When you woke up, you felt like death itself. With a stomach ache, clogged nostrils and a burning sensation to your throat. You were sick. You couldn't believe it, you don't even know how you got sick!

But you were also so very stubborn, so you sucked it up and went to work, despite the fact that you could barely walk. You were convinced that they needed you. And they did, you were an outstanding agent, but not when you were ill.

With the huge workload, no one really noticed. Except Derek, because his desk was right next to yours and he couldn't concentrate with the constant sniffling and blowing nose. He eventually turned his chair and sighed in your direction.

"Okay, sweetness, go home." He clasped his hands together on the desk. "Go home, rest, eat some soup or somethin'. You're obviously sick outta your pretty head."