the medicine cabinet to retrieve the thermometer.

"Linda, I don't have a fever."

"Danny, you're hot. And I mean temperature wise." She stuck the thermometer in his ear and waited for the beep. "Hmm..."

"What?" The detective asked as the nurse checked the other ear.

"Hundred two point four, and one-o-nine point eight." Patting his shoulder, she smiled. "You've got a temperature."

"It's not that bad..."

"Danny-" But she stopped, because he threw up again. "Listen, you're obviously sick. And if you don't take anything for the fever, it'll spike, and you might end up in the hospital."

Danny looked at Linda, disbelievingly.

"I'm a nurse. I know what I'm talkin' about." She stood up and went to the medicine cabinet again. "Listen, I want you to try to take some Tylenol. It'll help the fever." She dispensed the right dosage, and filled a glass with water. "Here." She handed them to Danny, and he took them dry. "Drink the water."

"I don't like tap water."

"You're worse than the boys!" She sighed, "Fine. I'll get you some water from the refrigerator. Just go lie down."

Danny got up and Linda followed him to bed. "Linda, you don't have to watch me."

"Fevers maje people dizzy, Danny. I don't want you falling. Now stay put." She kissed his forehead and went downstairs to get the water. When she walked back into the room, she saw that Danny was back in the bathroom.

She rubbed his back as he threw up once again, the Tylenol coming back up. Linda sighed and helped her sick husband get back in bed. By this time, Danny was too worn out to argue with her.

Getting in bed, Linda said, "if you need anything, don't get up. Wake me up."

"I can do it..."

"Mm-mm. In a little bit, we'll try the Tylenol again. In the meantime, drink your water." She kissed his hot cheek, and laid her head on his chest.

"Aren't you worried 'bout getting sick?"

"No. Besides, I'm a nurse. I'm exposed to germs all the time. I'm basically immune." She kissed his chest, "try to sleep."

Hugging his wife, the detective said, "you're too good to me."

"I know. Try to sleep."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." He kissed the top of her head.

Linda determined that Danny had caught a nasty stomach bug, which had been going around. Once the detective felt better, he treated his wife to wine and roses, thanking her for taking care of him.