Darcy sniffled again, reaching for the box of tissues. She yanked one out to blow her nose loudly and then tossed it in the Starbucks bag she had left there that morning for that very purpose.
After her boss had sent her home, she’d gotten a chocolate croissant and a peppermint mocha, but both were long gone and she was sort of wanting something warm to ease her sore throat again.
Groaning, she started to pull herself up to a sitting position when her phone rang. She grabbed it, recognizing the number immediately.
“Spencer?” she answered, sort of surprised to hear from him. He was away on a case with the team. She’d left word with Penelope that she was sick and staying home for a few days, but she hadn’t really expected to hear from him until the case was over.
“Hey, could you buzz me in?” he asked.
“Buzz you in? Where are you?”
“Downstairs,” he replied as if it was obvious.
“Okay, but where were you? Because I thought you were on a case.”
“In Virginia,” he clarified. “Not far at all, and they didn’t need me for this one. Thought you probably needed me more, so...”
She honestly couldn’t remember if Penelope or anyone had told her he was in Virginia, but she wasn’t exactly feeling one-hundred percent, so she definitely could have forgotten.
“Oh. Well. Yeah, let me come buzz you in... I will warn you... I’m mucousy.”
“I brought hot chocolate,” he replied.
“Oh damn...” she quickly hit the buzzer and went back to the sofa. “You don’t happen to have food with you, do you?”
“I wasn’t sure what you’d want to eat, so I ordered takeout from all three of your favorite places.”
“You really abide by the whole ‘stuff a cold’ thing, huh?”
“Well, that’s actually an old adage, probably began somewhere in the Middle Ages where there were only two kinds of known illnesses. One brought on by a chill, which could be remedied by fueling yourself, and one from a fever, which would need to be cooled down. But really you should feed a cold and feed a fever, or better yet, drown them both because replenishing fluids is most important.”
“I love you,” she murmured, laying her head back on the sofa when she heard his key in the door.
“Love you too,” he replied, hanging up the phone. “Do you want food first or...”
“The doctor has spoken,” she replied. “Gotta replenish them fluids, so gimme that hot chocolate.”
