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N/A: Thank you all so much for the reviews and likes etc. It really made my day knowing you enjoy this story. This won't be the last chapter, but I thought it'd be a good place to end for now :)

Chapter 2

"Are you sure about this?", Garcia asked as she stood against Luke while he unlocked her front door. One of his arms was around her waist holding her up. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to stand, or that could just be the excuse he was telling himself. She hated more than anything feeling vulnerable, having no control over her own body. The need for Luke to accompany her was strong, but the guilt conflicting her thoughts was stronger.

"Listen, I'm not going to leave you. The team can cope without me for a case, without us. Although that clever mind of yours is the reason we solve the majority of cases", Luke trailed off quietly; the conclusion was inescapable.

Opening the door slowly, so Garcia could adjust to the movement, he walked her in. His surroundings really didn't shock him. The living room was just like her office, but a lot larger. In the corner, was a shelf full of toys and figurines. Patterns and colour exploded from everywhere, Luke almost had to adjust his eyes. Chuckling to himself he spoke, "Honestly, why am I not surprised?".

"Look handsome, you've seen what I could conjure in my office -".

"I think it's cute" he interrupted, before she got the wrong idea. Garcia arched her eyebrow. "Eh.. your room I mean", adding quickly.

"Hm-hmm, sure newbie", Garcia voiced in a playful tone. "I'm a profiler by association remember? I can tell when you're lying to me. Just like the time you thought the sweater was amazing."

"I - ... How are you feeling?" Luke inquired, trying to deflect. Of course he loved the sweater, but for a different reason than what Garcia might think. She gave it to him as a gift, an apology gift actually. She really didn't have to, he found it quite amusing how worked up she got over it all.

She smirked at his reply, knowing he was trying to avert the conversation. "I'm feeling okay, a lot better than this morning. My throat hurts, and body aches but I'm not feeling quite as faint thank god".

"Do you want to get some rest?"

"It is getting quite late, that would probably be the best idea. Not too sure how much beauty sleep I'll get though..."

"I'll take the couch - "

"You really don't have to stay. I can take care of myself." she sounded almost embarrassed.

"I'm not leaving your side, doctors orders remember!" Nodding slowly, Garcia knew she'd never win this argument. "Please just shout if you need anything?"

"Thank you. I really do appreciate this, and you." Her voice was soft and measured like a guy trying to overcome stutter.

"Who knew you were nice? I heard rumours, but never believed it was true" Luke teased. "That might have been the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Oh shut up you! There's blankets under the sofa. Luke gave her a strange look so she added, "I fall asleep a lot watching movies and can never make it back to bed," she chuckled more confidently now.

"Aaah, we'll have to watch some of those movies tomorrow? That's if you're up for it"

"That would be lovely new guy", she replied between yawns. The words new guy lingered on her tongue.

"You don't have to pretend to hate me, no one is around you know. I've been on the team for months now."

Looking down she smiled, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Garcia awoke to the smell of burning. She looked at her alarm on her bedside table, it read 9:20am. Panicking slightly, she got up and ran into the kitchen. That was when she saw him, forgetting he stayed the night.

"Shit", she mumbled under her breathe. Looking down at her attire, a flush came over her. Her floral lace playsuit was the only pyjama set she could find in her drowsy state.

The sound of Luke clearing his throat woke Garcia out of her trance. "Good morning", he barely crocked up. "I.. eh.. was trying to make you breakfast."

"Oh.. I.. You didn't have to." All Garcia wanted to do was retreat back to her room.

"Yeah well, didn't do much of a good job anyways. I've burnt the toast. Sorry-."

"No no don't apologise silly! There's a cafe around the corner, I could get us something."

"Now your being silly, I insist. You need to rest, you don't look good."

"Ouch, here I thought you were giving me heart eyes." Garcia had composed herself enough to put colour in Luke's cheeks.

"I- you are something else Penelope Garcia." Luke spoke in a low and gravely voice. "I'll get something from around the corner, since I burnt all your bread. Any requests?"

"Surprise me!" Garcia coughed up. She needed to lie down again. Heading to the sofa, she smiled at Luke as closed the front door.

Unlocking the front door, Luke quietly let himself in, not knowing if Garcia would be awake or not. He walked into the living, and not to his surprise she was fast asleep on the sofa. Grabbing the pink poker dot blanket from the floor, he tucked it around warm body. Luke pulled away quick, trying to block out the thoughts which were developing in his mind. Garcia's warm body, against his. 'Really not the right time for this', he told himself. Trying the push back the images of how beautiful Garcia would look beneath him, he went over to the kitchen and put the food in the oven, keeping it hot for when Garcia wakes up.

A few hours later, just before 12, Luke heard what sounded like heavy coughing from the living room. Garcia was gasping for air. Rushing over to her, he gave her a glass of water which was on the table. Luke sat next to her on the sofa, rubbing her back gently. Taking sipes, Garcia's breathing seemed to steady, coughing gradually stopped. Luke never stopped rubbing her back though, even after she got her breathe back. They both seemed to realise his touch near about the same time, as Garcia couldn't help but shiver. He felt the shiver through his hand and bristly took away his hand.

Clearing his throat for the second time today, Luke inquired if she was okay. He didn't care anymore that he couldn't hide the fact he was worried, it was pretty obvious.

"Yeah, I think I'm okay now. It was just a bit of a shock."

"Of course. Do you need anything?"

"I remember you saying on your first day, you've never watched Titanic to Reid. So all I want really is to see you cry handsome. If you don't cry, you have no heart and I don't trust you."

"Considering you're ill, anything for you. But I'm not always going to be soft on you."

"I highly doubt that.."

Luke smirked back, knowing she's most certainly right.