Disclaimer: I have a time limit here.. *tap, tap* Is this thing on? Hello? Oh it is, thanks. I'd just like to say... are you sure? Testing, 1-2-3... Oh, ok, I'd just like to say-

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CJ woke up when Danny began to toss and turn. She glanced at the clock and realized she'd only been asleep for a little over an hour.

"Danny." she shook him gently. "Wake up, I think you need some medicine."

He woke up and opened his eyes. He stared at her for a moment, then smiled. "Anything you say, CJ."

"Well, that's a nice change." She rolled her eyes. "When did you take medicine, Danny?"

He concentrated. "At the Post, before my meeting."

"What time?"

Danny shrugged. CJ began to count backwards and decided it had been more than enough time for him to take something. "Okay, Danny, you need to concentrate for me. What hurts?"

He was silent for a long moment and CJ thought he had fallen back to sleep. Finally, he began to speak. "My throat. My nose. My head hurts a little. And my whole body, can you give me a massage?"

CJ ignored the last part and looked through the medicines still on her nightstand from when she had been sick. She picked one up and shook out two pills. She hurried to get him a glass of water before he fell asleep again.

He took the pills and settled back down. Then he opened his eyes again. "I'm still in my clothes. I'm in your bed in my jeans."

"Yeah." CJ told him. "And?"

"I'm finally in your bed, and I'm wearing jeans. And I'm too weak to do anything about it."

CJ hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do you want help getting out of your clothes?" He grinned at her and she hurried to add, "You are wearing boxers and stuff under your clothes, right?"

"That'd be great, these jeans are annoying. But don't get any ideas, CJ. I'm a sick man."

"You're sick all right," she muttered. Then she added dryly, "I'll try to control myself."

"Thank you." He told her sincerely. She smiled softly and moved to help him.

She threw the blanket off and helped him sit up, glad he had regained a little strength during his short nap. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt, her pulse racing as he stared at her from just a few inches away. He intently studied her face as she fumbled with the buttons.

"Stop it."

"You're blushing." Danny informed her. "Are you having impure thoughts about me?"

"Stop it!" CJ's blush deepened.

"You are, admit it."

"Danny," she warned.

He shut his mouth. His eyes, however, wouldn't stop laughing at her.

"Just for that, I think I'll leave you to get your pants off yourself."

He grabbed her hand. "I'd be forever grateful if you helped me. Please?"

She tried not to laugh. "Okay, you win." She threw his shirt and suspenders to the bottom of the bed, then moved to his pants.

She paused and looked at him. "Not a word, Daniel."

He nodded his agreement and she helped him out of the jeans, carefully not touching his skin at any time. She tossed the jeans with the rest of his clothes. Only when she had tucked the blankets around him did he talk again. "Admit it, impure thoughts."

She raised an eyebrow. "Don't start something you can't finish. Do you want something to eat?"

He decided to let the first sentence hang for now. "Actually, I'm more tired than hungry. Why don't you come lay down and sing me to sleep?"

CJ laughed and grabbed the bottle of pills. "Wow, this must be some good stuff. You're delusional. Go to sleep."

She left him to go take a shower, leaving the door partly open so she could hear him if he called.

He was tempted to call in the middle of her shower, just to see her in a towel, but he fell asleep before the shower started.

She forced herself to think of work so she wouldn't imagine him in the shower with her.

She came back to the bedroom to find him sleeping. She fixed his blankets, then went to the kitchen to make herself some tea. She grabbed a book and went back to sit on the chair by Danny's side. She didn't even get through a chapter before she put it aside and fell asleep. She never finished the tea.

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Part 4: Congestion