Colds, flu, infections, insect-borne pathogens. Poisons, curses, spells.
Chills, sweats, delirium, hallucinations.
Huddling for warmth. Cool cloths. Unanticipated handsiness.
Delirious confessions of love. Confessions of love while the other person is unconscious.
Repressed memories rising to the surface.
The possibilities are endless.
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They were notifying the widow of the morning’s victim when the chills started in earnest. He was inside the house, which he thought must be reasonably warm, but he was still keeping his jacket zipped up tight and was planning on pulling on his hoodie as soon as they were out, and he was shivering, not to mention his throat. Hank gave him a side-eye when a particularly violent shudder made him sit up straighter. Even the widow, who was trying to keep it together enough to detail their financial situation, noticed that something wasn’t right.
“Sorry, please carry on,” Nick mumbled, giving her what he hoped was a mixture of reassuring and understanding smile. God, but he was coldOooo ( ... )
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And then it ends with implied Nick/Juliette schmoop and cuddles!
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And, now that I think about it, Nick is going to have to tell Juliette where he got the tea... Perhaps Juliette is going to get some more and will meet the helpful owner... or catch Monroe there...
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You're up on the master list. If you post to AO3, remember you can put it in the Running Hot collection.
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Eh, I don't have an AO3 account, but I'll keep it in mind ;-P
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