Prompt: L being so sick he doesn't even care anymore that the taskforce will find out about reader and him, so he straight up just comes downstairs in pjs, carrying an ice pack and just curls up in her lap without saying a word.

Your focus on your nightshift work was cut short when you saw the detective that had passed out on the desk next to you slowly sit up, looking lost.

"Sweetheart, you should go bed. You've fallen asleep on the desk too much" you said.

He didn't reply, still looking lost.

"You ok?"

"(Y/n)..." he said, in a small voice.

"Yeah?"

"Get some medicine... please"

"For?"

Before you could get an answer he got up, running off. A hand over his mouth, trying not to throw up the second he stood. You had a feeling he was getting sick, he seemed paler, was complaining about the nonexistent heat, and seemed groggy all day. Getting up, you obeyed his request and went into the medics cabinet where you pulled out a thermometer, some medicine and grabbed a water bottle on the way too. As you walked back down the halls you could hear him coughing up his beloved candy. Poor boy, throwing up isn't nice.

You immediately suspected a fever. He kept saying he felt hot, and if he wasn't able to keep down any food it was pretty obvious it was a virus.

Opening the door to the bathroom, you found him weakly leaning against the wall, not looking very happy at all. You sat down opposite him and gave him a sympathetic look.

"I had a feeling you were getting sick, what hurts?" You asked.

"My throat, my head, my stomach..." he whined.

"You're obviously nauseous... what about ears and nose? Are they blocked?"

"My nose is..."

Yep, sounded like a fever. You held the thermometer out for him and he took it into his mouth, letting it sit until it beeped. When you took a look at the reading, it was just as you thought. He had a fever.

"Oh yeah, you've got a fever" you said, grabbing the medicine and reading the dosage amount for someone L's age.

Filling the little measuring cup, you handed it to him. He gave you a pouty look.

"It's strawberry flavoured"

He hesitantly took it and downed the whole thing, immediately looking disgusted.

"Some strawberry..." he scoffed.

You grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet, handing him the water bottle.

"Drink something, and brush your teeth so you aren't stuck with the taste of stomach acid... then you should go to bed" you said.

"But we have-"

"No, work can wait. You're going to bed ok? You can sleep in my room if you want the air conditioner directly on you"

Knowing that he was too sick, and too tired to try and argue, he nodded.

"I'll go set everything up, and get you some shorter clothes, come up to my room when you're done"

You left to go up to your room where you set the air conditioner to a cool temperature, piled up some extra pillows and took off the extra blanket so he was cooler. Then you went hunting for some shorter clothes for him, with a temperature that high, he needed to cool off. He sleepily walked up to got room, taking the shorter clothes off you. You left to get one last thing, and ice pack.

Once all was done, ice pack wrapped in a hand towel, water bottle on the bedside table and medicine nearby. L in cooler clothes and looked like he was ready to pass out, you tucked him in like the caring girlfriend you were and assured him you'd take care of the work tonight.

"Get some sleep, or you won't get better as quickly" you said, gently ruffling his hair.

"Thanks darling..." he yawned.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be downstairs if you need anything, goodnight"

You leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead, putting a weak smile on his face.

"You'll get sick if you're too close to me" he warned.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take"

You turned off the lamp on the bedside table, walking off to continue your work.

"I love you" he said.

"I love you too, now get some sleep ok?" You replied.

With a final goodnight, you closed the door and went back downstairs to save all his work for him and get a move on with yours. Luckily you'd taken a nap earlier today specifically because you knew you had night shift. You could stay up a little longer than usual, you'd be fine.

In fact it was probably a good thing that all went down at night when everyone else is asleep. The taskforce don't know about you and L, they shouldn't know ideally. If they heard or saw you acting all lovey-dovey just then it'd be a bit of a shock for them.

You worked for the rest of the night until eventually the sun rose and one by one the taskforce members made their way down to their desks. Surprisingly, it took a while for them to notice the lack of L in the room.

It was already 9am when they finally figured it out.

"Wait a sec... where's L?" Matsuda spoke up.

"Asleep. He's sick" you replied.

"Since when?" Light asked.

"He was in the early stages yesterday, but last night he threw up and really sunk into fever territory. He's got a height temperature, sore throat, stomach and head. Blocked nose, bit of a cough and was pretty nauseous last night"

"That doesn't sound good" Aizawa said.

"He's not in good shape at the moment, I finished up all last nights work though"

With their questions on L now answered, they went back to work. Everything was pretty normal for a while until about 30 minutes later...

Footsteps could be heard upstairs, you were about to get up and see if L was ok but he beat you to him. He sleepily walked down the stairs wrapped in your sheets, red eyes, messy hair and audible sickly breathing.

"Hey, you good? Need more medicine?" You asked.

Your voice alerted the taskforce who looked up to see their boss. They'd never seen L look so weak before. Maybe it was the still tired mind of his, or maybe he was slightly delusional from the fever. But to your surprise and slight panic, he didn't even say a word, just sat down on the sofa next to you and curled up, using you as a pillow to fall back asleep on.

Right in front of the taskforce that wasn't meant to know about you two.

"Wha- L-" you whisper yelled.

"I don't care anymore..." he replied in a barely audible croaky voice.

The taskforce just looked in confusion as he decided your thighs were a good pillow. Almost immediately he passed out again, leaving you to deal with the explanation.

"Wha- geez L..." you sighed.

"He's... never done that before..." Light laughed.

"Is it just the sickness acting or..." Matsuda added.

"You know, I think it's a bit of both... uh- surprise?" You shrugged.

Well, the secret was out now. Not much you could do about it really. Gently running your fingers through his messy hair, you smiled down at him and sighed. What would you do with the boy?

"Awww I ship it!" Matsuda cooed.

"Matsuda come on this the Kira investigation stop messing around" Aizawa said.

"But come on! You gotta admit it's cute that someone as deadpan as L has a soft side"

You just laughed, shaking your head and letting them have their conversation. Turing back to look down at L

"You're so fragile sweetheart... you worry me sometimes..."