Johnny and Mike returned from Hectors with a bag of food. "Go upstairs and see if Briggs wants to eat," Johnny suggested dropping the sack on the kitchen counter.

But Mike wasn't stupid or so said the FBI practicals. "Doesn't Briggs typically throw things at people who disturb him?"

"Only his flips and an occasional book. I know he always reminds you he has a gun but I have never actually seen him pull it on one of us."

"I have," Mike muttered under his breath.

"Leave him alone guys," the voice of Jakes drifted into the room as he came down the stairs. "I just checked on him. He is still running that high fever and is in a lot of pain. Nothing in that bag from Hectors is going to solve those problems."

"Still 104?" Mike inquired.

Jakes winced and shrugged. "103, 104, what's a degree among friends. Still too high. But the man won't listen and I'm not his mother."

"Maybe we should ignore what he says and drag him to the hospital anyway," Mike proposed.

"You go ahead and do that Mikey. But make sure you let me know when you are gonna try, cause I want a front row seat Bro," Johnny said flopping down in a chair.

Frustrated, Mike ran a hand through his hair. "Well there must be something we can do to help. Can't you call Briggs' supervisor?"

"Oh you mean the one Brigg's refers to as 'Dick'. Funny though, I thought his first name was Harry. Yeah that is a real good idea Mike…Not."

Further discussion was halted by the arrival of Charlie and Paige and their magic Wal-Mart bag. "Got the solution guys."

"At Wal-Mart?" Johnny quizzed.

"Invanz," Paige continued holding the bag aloft.

"Lauren is gone. Who has connections with the Russian mafia?" Johnny asked clearly puzzled.

Jakes examined the contents of the bag Paige set in front of him. "Invanz is a broad-spectrum antibiotic," he said slowly reading the package. "Administered intravenously," he added as he held up the package of sealed syringes.

"Yep," Charlie said as she grabbed the package of needles. "I have an infection."

"You do?" Mike asked joining the group. "You faked an infection, so you could see a Doctor, to get this stuff?"

"Not exactly," Paige said taking the bag of syringes back from Charlie. "A story for another day Mike. Now, let's get this stuff into Briggs."

Jakes grabbed the Wal-Mart bag of drugs but Paige took it away from him. "I know you are the closest thing we have to any medical expertise in this house Jakes, but I think this might be better handled by Charlie and me. Paul is less likely to go postal on us."

Jakes and Johnny nodded their heads at the wise suggestion and Mike figured it was another house story he'd learn about in time.

The girls headed up the stairs and Jakes clapped his hands together. "That is that fellows. Now I think I will see what is in that Hectors bag you boys brought back. I seriously doubt Briggs is gonna want to eat anything," he said peering in the bag. "After all he is sick." Jakes reached into the bag, pulled out a taco and took a big bite. "Paybacks a bitch," he said swiping his tongue across his lips. "Here's to all my milk, OJ and cereal," he toasted as he walked out of the room.

Johnny looked over at Mike. "Wanna play some video games Mike? If we turn the sound up we won't hear what is going on upstairs. Plausible deniability."

"Sounds like a plan."