A/N: Well hey there friends! It's been a while! I will admit to a lack of inspiration these last few months. But now that the show is coming back THIS WEEK I'm starting to get the writing bug again. Enjoy poor Sonny's misery!

"So if we breach here and here that should get us in," Jason said, pointing to the blueprints on the screen.

Sonny tried to listen to the practice drill plans as he scratched at his arm. Damn mosquitoes. They'd bit him up something fierce. He'd told everybody they needed mosquito netting for beds and better insect repellent but nooooooo. Nobody ever listened to Sonny's concerns. Now they probably all had West Nile. And Malaria. And Dengue Fever. He scratched more aggressively.

"You got fleas or something?" Clay asked, eyeing him strangely.

"Those damn mosquitoes," Sonny muttered. "Ate me up the entire two weeks we were in country."

It had been a lengthy, boring op with lots of hanging around, waiting for intel that never came, and green lights that never got lit. Sonny had set up a couple of soccer games for the local kids with all their down time to keep himself from going stir crazy. Everybody was glad to be home and running strategy until the next spin-up.

"If Full Metal and I come in from the top I think that gives up better coverage," Ray said.

Jason shook his head. "Too exposed. What about the side?"

Now his leg was itching too. What the hell? How had the buggers gotten inside his pants? God damn it.

He tried to scratch it against the table leg and the whole thing shifted, coffee sloshing around dangerously. "Sorry," he grunted.

Clay raised his eyebrows and even Cerberus perked his head up, but Sonny ignored them.

"Well whatever we do we're gonna have to be quick about it," Full Metal said. "They get one whiff of us and they'll light the whole place up."

"What about—all right Sonny, what the hell?" Jason finally asked.

"What?" Sonny asked.

"You're sitting there squirming like somebody's shoving a hot poker up your ass."

Every eye turned to him, which just made him itch more. And was it getting hotter? "It's those damn mosquitoes. Ate me the fuck up."

"There's no mosquito in the world that should make you do what you're doing," Ray said pointedly.

Trent grabbed Sonny's arm and yanked up his sleeve. Sonny stared. His skin was covered in little red bumps, some of which were open and oozing. "That doesn't look like mosquitoes," Clay said skeptically.

"Nope," Trent said. "That's chicken pox."

"What?" Sonny looked at him in horror. "No way. That's for kids."

"Or adults that haven't had it," Trent said. "Did you get it when you were a kid?"

"No. Quinns don't get sick," he scoffed.

"Right. Sure. And you didn't get vaccinated for it?"

"Why the hell would I get vaccinated for a kiddy disease?"

"In case you're ever around a bunch of unvaccinated kids. Like we were last week Mr. Soccer-Man," Clay said with a grin.

"Oh Sonny boy, you've done it now." Jason was smirking so hard it made Sonny want to punch him.

"Trent, it's gotta be something else," Sonny insisted, starting to sweat. It was really getting hot.

"Fever, rash, definitely chicken pox," Trent grunted. "Only thing to do is go home and wait it out."

"For how long?" Sonny asked, starting to scratch again.

"Stop that!" Trent said. "You'll scar."

"Yeah wouldn't want to mess up that beautiful complexion," Clay said.

"You shut up," Sonny snapped at him. "How am I supposed to deal with this?"

"Calamine lotion," Ray told him. "Stop and pick some up. It's gonna get worse before it gets better."

"Worse?!"

By the time Sonny got home he thought he might be dying. His head ached, he was freezing cold and sweating, and he itched like crazy. He collapsed into bed and fell immediately into a restless sleep punctuated by dreams of fire ants and mosquitoes crawling all over him.

He was woken by a hand tenderly stroking his forehead. He squinted up at Lisa who looked down on him with a fond sort of bemused smile on her face. "You are so stupid," she said.

"Not my fault." His voice was croaky and rough.

"It's definitely your fault." She shook her head. "All your fears and phobias and you somehow miss getting a chicken pox vaccine? What am I going to do with you?"

"Get me a beer?" he asked hopefully, a hand scratching absentmindedly at his chest.

She trapped it with her own, forcing him to stop. "Do not scratch. You'll regret it. How about I run you a bath instead? We'll put some oatmeal in it."

"I am not taking a bath like some frou frou spa day," he protested.

"Then itch away my friend," she said, getting up. "I'm going to make dinner. Let me know when you change your mind."

He lasted about ten more minutes before he gave in. "All right!" he yelled. "Make me a lady bath!"

She walked back into the room, a smirk on her face. "That's what I thought."

As it turned out an oatmeal bath wasn't too bad. It was actually kind of nice. And it did help a lot with the itching. "I told you so," Lisa said, sitting on the edge of the tub.

Sonny opened one eye. "This stays between us right?"

She snapped a picture of his face with her phone. "That depends on if you're nice to me. If not, this goes straight to Clay's inbox."

Sonny spent an incredibly miserable week and a half at home in bed. The rash spread all over his body to the point that he couldn't walk by a mirror without grimacing in horror. He was no Brad Pitt, but now he looked like something the cat had dragged in. Not that he was doing much walking. The fever and body aches had him pretty well confined to his bed or the couch. Never in his life had he been more grateful for Lisa who brought him food and forced him to complete some basic hygiene tasks to keep himself alive and going.

Trent stopped by a handful of times, likely aware that Sonny would die in his own bed rather than go to the hospital if things became dire. Clay came by with some Gatorades and chicken soup. Even Naima came over to check in, probably prompted by Ray's complete lack of information on the situation. "Looks like you're on the mend," she said after taking his temperature. "The spots should clear up within a couple of days. Have you been using the lotion I sent with Trent?"

"Yes. Don't help much with the itching though."

"Well there's not a whole lot we can do about that. It's got to be getting better though, right?"

"I suppose," he grumbled.

"Just remember not to—"

"Scratch. I got it."

"You know you're pretty lucky. Chicken pox isn't typically too bad in kids, but it can be really hard on adults."

"This is lucky?!" Sonny asked.

She gave him a wry smile. "Your fever could have spiked so high it caused brain damage. Or you could have gotten a bacterial infection in your skin. Or given yourself pneumonia. Or—"

"All right I got it," he griped.

She stood, picking up her purse. "What I'm saying is, next time, make sure you get a vaccine."

"Don't need to tell me twice. Thanks for coming by." She'd worked a full shift before coming over and he knew she wanted to get home to Ray and the kids. But that was who Naima was, if someone on the team was down, she was there to pick them back up.

She patted his shoulder. "Call if you need anything."

Lisa came home a couple hours later. "Hey, how was your day?" she asked.

"D'you know The Price is Right is still on?"

"Nope, and it is definitely time for you to go back to work," she said, settling in next to him on the bed. "I heard Naima came by and gave you the go ahead."

"Yep. I think she brought lasagna or something. It's in the fridge."

"Oh thank god, I was not in the mood to figure out dinner again tonight." She slid closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Chips?" He offered her the bag of BBQ chips he'd been munching on.

"Thanks."

He reached across his chest to scratch his shoulder and she caught his hand without looking. "Don't."

A/N: I may have messed around a teensy bit with timelines and symptoms but it was just too good not to. Leave your love in the reviews!