"Here, drink this. You'll feel better."

Despite having the dietary habits of a 21-year-old college bachelor, Emily rarely got sick. When she did however, it was always with the most mutated, medication-resistant strain of whatever had been going around. It seemed logical that someone who didn't get sick often would be the kind of person who would take the time to take the best care of themselves when they did get sick, but amazingly, so much of what JJ knew about Emily Prentiss did not operate on sound Earth Logic.

Everyone could see she was fighting off sickness valiantly, but she was losing and refused to concede. A trashcan had been parked next her to desk fairly early on and it was full of balled up tissue and throat lozenge wrappers. She was pale, even for her, except around her nose, which was red, and around her eyes, which were almost bruised-looking. To put it as nicely as possible, she looked like death warmed over, made worse by the lack of sleep due to the case they'd just wrapped up in Wyoming.

JJ watched her friend sniff pitifully in her sleep, her head leaning against the window of the jet and shook her head with affectionate annoyance. Morgan, who was across from Emily, was the only one willing to sit near her because he somehow got sick even less than she did. He lifted his head from the backrest, apparently having not been asleep and pulled the one of the earpieces of his headphones back so it rested just behind his ear, leaning across the aisle after catching JJ's eye.

"You gotta do something about Patient Zero." He said, tilting his head toward Emily as if it hadn't been clear he was talking about her. JJ was not only unofficially the team mom, but she was the only one Emily would really listen to outside of himself, and he'd already tried.

"Already on it." JJ assured him with a nod. That seemed to placate Morgan as he put his earpiece back over his ear and leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

As they were making their way to their cars after deplaning, JJ waited until Emily caught up with her before looping an arm through hers and pulling her past her car and down the lot.

"Where are we going?" Emily asked hoarsely.

JJ hummed and took Emily's go-bag from her when they reached the blonde's car, tossing it into the backseat along with hers and opening the passenger's side door for Emily. "We, are going to my house where you will let me take care of you before you infect the whole DMV with the zombie plague." She leaned over and kissed Emily's forehead lingeringly before adding with a frown, "you've got a fever."

JJ had been prepared for a fight, but Emily nodded slowly and got into the car, pulling her seatbelt on with sluggish movements. Surprised, but pleased, JJ shut the door and got into the driver's seat, heading for her place. Five minutes into the drive, Emily had passed out again, half waking herself up with a watery coughing fit every so often. JJ stopped at the pharmacy and ran in to grab what she needed, leaving Emily asleep in the car with the heater going.

"Em," JJ prodded, shaking Emily's arm gently.

Emily made a displeased noise in the back of her throat before pressing a fist to her mouth as she gave a phlegmy cough. "Hng?"

JJ shook the Robitussin bottle in her hand and popped the safety seal on it before unscrewing the cap handing it to Emily. "Here, drink this." She urged. "You'll feel better."

Emily took a drink directly out of the bottle and grimaced after she swallowed. "Someone should tell them that is not what a cherry tastes like." She complained, her voice gravelly.

JJ laughed and patted Emily's leg, waiting until she screwed the cap back on before steering them towards home again.