Prompt: Based on the promo for 14x07 could you write a fanfic about Rosa getting the flu and Densi taking care of her please?
A/N: Obviously differs from what actually occurred in "Survival of the Fittest".
"So, how was your math test?" Deeks asked, trailing Rosa into the house. She'd more quiet than usual on the drive home, which he presumed had something to do with the results of said test. Overall, she was doing amazingly well academically, but he knew Rosa would be upset with anything less than a B.
"I think it went well," she responded with a shrug and a quiet sigh. "We won't get grades back until next week."
"Oh, well that's good. Anything interesting happen at school?"
"No." Dropping her book bag next to the door, she flopped onto the couch. Deeks raised an eyebrow, giving her a second look. Under the better lighting she seemed a little pale and listless.
"Are you feeling ok?" he asked, his concern growing when she lifted her shoulders in a weak shrug.
"Yes, I'm just tired," she said. Deeks leaned over, gently palming her cheek. He frowned at the heat emanating from her skin. Shivering, Rosa pulled her hoodie closer around her body, and peered up at him with slightly gazed eyes.
Yup, she was definitely sick. Concern knotted in Deeks' stomach, even as he reminded himself that Rosa was healthy and probably just had the latest cold floating around the high school.
"Hey guys, dinners almost ready," Kensi said cheerfully, appearing from the kitchen. She glanced between them, her smile dropping in an instance as she took in Deeks' protective stance over Rosa. "What's going on?" she asked flatly.
"Rosa has a fever," he answered.
"Oh my god." Kensi rushed forward, and brushed her knuckles over Rosa's forehead. Rosa made a halfhearted attempt to wave her off.
"Estoy bien. Solo necesito dormir," she insisted, falling into Spanish as she often did when she was tired or particularly emotional. In direct contrast to her words, Rosa shivered, her eyes slipping shut. Deeks swore her cheeks were more flushed than a minute ago.
"Si claro," Kensi said with a roll of her eyes. Turning to Deeks, she added, "Voy a buscar el termómetro."
"Good idea," Deeks said distractedly as Rosa rubbed her temples, brows scrunched together in obvious pain. He quietly headed to the bathroom, returning with a bottle of ibuprofen and water.
Rosa peeled an eye open when he opened the bottle, and silently held out her hand for him to shake a couple of tablets into her palm.
"Thanks," she whispered once she'd swallowed them down. By now she had tipped over sideways, her head cushioned on arm of the couch, arms wrapped tightly around her torso.
Kensi came back with a thermometer, and nudged Rosa awake enough to slip it under her tongue. When it beeped a half minute later, Deeks glanced down at the tiny screen.
"102 degrees. Yeah, somebody's taking a sick day tomorrow," he drawled. "You must feel pretty crappy."
"It's ok," Rosa repeated quietly. "It's not the first time I've been sick. I can take care of myself."
"But you don't have to," Kensi reminded her, gently smoothing a hand through her hair. "C'mon, let's get you more comfortable."
Ten minutes later, Rosa was firmly ensconced on the couch with a mug of steaming tea, wrapped in a thick blanket with a selection of cold medicine and lozenges on the side table. She sipped at her tea, the warm beverage seeming to revive her slightly, and sighed, resting her on the back of the couch.
"Thank you," she murmured again, offering them a sleepy smile. "You guys are good parents."
Deeks grabbed Kensi's waist, tugging her against his side.
"See that," he whispered, pressing his lips to her temple. "We're kind of good at this."
A/N: Rough Spanish translation, thanks to google translate and Quora:
I'm fine. I just need to sleep.
Sure, you are. I'm going to get a thermometer.