On the morning of her birthday, Hetty woke up with a head full of mucus.

'How joyous, I have a cold for my birthday.' She sarcastically said.

'Sorry about that. As much as I would love to stay here all day, Beale just called, and I have a case to attend to.' Granger replied.

'Even better, my husband is leaving me alone! (blows nose).'

(Sighs). 'I'll do something for you before I leave. I'll check in with you later.'

His gift? Clean sheets on the bed.

Hetty was so comfortable, she didn't even wake up when her cell phone rang! Which of course worried Granger.

That evening.

'Mmm. You look awful. How tense was the case?' Hetty sleepily asked when she woke up and saw him.

'Well gee! Here's a guess: I tried calling you earlier and you didn't answer! And I couldn't get away because I was in the field with Sam! Maybe I thought you had died or something!' Granger exclaimed. Then he saw Hetty laughing. 'What's so funny?'

'Oh, you silly man! It's these clean sheets! They were so warm, I didn't want to get up! You can understand that, right?'

Facepalm. 'Right. You're weak, and a warm bed would make you want to sleep more. Should've guessed!'

'Hey, I'm sorry! I'm just trying not to feel so miserable.' Hetty retorted.

Guiltily. 'Yeah yeah. Well, at least you enjoyed my gift.'