The past stays in the past

Chapter 13-Sick Angela

Angela's POV
I woke up to my head pounding, I get out of bed and walk towards the kitchen. I take 4 ibuprofens and down them with some water. I'm sweating like shit so I turn the air down to 60, I head to the couch and lay down hoping I don't vomit.

Lucy's POV
I wake up to the sound of the alarm going off I turn over to turn it off but I feel the bed empty. I sit up and look around the room and still don't see Angela. I walk out into the living room it's cold as shit, I go turn the air off and see Angela on the couch. I go over and crouch down to her level and start rubbing her check. Baby it's time to wake up, I say softly. She turns her body towards me and slowly open her eyes. Good morning, I say softly with a smile, Good Morning, she replies back sleepy. Couldn't sleep, I ask her still stroking her check. Mhm, she says closing her eyes again. Let me know next time and I'll stay up with you, but we have to get ready for work come on, I say helping her up off the couch. I take her to the bedroom and sit her on the bed, you get ready I'll get the kids okay, I say while giving her a kiss on the forehead and leave the room. I get the kids ready and give them some yogurt before I start getting ready. As I'm doing my hair I see Angela on the bed zoned out. I throw my hair in a ponytail and quickly go over to her. Ang, I say but she does snap out of it. I call her name a few more times but nothing works. I step between her legs and tilt her chin up and she snaps out of it. Sweetheart what's wrong, I ask her while running my fingers through her hair. I don't feel good, she says holding back tears because she hates being sick. What's hurting you, I ask as I wipe the tears that started coming down her face. My head and my stomach, she says. I feel her head and it's a bit warm but not too much. How about you get back in bed while I call Grey and get us the day off so I can take care of you, I say. I'll be fine I promise, she says with a slight smile. Tell me if you want to go home or if you get worse okay, I say with a stern voice. I will I promise baby, she says softly. I love you, I say as I kiss her forehead. I love you too, she says while grabbing my hands. Come one let's go, I say while pulling her off the bed.

We pull into the station and before we go in I take Angela's hand, tell me if you need to go home or don't feel good okay, I say. I will babe I promise, she says as she gives my hand a light squeeze. We give each other a kiss before we head into the station. Once we get in I head to my desk and start working on one of my cases. I'm working on triple homicide, the case has been pasted around 4 stations but no once can crack it. The main suspect Mark Smith is one of the three but they couldn't tie enough evidence to him.  I check traffic cams and see a red Honda that sat across the street from the house and only left at 9am. I run the license plate and it's under Mark Smith. I play the footage the night of the attack. Three people get out the car including Mark Smith, you couldn't get a good read on the other two when you run them through facial recognition. I see Bradford about to head out so I stop, Bradford, I yell. He turns around and gives me an annoyed look, yes, he says. Can I hold your radio real quick, I ask. He hands it to me, I need all units to be on the lookout for Mark Smith he's the number one suspect in a triple homicide, he might be armed I need him brought in alive not dead, I say and hand the radio back to Tim. Thanks, I say as I start walking away. You really think you can tie him to this, the case has been passed around and no one has evidence that it's him, Tim says. I know I can blonde go get him, I say.

Angela's POV 
I'm interviewing a suspect with Nyla when I feel my stomach start to twist and my vision goes blurry. You okay, Nyla I asked me. I'll be back,  I say while trying not to throw up. Once I leave the interrogation room I run to the bathroom and throw up. Tears slowly start streaming down my face as I continue to throw up. Nyla comes in and holds my hair back while I'm throwing up, you sure you okay because it doesn't look like it, Nyla says. I'm fine please don't tell Lucy she already has enough to deal with, I say. Can't promise anything I'm not getting yelled at by Lucy, Nyla says. I just laugh and clean myself up.