Title: Sick Days

Authoress: Incinera

Genre: Family / Hurt/Comfort

Don swallowed carefully. His throat felt like he'd swallowed cotton. "Hey, Reeves, I know you've still got Halls over there. Throw me one."

Megan obliged, tossing the package over. "Sore throat?"

Don nodded. "I think Granger gave me whatever he had." An affronted look was directed at the aforementioned agent, who just looked amused. "Sure, laugh. That's the last time I drive you anywhere."

Colby held up his hands. "Hey, I didn't ask you to drive me to the clinic. I was perfectly capable." Don raised an eyebrow. "Okay, so I had a little fever. No big deal."

Don snorted. "A fever of 102.6 is a big deal Granger. You shouldn't have even come in for work with a temperature like that."

Colby smirked. "Whatever you say mother." Don glared. "I meant father! Err, never mind."

Don sneezed.

Charlie had to fight down the urge to take a picture of his sleeping brother. According to his team, Don had struggled grouchily with his latest case for most of the morning before giving into their request for him to take a nap.

Once situated on the breakroom couch however; he'd pretty much passed out and wouldn't wake up for love or money. Megan had informed Colby and David, if Don didn't wake up in an hour, that they would call Charlie to take Don home.

That had been almost three hours ago. The team had actually forgotten that Don was asleep, with all the interviews with witnesses happening, and had only realized after Liz had come looking for Don. They'd checked to find their boss still sound asleep and Megan promptly called Charlie.

Charlie moved forward and lightly tapped Don's shoulder. "Don, wake up." No reaction. "Do-on, wake up." Still no reaction. Charlie shook his brother's shoulder. "Wake up Donald."

"Don' call me that."

"Then get up."

"No. Don' wanna. Comfy."

"You'll be more comfy at home."

"Still not moving."

"Get up or I'll get Colby to carry you out."

Don opened his eyes at that and scowled. "He wouldn't dare."

Charlie sighed and pulled out the big guns. "Get up and come with me or I'll call Dad and tell him to come get you."

Don scowled and sat up. "Jerk."