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Patrick turned his head away just in time to sneeze into the crook of his elbow, "Excuse me," he said softly and returned to his sitting position.
A stake-out was no time for sinus infections, why did he have to do this today?
Typical.
"If you have a cold, going on a stake-out is the worst place to be," Cho said flatly. He glanced to CBI consultant sitting on the backseat with a very unimpressed look on his face.
"I don't get sick," Jane retorted, crossing his arms defensively. Once he realized his defensive barrier was giving him away, he resorted to leaning propping his arm up against the window pane. His burning forehead thanked him thoroughly for the cold surface.
"Jane, put your arm down. Any specific movements could give away our position," Lisbon informed, clearly in no mood for stake-out squabbles.
The consultant lowered his arm and sniffed, "Sorry, I … I….uh… " he started.
Lisbon lifted her eyes up to the rear-view just in time to see what will cause her to slap her forehead in the very near future.
HUA-CIIITTXXCHHHAAA!
"…. Let's just… get out of here," Lisbon ordered through clenched teeth.
"Sorry," Patrick squeaked out, solidly convinced that if he just wormed himself deep enough into the backseat, the world will just swallow him up and put him out of his misery.
Just a thought that popped into my head... Maybe I'll extend it someday... *shrug*