They sat comfortably together, savouring their drinks. Well, Emily was savouring hers. Reid really knew what was the good stuff, this was divine. She had to stop herself moaning her appreciation, it would be a bit cruel when Reid couldn't have any. The man in question was now cautiously sipping at his water after his initial gulps had made him splutter. Emily was just glad it didn't make him throw up.

"So, do you think you have a bug or food poisoning? You looked fine on Friday," Emily commented, looking at him carefully so she could tell if he wasn't being truthful.

"I was fine on Friday. I had a headache but didn't think anything of it."

Emily nodded, she remembered him asking for a painkiller and she didn't think anything of it herself because he had had to deal with an incredibly frustrating Police Officer who didn't seem to understand what obsession meant. That, and they'd all had headaches. The last case had been frustrating from start to finish.

"Then I got a sore throat along with a cough on Saturday but I could eat OK and didn't really think it was anything serious because it had been damp and cold in Minnesota. Although cold weather doesn't give you a cold it can lower your immune system, especially when it's damp. Then I started feeling nauseous," he continued.

"So, a bug?" Emily surmised.

Reid scrunched up his nose and replied, "Unfortunately. And I suspect a cold on top of it."

Emily snorted. Only Reid would think that a stomach bug was worse than food poisoning. She'd rather have the one that was over quicker. You throw up a few times and you were done, unlike a cold that just dragged on and on.

"It's not funny," he whined. "I hate being ill."

"No one likes being ill," she pointed out matter-of-factly. "And wouldn't stomach bug plus cold equal the flu?"

He frowned at her and straightened himself up into lecture mode.

"Not necessarily," he started to explain. "The symptoms aren't dissimilar but I don't have the lethargy and aching muscles associated with the flu. Also, my stomach issues are most likely separate to my sinus problems and cough."

"You have sinus problems as well?" Emily asked immediately, eyes narrowing.

"Yes," Reid answered slowly, realising he'd never told her that. "Nothing too bad."

"Oh really?"

"I always get sinus problems with a cough," he said unconvincingly.

"Uh huh," Emily said, unconvinced. "Have you taken any medication?"

He quirked an eyebrow at her.

"I haven't exactly been able to keep my own saliva down never mind a tablet."

She just gave him a look and downed the rest of her coffee before standing up.

"Do you have anything for sinus problems?" She asked, already making her way to his bathroom.

"Top shelf in the cabinet," he said tired. "Though you're not meant to take it on an empty stomach."

"But people do it all the time," replied Emily, her voice muffled due to her rummaging in said cabinet.

Reid had the bloody thing grouped by function of the medication and then alphabetically. Ues, an she was really the odd one out of the two of them. Not.

"I'd rather not irritate my stomach lining after being sick."

"Fair enough," she acquiesced and then shouting in triumph. "Got them."

"My system's not that difficult to figure out," Reid said in an amused tone as she returned with a look of triumph on her face.

"Why do you have cold and flu medication behind everything else?"

"It's not as urgent as the painkillers," he defended. "If I need painkillers, I'll need them quickly, unlike something for congestion."

She supposed he was right, though didn't admit it. She chucked he tablets at him instead. His reflexes weren't fast enough and they bounced off his chest.

"Trying to attack me when I'm down?" He teased, setting the box to the side.

Emily blew a raspberry at him and stood in front of him. He looked hesitantly up at her. She had that gleam in her eyes.

"Let's get some life back into you," she announced, clapping her hands together.

"I don't look that bad."

"White paint has more colour than your face."

"I thought you were going to stop mocking my complexion?"

"I said I'd stop comparing you to Death. That was a comparison with paint."

"If I rested, I'm sure I'd look a lot better," Reid pointed out. "Can't I just sleep?"

"Not without food and drugs," Emily stubbornly replied.

"I only have one of those," he said sensibly.

"I'm going to fix that," Emily informed him, pulling her coat around her. "What do you think you can keep down?"

He gave her an alarmed looked, "Emily you don't have to do that. I have some stuff in the cupboard."

"Yes, probably a set of dented old tins from God knows when."

Reid just gave her a sheepish look, she was right.

"I'm going to get you some bread as well as some proper soup. And maybe some crackers. Stuff that sits easy on the stomach," Emily continued.

"Do I get a say in this?" Reid asked her, amused despite himself.

"Of course not," she replied cheerily, grabbing her phone and patting herself down in case she forgot something.

Reid rolled his eyes and tried to push himself to his feet. Emily immediately darted over to him and pushed him back down.

"What are you doing?" She hissed. "You aren't coming with."

"I know that," he replied with a sigh and looked around him. "I was getting my wallet."

"This is on me," Emily brushed off.

"But you're getting stuff for me."

"It's soup and bread. Pocket change," she retorted. "Don't be stupid."

Well, that and some proper medicine, Reid's medical cabinet (although well organised) was sorely lacking in things beyond painkillers, allergy stuff and digestive aids. But she wasn't going to tell him she was getting that. It would give him another opportunity to try and push her away.

"It's not stupid to pay for your own food!"

"Do you even know where your wallet is?" Emily demanded.

That got Reid gaping as he thought furiously.

"Didn't think so," she said smugly.

They glared at other silently, neither willing to back down. Reid somehow mustered enough energy to draw himself up straight but the tired eyes pulled away from the whole intimidating effect. Not that he could be more intimidating than her.