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Amita glanced over at Charlie, who was asleep in her car. She drove through the quiet streets of LA and navigated to the Eppes household.
"Charlie? Charlie…wake up. We're home."
Charlie slowly opened his eyes and let out a low moan. Amita got out of the car and went to Charlie's side and opened his door. She helped him out and led him up the stairs to the front door, Charlie leaning on her most of the time. She got out her key and unlocked the door. She led Charlie upstairs and opened the door to his bedroom. She remembered the first time she was up here—she had felt so weird entering part of Charlie's private world and that feeling never totally went away. Each time she came up here it seemed like she found out something new about him. Amita led Charlie to his bed, which Charlie collapsed on with a sigh of relief. He kicked off his shoes, removed his coat with Amita's help and pulled the un-maid covers around him. She quietly left the room and went downstairs. After taking her own shoes and coat off and found the phone. She dialed Don's number and sank onto the couch while waiting for him to pick up.
"Eppes." Don's voice was hard and cold, like it always was when he was stressed by some FBI business.
"Don, it's Amita."
"Oh hey. How's Charlie?"
"Asleep before he hit the pillow."
"Good."
"Yeah. I was just calling to make sure it was okay with you if I crash on your couch."
"Of course. Charlie's gonna need someone there when he wakes up. He's not the best at taking care of himself when he's sick."
"How sick do you mean?" Amita asked, concern filling her thoughts.
"I don't know."
"Do you think it's possible he just worked himself into exhaustion?"
"It's possible…" Don's voice trailed off.
"But…"
"But I've seen Charlie work for two days straight and be fine. And I've certainly never seen him pass out like that from simply working too much."
"Okay, good to know, I guess."
"Oh, I've got to go, Amita. Everything you'll need is in the downstairs bathroom under the sink. And Charlie loves--"
"Saltine crackers when he's sick." Amita finished Don's sentence. "I know, Don."
Don smiled. "Well, it sounds as if Charlie is in good hands. Tell him I'll come over as soon as possible, okay?"
"Sure. 'Bye Don."
"'Bye."
Amita hung up the phone and laid down on the couch. After five minutes of lying there she sat up again, fighting the urge to check on Charlie. The urge won and Amita went upstairs. Opening Charlie's door, she crept in quietly and looked at Charlie sleeping. His sleep was rather restless, she noted. His face was scrunched as though he had a headache. Amita went downstairs and found the Aspirin under the bathroom sink. She took up the bottle and set it on the table next to Charlie's bed, along with a glass of water and the package of Saltines. She wandered back downstairs and settled on the couch for a restless night of sleep.
A/N: Wow! Normally I send out a thank you to all those who review or thank you but I can't because there's too many of them! You guys made my day : ) So here's another chapter! Please review and again, I have more waiting to go up!