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Nurses, Hotch/Rossi
Title: Nurses
Author: Montiese
Category: General
Pairing: Hotch/Rossi
Rating: YTEEN
Summary: “Are you telling me to stop being stupid?”
Author’s Note: written for the prompt congestion, given by severity_softly. I guess you can say they might be my comfort level now.
Hotch put his hand on Dave’s chest, feeling the slight rumble in his lungs. He didn’t like it, and he didn’t like Dave refusing to go to the hospital. He was asleep now, peaceful, but that might not last for too long. He was sick and it took him long enough to admit that, even longer to get him to stop moving. There was only so much chicken soup and TLC could do; Hotch would not let his stubbornness be his undoing. That had already happened more times than the profiler could count.
Dave opened his eyes and smiled. He liked the warmth of Hotch’s hand on his bare skin, he always did. He knew he was worried, might even concede and go to the hospital if he pressed again. It was not often that Dave got sick, surely wasn’t often that someone was there to take care of him. Was he silly enough to let the idea of Hotch being his nursemaid keep him from getting help he might need? Sadly, the answer was probably yes.
“I'm worried about you.” Hotch moved his face close to Dave’s and whispered in his ear.
“I'm worried about you now,” Dave reached up to cup his cheek. “If it’s contagious, surely you’ve got it too.”
“Don’t joke around…I don’t like that rumble in your chest.”
“I'm fine, I…” a coughing fit cut him off.
Hotch pulled back, helping Dave sit up a little as it got worse and finally passed. He handed him a glass of water.
“You could have pneumonia, Dave.”
Dave didn’t like the tone of Hotch’s voice; helpless and scared. He had only heard him like that a few times and he didn’t like it then either.
“Are you telling me to stop being stupid?”
“I'm telling you that I'm worried. I'm telling you if anything ever happened to you I would…”
“What?” Dave reached for his hand.
“Can we just go to the hospital please? If it’s nothing, you will be no worse off. If it’s something then we’ll get through it.”
I hate hospitals.” Dave grumbled.
“I know that. But you like nurses.” Hotch grinned, his dimples poking into his cheeks.
“Nurses do make the experience a bit more tolerable.”
“So we’ll go?”
“We’ll go. I think I'm sick, Aaron.”
Hotch laughed a bit, leaning to kiss his cheek. Then he gave him Eskimo kisses.
“I'm going to take care of you.”
“Why?”
“Dave…”
“It’s a simple question.” He coughed a little.
“Because you are very important to me, that’s why. Now stop talking and rest...I’ll get you some clothes.”
Hotch got up from the bed and went over to the dresser. Sweats would probably be more comfortable than jeans. He went into the third drawer for a pair and then grabbed a tee shirt from the second drawer. The top drawer was his now, a small gesture but one that went all the way to the bottom of Hotch’s heart.
“Because I love you,” he whispered.
Dave didn’t respond; he wasn’t sure he was even supposed to hear it. He just closed his eyes, mouthed the words to himself, and knew that he would be alright.
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“I know that. But you like nurses.” Hotch grinned, his dimples poking into his cheeks.
“Nurses do make the experience a bit more tolerable.”
Ahahahahahaha! That was PERFECT! :D
Thank you for giving into my tiny covert guilt trip. ;) I love it!
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Covert guilt trips FTW!!! Now lets see if I can use any of the other prompts for my primary pairings : )
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And Dave definitely loves nurses, I enjoyed writing that part the most.
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You made me happy and warm, 3:25 in the morning. Thanks!
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Making someone happy and warm at 3:25am is no easy feat so that makes me proud : )