Somewhere in the back of his mind, Flack heard a thud. He heard it again and again, over and over. As Flack pried his eyes open, he realized that he hadn't moved from the couch. Judging by the light that was not streaming in through his windows, Flack decided that he had been on the couch much longer than the few minutes he had originally planned. There it was again. Flack's head was a little foggy and it was hard to concentrate with the pressure in his head and the coughs he could feel coming on, but Flack definitely heard someone knocking at his door. Stumbling over, he didn't look through the peep hole or even bother to ask who it was; he just unlocked and swung the door open. Leaning against the doorframe for support, Flack was surprised at who he found on his doorstep.

"Well, you look like death on a triscuit." Lindsay said with a bit of a smile. When Flack didn't return her smile, she changed approaches. "You really don't look any better. Can I come in?"

"Sure." Flack said, Lindsay could hear how tired he was. "At this point I really can't stop you."

Lindsay walked into Flack's apartment and straight into his kitchen. She began taking things out of the brown paper bag that had been in her hands and laying them on the counter. Flack walked closer and simply watched. Nasal spray, a box of medicine, lemons, honey, Jack Daniels…

"Whoa, Monroe, what are you going to do? Get me drunk, cover me in honey and lick it all off?" Flack said, a laugh resonating in his chest.

"You wish." Lindsay said, rolling her eyes. "Maybe you aren't as sick as you look. No, all of this stuff is my Grandmother's foolproof way to cure a cold. The first thing you need to do is take a hot shower. I'll get everything else ready."

Flack stood in the middle of his kitchen in a relative state of shock. He and Lindsay were friends, but their talking was usually confined to crime scenes and the lab. It was rare that he ever saw her outside of the lab, but even when that happened it was with a group of people from the lab. But here was Lindsay, standing in his kitchen and ordering him to take a shower. It was confusing, but Flack decided he could think about it more in the shower.

"Shower, huh?" Flack asked, rubbing his head and trying to make the pressure go away.

"The hotter the better. The steam will help. Now go. I'll be right here." Lindsay walked over and gave him a small push.

Flack walked into the bathroom and started the shower. The steam and hot water helped him body relax and made him feel better. By the time he was finished, some of the pressure and coughing had gone away. Flack pulled on sweatpants and a T-shirt, and walked back into his living room.

He instantly noticed that all the tissues and pillows he had thrown on the floor in the living room were gone. His apartment seemed cleaner, and there were great smells coming from the kitchen.

"Sit down on the couch." Lindsay commanded from the kitchen. Flack decided he still felt too crappy to argue. He'd save the "you invaded my domain" speech for another night.

Flack sank into the pillows in a far corner of the couch and leaned back. The shower had relaxed his muscles and made him feel a little better. Lindsay sat a huge tray of plates, cups, bowls and bottles on the coffee table and bounced onto the couch close to Flack. As she began handing him things, she explained.

"Donald Flack, I'm only going to help you feel better if you promise not to laugh at me." Lindsay announced quite seriously. At the use of his first and last name, Flack looked up at Lindsay and saw the sincere look on her face. Teasing Lindsay had been the last thing on his mind.

"Okay. Not a problem." Flack said nodding his head. "But you, uh, cleaned my apartment."

"I didn't really clean, I just picked up the pillows and tissues and things that you had thrown everywhere." Lindsay said sheepishly, ducking her head and looking away. Lindsay wasn't sure why she suddenly felt so self-conscious and embarrassed. It could be that today she walked into the home of a guy who she only knew through work and literally taken over and made herself at home. When her eyes finally rested on the tray she had brought from the kitchen, she decided to talk about that.

"Okay." Lindsay started, she was aware that Flack's eyes were still staring straight at her. "This is my grandmother's foolproof cure for a cold. Here spray this twice up each nostril."

Lindsay handed Flack some sort of nose spray. He looked at her skeptically. Lindsay shot him a look back that reminded him that he wasn't supposed to make fun. Flack apprehensively shot a stream of liquid into his nose. Instantly he felt a burning sensation that he swore reached into his brain.

"Ah! God, my eyes are burning! Damn, Lindsay…what the hell is this stuff?" Flack demanded, shaking his head in order to try and regain a normal feeling in his nose.

"Don't complain you big baby." Lindsay said, completely unfazed by Flack's reaction. "You should do that once every two hours. Here take these, drink this and eat this."

Lindsay pushed the tray towards him and handed him two small pills. Flack took the pills in his hand, but eyed everything suspiciously. He looked up to smirk at Lindsay.

"How do I know you're not trying to kill me?" Flack said with a bit of humor and sarcasm returning to his voice.

"If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't waste my time with this stuff. I'd just let you sneeze and cough all over Danny's crime scenes."

"Good point." Flack conceded.

Flack popped the two pills in his mouth and washed them down with some of the soup that was sitting in the tray in front of him. Next to the soup with a plate containing a grilled cheese sandwich that looked homemade.

"Did you cook?" Flack asked Lindsay.

For a moment, Lindsay looked like she was embarrassed to answer. After a few second of silence Lindsay replied.

"Yes. I brought all the food with me, but I cooked it here. I hope you don't mind. Whenever we got a cold or were all stopped up, my grandmother would cook grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. She insisted that between the medicine, the nose spray and what you've got in that mug there, that we'd be fine by morning." Lindsay explained.

Lindsay picked up the steaming mug in front of Flack and handed it to him. Flack smiled as he took the mug from her, their fingers brushing momentarily as the mug exchanged hands. Flack lifted the mug to his nose, took a whiff and finally lifted the mug to his lips. The liquid with hot, sweet, tangy and strong all at the same time.

"God, Lindsay, what's in this thing?" Flack asked, coughing slightly for air after drinking.

"A little tea, lemon juice, honey, and a good dose of whiskey. Why? You dislike it as much as the nose spray?" Lindsay laughed in spite of herself. Watching Flack struggle to breath as he took another sip was down right hilarious.

"No, I'm just wondering what other tricks your grandma has up her sleeve. I don't know if I'm getting better or just getting drunk." Flack said, swallowing hard and realizing that his throat wasn't nearly as sore or raw as before.

"My grandmother had lots of tricks and remedies, but this was one of the best. It's foolproof." Lindsay smiled at Flack.

"Did her remedy ever fail you?" Flack asked.

"How do you feel?" Lindsay asked, answering a question with a question.

"Like a living, breathing person again. Even my nose feels better." Flack admitted.

"Well, welcome back to the land of the living." Lindsay said. Her hand came to rest lightly on Flack's knee as she got up off the couch. "Now that you're feeling better, I should be going. Keep this all up and you'll feel like a new person tomorrow. Oh, and get some sleep. My grandmother's remedy does tend to make you a little drowsy."

Before Flack knew what was going on, Lindsay had gathered her belongings and was headed towards his front door. Flack slowly pushed himself out of his comfort zone on the couch and walked to where Lindsay was standing by the door, putting on her coat. He could feel Lindsay's grandmother's cure beginning to work, but it was making things just a little foggy and jumbled.

"Thanks, Lindsay." Flack managed to get out.

"Any time, Flack. No sneezing on the evidence tomorrow." Lindsay said with a smile.

Lindsay turned, opened the door and walked out into the hallway. She closed the door behind her, leaving Flack still standing on the other side. Flack smiled. He felt better, he could breathe again and he felt he knew a little more about Lindsay than he ever had before.

Flack's smiled was short lived. He felt a tickle in the back of his throat that turned into a rolling cough. Finishing off the drink in his mug, Flack stumbled off to bed, willing grandma's foolproof remedy to take effect. Within seconds of his head hitting the pillow, Flack was out cold.