2 December - A Pretender/Profiler drabble for
antiqueskies who asked for Jarod/Rachel and soup.
. . .
No one has ever made him soup before. Not like this, anyway.
What was intended to be a romantic evening with the profiler got off to an awful start when Jarod knocked on her door with reddened eyes and a temperature.
It's nice to be taken care of, he thinks. Tucked into her bed, eating chicken soup, he decides that being sick is perhaps not so bad after all.
"Do you mind if I work?" she asks.
He shakes his head and watches Rachel spread her files over the bedspread.
Yes, he thinks, he could definitely get used to this.