Jay's P.O.V

I was on my way to pick up Kim from her apartment to go to work. Kim had asked me to drive her to work for the week while her car was in the shop. She asked me because we lived near each other. As I was pulling up to her apartment I realized that Kim wasn't waiting for me in the apartment lobby like she had been the past three days. I was on time so she was probably just running a little late. Luckily both of us liked getting to work early so we had time before we really had to get to work. I text her that I'm here and then wait.

Once the five minute mark hit, and she didn't respond to my text I started to worry. Kim prided herself on being on top of things. That was when I decided that I would go to her apartment, and make sure she's ok.

At first when I got to the door of her apartment all I did was lightly knock, not really wanting to disturb her neighbors because it was a Saturday, but she didn't answer so I knocked on the door a little bit harder. Now I, may or may not, have started to freak out a bit when she didn't answer. After that I tried knocking harder while calling her, and I was about to kick down the door when she opened the door. When she opened the door I could tell immediately that she wasn't feeling well. Kim was a palish green, cheeks blushed, eyes were red, and she was still in her pajamas.

"Jay what are you doing here?" Even if it wasn't for the pajamas I could tell that she had just woken up by the sound of her voice.

"I'm here to take you to work. Are you feeling ok, Kim?" She totally disregarded the last part of what I said, and focused on the first. It doesn't really matter because I already knew that wasn't feeling well.

"Oh god, we have work. Jay literally just give me 10 minutes and I'll be ready. I'm so sorry if I made us late Jay." She went to turn to go get ready, but I grabbed her wrist.

"Kim go lay down. I'm going to call Voight, and tell him that we won't be in today." Kim looked like she was going to argue, but then stopped, probably knowing it was a losing battle.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing. Besides I'd rather take care of a sick you anyday then be stuck at the precinct doing paperwork. Now go lay down, and I'll call Voight." She gave me a smile before turning to go lay on the couch, and I went to go call Voight.

After I had called Voight, and he gave both of us the day off as long as we don't get a bad case because then I have to go in, I looked over at Kim to see that she was out. Then, I go into her kitchen to find something to put together to make a soup for when Kim wakes up.

"Mmm...it smells good in here." I was about 30 minutes into cooking when Kim came into the kitchen wrapped in a blanket.

"Well it's just about done so take a seat." She sat down at one of the kitchen's island stools, and I set down the soups before sitting down next to her.

"You know we should do this more often. Getting each other out of paperwork because the other is sick." At least she was feeling well enough to joke.

"Kim I hate to break it to you, but I doubt Voight would let you skip work to take care of me." Wait...did she just send me a confused look. Did she seriously not see that Voight favors her and Hailey more than anyone else on the team. Maybe it was because she was sick.

"Why's that?" Seriously, and she said it so innocently too. Does she really not see it?

"Kim you and Hailey are practically daughters to Voight. You two can get away with murder." Probably literally too depending on the circumstances.

"He treats all of us like we're his kids, well except Antonio and Al."

"And I repeat Kim DAUGHTERS. It's simple science, most fathers have soft spots for their daughters." She huffed slightly, but I knew that I won.

"Now come on Ms. Sniffles, let's go put on a movie,and make sure you rest."

"Fine, but that's Officer Sniffles to you Detective Chuckles. Thanks again Jay."

"Anytime."