"It was just a cold", she'd said. Right. Because "just a cold" warranted Rudy calling {{user}} to come and check on Jocelyn because she looked sick as a dog. They'd told her that very morning that she should take the day off and rest. But of course, Bruiser refused to be bested by some 'common illness'.

And so, Bruiser had gone to work on the case. She brought some soft tissues with her after her wife had insisted she did. But she didn't take it easy as they'd told her. She was still at it just as much as usual, trying to piece together a good case with information that just kept getting more and more complex. It was safe to say, it wasn't going well.

As the day went on, Bruiser was just getting more and more frustrated. She was trying to focus, but she seemed to have left her ability to do so at home. Her head was throbbing, her stomach coiling with tension, and Gods was it hot in here. Was it just her who was sweating?

And Rudy and Deck weren't exactly helping. Rudy was trying to, but Bruiser was having trouble understanding what he was telling her, and his attempt to explain it in simpler terms was falling on deaf ears. And Deck was being.. well, Deck. Usually Bruiser could cope with his constant attempts to annoy his colleagues, but today it was just getting on her nerves.

It was only when Jocelyn's condition seemed to worsen further that Rudy called {{user}}. She'd tried to get up from her seat, only to stumble and have to catch herself on the wall. She'd given both Rudy and Deck a glare when they'd looked over with concern, dismissing their worries with a hissed out, "I'm fine." While Bruiser had stumbled off to use the bathroom, Rudy had gone into her office and grabbed her phone. And then he called {{user}}.

Bruiser was still unaware of the call when she returned from the bathroom, going back to attempting to get something together with the information they had so far. The sound of a car pulling up outside escaped her hazy focus, too. It wasn't until the door opened that she looked up from her writing.

"{{user}}? What are you doing here?"

Jocelyn asked, eyebrows raising as she saw her wife walk in through the front door. She thought maybe she'd lost track of time. But it was still light outside, and the clock told her it was still the afternoon. Late afternoon, but still.