My Partner Against Crime

Chapter 39

A few weeks have past since Spencer and I hooked up again, for the last time. I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel like a different person. Emotionally and physically, I've been changing. I haven't been feeling well lately, maybe it's the stress and guilt of my night with Spencer, or maybe I'm just catching something.

I sit up in bed waking up feeling nauseous, again. Shit, I hope I don't have the flu. I quickly rush to the bathroom, throwing open the toilet lid and emptying whatever's left in me.

"Are you still not feeling well?" Eli comes into the bathroom, he holds my hair back and gently rubs my back.

"We should get you to a doctor, they'll be able to give you something to feel better, babe." I shake my head and sit on the cold floor.

"I'll be fine, it's hasn't been that long. It'll blow over soon." I reach for Eli's hand to help me up, thankful for his strength making up for the lack of mine. I stand up and rinse my mouth in the sink, then brush my teeth desperate to get a clean mouth.

"I'm pretty sure it's been longer than a week. Can you take a sick day? I think you should stay home, get back in bed and sleep, that could really help you." He gently rubs my back.

"It's not that bad, if I'm not better in another week I'll go see a doctor, okay?" I rinse my mouth clear of tooth paste and mess up his wavy hair.

He sticks his pinky out to me. I roll my eyes and grab his with mine, smirking at him.

"I need to shower," I say, sliding open the door and turning on the water.

"What time are you leaving?" I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it in the dirty laundry bin with the rest of my outfit, and step into the shower.

"I don't need to meet up with the new cabinet guys until later today, but I'm also checking out another property... Are you feeling any better now?" His fingers rest on the band of his boxers. I shake my head and run my hands through my wet hair.

"I'm still not feeling great, but it's nothing to worry about." I'm not going to lie, I feel off and I'd much rather be back in bed downing some sort of cold medicine than being awake this early getting ready for my long day.

"I'm worried about you. I know you're tough, but you don't always need to be. This might not be one of the times you can't just shrug it off and go on with you day, Mar." I groan at his words, and massage my scalp with shampoo.

"Alright, I'm done worrying, for now. I'll make breakfast." He walks out of the streamy bathroom. Eli is an annoyingly good cook, the man is great at everything. At one try he can effortlessly nail a recipe, although really that isn't such a bad thing for me.

I rush my shower, my empty stomach desperate to have whatever Eli made. I put on black dress pants and a light blue blouse. I take no more than twenty minutes putting on makeup and head to the kitchen.

Eli sits at the breakfast nook writing in his notebook with an empty plate in front of him. He looks up as he hears me walk over.

"Damn, you nearly look as good as my food." I act playfully offended and gently slap his chest.

"Hey!" I laugh as he pulls me into him, and kisses me.

"Your beauty is effortless, my love." He says in a mocking tone. He kisses my cheek before moving to get my already made plate.

"I would have gone all out, but you really need to go shopping, which I can do for you before I go to work." He kisses my head and pulls my chair out for me.

I thank him and happily take a bite of my perfectly golden toast with a light layer of grape jam smeared on top. He sits across from me and picks his phone up.