Linda Reagan blew on her bangs as she looked over patient charts. She was upset with her body, and couldn't get her husband's disappointed look out of her mind. Earlier that day, he had told her he had a very special, romantic evening planned. She couldn't have been more excited— until her stupid body decided to punish her at the very last minute for not bearing her husband's children. She had told Danny the sad news when she visited him before her shift started. The look of utter disappointment on his face was enough to make her cry. So she promised to give him anything he wanted once her body stopped punishing her. The look he gave her was so deviously sexy, she couldn't help but wonder if that was a bad promise.

She dug her nails into her palm, hoping to relieve the painful cramps.

"Linda, we got one in... room three B. Says he was sent to the hospital for a physical, because his boss ordered it." A female coworker said.

"What's the matter with him?"

"Other than the fact that he keeps complaining? Nothing... is it an emergency to be sexy as hell?"

Linda chuckled, "if it was, my husband would have a permanent room here." She smiled and blew out another breath. "I'll go check it out."

She walked to three B, wondering who it could be. Why would some one be sent to the ER during work for a measly physical? Linda couldn't remember the last time she had had a physical. She knew Danny needed a yearly one, because that was part of the job. Her boys got yearly ones, too, as they needed them to play sports. She shrugged it off, and entered the room.

"So," she rested the clip board she had retrieved from the box on the door on her stomach. "You're the sexy patient who won't keep his mouth shut."

"And you're the sexy nurse who's gonna fix me up." He flirted and smiled.

Linda smiled, too, and looked at his chart. "Sooo... Mr... Reagan, is it? What brings you here?"

"It's Detective Reagan," Danny corrected, still flirting with his wife.

"Well, Detective Reagan, says here one Lt. Carver sent'cha over here for a physical."

"I don't need a physical."

"A lieutenant out ranks a detective, Detective. And according to the superior officer, you do need a physical."

"I'm really starting to regret teaching you all these techy terms."

Linda smiled, "nevertheless, you're due for a physical anyway." She walked over to the examination table. "Now drop your shirt."

"Linda!" Danny smirked, completely teasing her. "You're working!"

"For the physical!" She offered her own smirk, watching Danny unbutton his shirt. "You did that rather quickly, Detective Reagan. Get some good action at home?"

"Yes, I do. Wanna hear about it?"

"You're disgusting," the nurse smiled as she put her stethoscope in her ears and pressed the end to Danny's back. "Take a deep breath..." she moved the stethoscope to another place on his back. "And again." Finally, she moved it to his heart. "Once more." She hung the stethoscope around her neck. "Good. Everything sounds normal." She walked over to the counter and retrieved the blood pressure cuff. Slipping it on her husband's arm, she said, "relax your arm."

"I thought it was relaxed," Danny answered, but tried to relax it more.

Linda slipped the end of the stethoscope under the cuff, and put the ear pieces back in her ears. She squeezed the pressure ball and a sexy smile spread across her face.

"I know that smile; What're you thinking?"

"Nothin', Detective. Just pretending that this is my husband's balls."

"You're mean."

Linda licked her upper canine, "I know... now shh!" She looked at the numbers and made a face. Taking the cuff off, and hanging her stethoscope around her neck, she said, "okay, Detective Reagan. You've got high blood pressure."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you gotta relax. I know your job is stressful, so I'm gonna send this in to your boss. I want you on desk duty till it goes back down."

"What?" Danny complained as he put his shirt back on.

"High blood pressure is no joke. Now go back to work, pick up some chocolate for your wife, and take a relaxing shower."

"Should I ask my wife to join me?"

"If you wish," Linda handed Danny the results. "Give it to your boss. I don't want you getting hurt cause you're under a lotta stress. Please, Danny."

"I promise," he kissed his wife's lips.

"Good. I'll walk ya to the front desk."

"Why?" Danny walked in front of her.

"Cause I like your butt, Detective."

Danny took Linda's advice about the shower, but he changed it a little bit. He took a bath, hoping Linda would join him. She did, of course, and in a few days, Detective Reagan was back in action.