One Shot Fan fiction

Lethal Weapon

Hurt/Comfort and Friendship

Summary: Martin Riggs, a young detective, is sick and stubborn, leaving Roger Murtaugh, his older partner, scrambling to pick up the pieces. Also with a dash of Leo, thrown in to make things more interesting.

Warning: Mild Swearing, and I mean MILD. Couple uses of "crap."

Also there is a scene of using the phone while driving. I DON'T SUPPORT THAT. PLEASE DON'T TEXT AND DRIVE. STAY SAFE.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and make no money off of these stories.

Things to Note: Italics are either emphasized words, thoughts of the characters, or the person on the other side of the phone.

A/N: I'm working on a long Teen Wolf Story about Stiles turning into a Were-leopard. Also on some other Steve & Bucky stories.

*Please leave comments and suggestions for stories. All are read and appreciated!

A Lethal Cold

Martin Riggs rolled over and let out a gruesome cough that rattled his frame and left him breathless. He felt downright horrible. His throat felt like a cat had used it as a scratchboard, his head was pounding harder than the floor of a dance club, and he just ached, everywhere.

Martin coughed again and glanced up at his bedside clock. 9:36 A.M. OH CRAP! I'm late! Martin quickly threw his covers off of him and jumped out of bed. Woah. He leaned back on the bed and tried to fight off the wave of dizziness that rushed over him, he'd moved too fast.

Once he stopped seeing black spots dancing across his vision, he stood up slower than before and made his way to the bathroom. As quick as he was physically able, he rushed through his morning routine and came back out grabbing some clothes. He threw on his favorite red shirt, fastened his blue jeans, and tied his shoes, before snatching his phone, Beretta, some extra clips, and his badge. He made sure to grab his coat—maybe that'd stop the relentless chills wracking his body— and gave Sam some food before giving him a quick goodbye, then locked the door to his trailer behind him.

He hopped in his truck and speed off towards the police department, hoping he would overcome this illness that seems to have crept on him overnight and caused him to oversleep for the first time in years, also leaving him disoriented and physically exhausted even though he'd just woken up.

Maybe we'll have a new case that'll take my mind off of this sudden cold…

The Following chapters are longer. (First time trying out chapters)