Hi guys! Yes, I am back that quickly. I was so motivated after your nice reviews, so I decided to continue writing. As always, I like Ezekiel best, so I will try to write more stories about him, but you can also give me ideas and I could try to give life into the plot.

This story is for brizzyfics who requested following:

'Maybe you could write something where Ezekiel is sick but Jake gets on him about how he's not working hard enough so Ezekiel pushes through it. But then he pushes too far and he gets really really sick and it's bad and Jake feels like a major dickwad'

So, here you go! I hope that you will all like it. Please don't forget to review after reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except of the plot.

Remark: English is not my mother language. So again, sorry for all the mistakes that might be in the stories.

And now, have fun with the story.

As Ezekiel woke up, he knew that this wasn't going to be a good day. His head hurt, his mouth was dry and he had the feeling that in his stomach was driving a roller coaster. In short, he felt miserable.

He wasn't used to getting sick; in fact, he couldn't remember the last time when he was so ill that he wished to stay in bed.

'Maybe it'll go away' he thought and got up. After having a shower, he dressed up and went downstairs to meet the others.

Jake, Cassandra and Eve already waited for him. He was surprised to find them all gathered; they hadn't had a mission for days, so maybe the book told them something to do?

"Good morning, sleeping beauty" Eve said. They had been waiting for Ezekiel for over half an hour when he finally showed up. But, now that he came nearer to her, she recognized that he was kind of pale, and deep shadows under his eyes made him look nearly like a ghost. She wanted to question him if he was alright, but Jake commented first.

"Really, Jones? You know that you have to be ready for work every morning…." Jake thought that Ezekiel had been out. He seemed to have a hangover, obviously.

Ezekiel waved off. He didn't like it when somebody put him in the center of attention. Especially if he wasn't feeling good. Actually, if Stone thought that he had been out drinking last night, it would be better than having to admit he was sick. At least he could come to the mission with the others.

"Yeah, sorry for that." He just said. "So, do we have a mission, finally?" He still felt the look of the Colonel on him, but he ignored it.

"Yep" Cassandra said and showed him the article. "We have to go to Paris. There is a treasure chest filled with some kind of spell, and we have to get it."

"So, let's go finally" Jake said impatiently. He was very excited to go to Paris – it was one favorite cities in the world. He had even suggested to go without their thief because he wasn't showing up. He was annoyed of him the last time; he never seemed to do a lot; only when his 'thief skills' are questioned. And that was not too often. He decided to make sure that during this mission, Ezekiel Jones would have to his part as well.

"Alright. Jenkins has already opened the door for us" Eve said. "Let's go."

In Paris

Ezekiel thought that his headache couldn't go worse. However, as they started to look for this treasure chest in the Louvre, he threw away this thought and was sure: It could get worse.

The pounding pain behind his left temple was much stronger than in the morning. Also, from time to time a wave of dizziness came up, making his vision blurry. He still decided not to tell anyone. They all had more important things to do.

"Jones, you know the museum better than anybody else. Where shall we look for this chest?" Jake asked, seemingly annoyed. They have been wandering through the corridors, but there was no chest anywhere… and no clues where it could be.

"Uh…" he Ezekiel made. He had to think. "Probably it is in the room where all the new artefacts are stored."

"So much we know already" Jake said harshly. "I mean, where is this damn room?"

The loud tone of Stone's voice wasn't really helping Ezekiel's headache.

"Hey guys, calm down" Eve said as a bunch of tourists were going past them. "Ok, Ezekiel, where could this room be?" She asked as well, but in a lowered and warmer voice.

Ezekiel sighed, but then he remembered. "Downstairs, and not where the tourists are allowed to be. Shouldn't be problem to get in, though. At least not for me." He got that Eve was still a bit worried about him, he tried to cover his sickness. He didn't want to annoy Jake anymore as well, since he already was furious of him for not finding the room first.

"Ok, so let's go there" Cassandra said motivating, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

However, their mission tuned out to be the worst one ever. At least in Ezekiel's eyes. After they had finally found the right corridor, they were standing in front of the room.

"So, open the door for us" Jake said to Ezekiel. He, too, recognized that the younger man was very pale, but he still thought because of his 'hangover'. "That's your work, 'master thief' he added in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, just a minute." The thief said. He felt tired, concentrating was really hard with the feeling of the pounding pain behind his temples. He was even more miserable than before, and now, additionally to the dizziness, he noticed that his hands were shaking.

The others were waiting impatiently; Cassandra wondered why it was taking so long. Usually, he could open every door within seconds.

And then, just as they had thought he opened the door, a loud alarm tone went off.

As soon as the ringing and very noisy alarm started to make the security paying attention on them, Jake looked at Ezekiel, and he know whose fault it was. Their 'master thief' had managed to trigger off the alarm bell – in the most famous museum of the world!

"I… Sorry, really!" Ezekiel said stressed. He had tried to transform the pin code, but his hands had been shaking so much that he had pushed the wrong number. God, how could this happen? This was all his fault!

"This won't help!" Jake said as Ezekiel finally managed to open the door.

"I'll call Jenkins to open a door back to the library. You guys get the chest and then let's go" Eve said to the three.

Even when it came to grabbing the treasure chest, Ezekiel seemed to have the worst luck ever. He was stressed and everything hurt, but Stone kept on complaining how slowly he was, and in the end it was Cassandra who found the treasure chest.

After that, the security of the museum nearly grabbed him because he was not running fast enough, and they even nearly went through the door with them if Eve and Stone hadn't knocked them out.

It was as if he was cursed. But Ezekiel knew it better. His sick feeling was really bad by now. Actually, it went worse by every minute he was not being in his bed; and Jake's remarks on him that he wasn't doing a good job weren't helping. He had the feeling that they even made his headache worse. At least his screaming was. Maybe he should have said this morning that he was staying at home.

Back in the library

"You had one job to do! And all you did was hounding the security people on us!"

Ezekiel's head had to consist of drilling machines. He couldn't concentrate anymore. All he wanted was to go back to bed and not being in the way of anybody.

"Jake, calm down. Everybody has a bad day…." Cassandra tried to negotiate. She never liked it when the boys were arguing, and Ezekiel wasn't even defensing himself. So somebody else had to do it. Strange enough actually that he didn't say anything against it.

"No! He never does anything. First, he came late, and then he did everything wrong. Plus, this wasn't the first time he had a 'bad day'" Jake responded. He was really furious. Ezekiel always put them in danger and took everything too easily. In fact, Jake thought that Ezekiel was just there to have his fun.

"Jake…." Eve tried, but their thief suddenly interrupted her.

"Just…. Leave me alone!" he raised his voice and run out of the room. He had heard enough. Additionally to Stone's remarks, his head was now killing him and he felt as if he was going to faint by any minute. He didn't want to give him more reasons to hate him.

He rushed into the kitchen, ignoring Eve's calls. He went over to the kitchen. He knew that he has to confront Stone about the said things, but for now, it really didn't matter to him. He just wanted some aspirin, a glass of water and his bed.

This was it for today. I hope you all liked it. I already started to write the next chapter, so it shouldn't take too long for a next upload. Stay tuned, and don't forget to leave me a review.

Thanks for reading

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