Disclaimer: Yep, I mean nope

#2 in Danny-sick stories, follows Nausea

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CJ pulled into her parking spot and turned off the car, waiting for Toby. Danny struggled with the seatbelt and she finally took pity on him and released it.

"Where are we?" Danny asked before sneezing. CJ handed him a tissue.

"At my apartment."

He glanced around the car, then closed his eyes again. "Smaller than I remember."

She smirked. "Okay, Mr. Literal. We're in the car in the parking garage of my apartment building. You didn't see this last time because we took a cab."

"Why are we sitting here?"

She sighed and patiently explained, "We're waiting for Toby to help me get you upstairs. And before you say anything, no you cannot walk there yourself."

She watched Toby pull up next to her and got out of her car. "Slowpoke."

"Just because you drive like a madwoman does not mean-"

CJ shrugged and cut him off. "Hey, my motto is 'Get there first or not at all.'"

He rolled his eyes and scowled at her. "Let's go, I'm missing my game."

"Well, we wouldn't want that." CJ told him, then laughed at the glare he threw her way.

They grabbed Danny and lurched towards the elevator. "Hey, no 'Out of Order' sign." CJ smiled. "Must be our lucky day."

"Are we going to get stuck in there?" Toby stared at the elevator.

"Nah, what's the chance of that happening again?"

Toby stared at her as they waited for the elevator. "You got stuck in the elevator?"

"Twice." CJ nodded. "I got a bunch of work done."

"Get a new apartment, CJ." Toby stared as the doors opened. "Sure this is safe?"

"C'mon." She dragged Toby and the nearly unconscious Danny onto the elevator. Toby fidgeted as the elevator rose and relaxed visibly when the doors reopened on her floor.

"I'm taking the stairs back down." Toby announced.

CJ shrugged. "Whatever." She pulled out her keys and opened the door.

"Where do you want him?"

"In my bed." CJ smirked. "Not a word, Ziegler."

"I can walk." Danny told them sleepily, his eyes still shut.

"Welcome back to the land of the living." CJ managed to get the door closed and keep him upright. "How many drugs did you take?"

"Enough to make it through the day," Danny mumbled.

CJ shook her head as they made their way down the hall. They dumped Danny on the bed and left him there while CJ hurriedly walked Toby out and locked the door behind him. She leaned against the closed door for a moment and took a deep breath. Above all else, she told herself, she needed to make sure she didn't get sick again.

She pushed herself up and went to the bedroom. She stared at Danny, already asleep, and smiled. She walked quietly to the bed and tugged his shoes off, placing them noiselessly on the floor. Tugging the blankets free of his weight, she decided he could sleep in his clothes for now and tucked him in.

She grabbed the ear thermometer from the medicine cabinet and took his temperature, rousing him slightly.

"CJ?" He blinked at her, then closed his eyes and smiled. "Nice dream."

She laughed. "No dream, Concannon. Now that you're awake, when did you take medicine last?"

"Not a dream?" Danny struggled to wrap his brain around that. He touched her arm tentatively, then pulled her towards him.

"Not while you're sick, Danny." CJ pulled her arm away, then blushed as she realized how her pronouncement could be taken.

He didn't seem to notice as he began to drift off again.

"Danny?" CJ gently shook him but he was asleep already. She sighed, then shrugged. Deciding that he would wake up when he needed more medicine, she left him there. She grabbed more comfortable clothes and changed in the bathroom. She tried to change, make dinner, and move around her apartment silently. A few times, she dropped something or bumped into something. Then she crept to the doorway and peered in.

But Danny never stirred, not even when CJ took his temperature again before she pulled a chair over to the bed, draped herself with blankets, and fell asleep with her feet propped up on the bed.

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Part 3: Dizziness