Title: Cure
By: boho-beata
Rating: PG-13. Kids wouldn't really appreciate this.
Fandom/Pairing: CSI: NY - DannyFlack
Summary: Based upon prompt #078. Cure.
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nada.

Day 6 of Don's enslavement.

"Donnie, get me some tissues," Danny groaned, his voice muffled by a pillow.

"How the hell did you get sick?" Don sighed, handing Danny a box of tissues.

"I told you all ready, Hawkes had a cold, he sneezed near Lindsay, who then coughed near Adam, who I shared a Coke with," Danny explained, then blew his nose. "Not my fault at all."

"I still don't understand why ya shared a Coke with Adam..."

"Cause we were both short a dollar!" Danny groaned, throwing the tissue at Flack. "Now be quiet, my head hurts."

"Y'know I got a cure for that," Don smirked, sitting on the bed and straddling Danny.

"No, get off, I don't want you sick, then you can't baby me. Now go make me soup, slave. And get me some NyQuil. And chocolate. I want Reese's."

Don sighed and climbed off of the bed. "One more day.." He muttered and headed out to the kitchen, "One more day and I can kill him."