Hey everyone! So this is my first fan fiction… and well I'm really new at this so よろしく (yoroshiku). I was inspired by the fan fiction written by kolachess called Sleepless.If you haven't read it please go read it. It's really good and nice! So well… here goes nothing.

Art sat in the office, his arms crossed on the table, laying his head on his arms. There was a pulsing headache growing in his head as he futilely rubbed his temples with one hand. For a minute he sat there, listening to the quiet ticking of the clock. Was it just him, or was it really cold in here?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Oi Art! Are you in there?"

Nice… Gosh why was he always so loud…

"Art I swear if you don't open the door now, I'll force it open." Nice hollered from the outside.

Reluctantly, Art got up from his desk and shuffled towards the door. He swayed dizzily, leaning against the wall for support. His head pounded harshly, as if a truck was hitting him over and over. Slowly, he dragged himself towards the door.

"Hey Art!" Nice shouted cheerfully the minute Art opened the door. Art groaned on the inside. Nice's voice was so loud. Or at least Art thought it was loud. It certainly wasn't helping in soothing his headache.

"Nice…why are you here at," Art glanced at the clock. "1 in the morning?"

Nice frowned. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question? I figured since you weren't at home, you've must have stayed in the office. Again." As Nice took a step closer, he realized something. "Art, are you feeling okay?" He reached out, trying to feel Art's forehead but Art waved him off.

"I'm fine. Just tired." Art muttered. It wasn't a complete lie. He was feeling tired. Not to mention sore all over. Art turned, making his way into the office again, with Nice following closely behind, looking at Art questioningly.

Each step Art took made him dizzier. The world seemed to spin beneath his feet as he swayed dangerously, his vision blurring with every step.

"Art! Hey!"

Unknowingly, Art had fallen backwards, banging into Nice, who prevented him from falling. Art leaned against Nice, blinking several times to clear his vision.

"Sorry…" Art mumbled, no longer having any strength. He tired supporting himself against the wall instead, only to have Nice pull him lightly into an embrace. Art sighed. He didn't know how long he had longed for this sort of warmth. It felt nice and soothing.

"You're having a fever." Nice lowered his voice and said. "You should go home and rest."

Art shook his head. His headache only seemed to grow with this action as he squinted his eyes shut, hoping to stop the growing pain in his head. "There's still many cased to solve. Many Minimum holders are dying. If I don't find the mastermind soon…" Art stopped mid-way, not having enough energy to continue.

"There's no point working when you're sick." Nice whispered to Art, his voice laced with worry.

Art knew what Nice said made sense. "Sorry…" was all he could manage.

"There's no need to apologize." Nice smiled softly. Slinging one of Art's hand over his shoulder, Nice closed Art's laptop before supporting him out of his office.

Was it okay? Please review… I'm sorry if it's bad I'm not good at this. Thank you for reading.