"Jane?"
Lisbon shifted the bag containing Jane's rations to her other hand as she tried the door to the airstream.
She was torn between relieved and annoyed when it opened easily - clearly left unlocked.
"Jane!" she stage-whispered to the sleeping form on what he called a bed in this silver bucket of his.
With no answer, she placed the bag on the floor, sitting softly on the bed beside him, running a hand over his blond curls and placing a quick kiss on his forehead.
"Hey…." he murmured.
"You're so hot," she told him, accusingly, placing her hand where her lips had been moments earlier.
"You don't mean that in the good way, do you," he chuckled.
"No…" she laughed a little, "I mean it in the 'you look like death' way."
He huffed at that. "Thanks, sweetheart, I love you, too."
"You know what I mean…."
Jane nodded, attempting to move into a sitting position. "Did you get me some soup?"
She rolled her eyes at that, "Yes, I got you soup. Tomato. I also got you juice and some cold and flu tablets."
Lisbon busied herself getting them both a cup of soup, and putting the rest - enough for him to have more later - in the airstream's small fridge. "I'm so mad at you," she muttered.
"I'm sick," he whined, "you're not allowed to be mad at me."
"You have a key," she continued. "You could be in a warm bed, in a warm house - I was going to get out of work as soon as possible and come and take care of you."
"As much as you playing nurse-maid sounds nice - provided your bedside manner isn't like this - I didn't want you catching this bug," Jane countered.
Lisbon raised an eyebrow, "Seriously? The way you've been breathing on us all day, it'll be a miracle if Cho, Wiley and I escape this thing unscathed. You should have gone home when I told you do… or when Cho told you to… or maybe when Abbott told you to."
"Yes, yes… well if I'd been at your place, I wouldn't have been around enough to have figured this whole thing out. I have an excellent plan.."
"Oh. That's right, I'm here for the plan…. move over," Lisbon made herself as comfortable as possible beside him on his small bed.
"Okay. So I want you to play a psychic. It's going to be great.."
"Are you delirious?" she felt his forehead again, "there's no way I can do that."
"You can. I promise you can. I'll be in your ear the whole time, you just have to follow my lead," he insisted.
"If I was to say yes .. if .. how do you propose we do this?"
Jane grinned, "Oh, it'll be easy. I'll get Wiley working with me, stream the security vision, feed you the information you need to be convincing. It's going to be great."
"You want to go back to the office?" she asked, her concern clear.
Jane rolled his eyes, "Well I can't very well do it here, woman. I don't even have a monitor."
Lisbon got up, placed her cup on the table and started rummaging through the bag he kept by the door.
"What're you doing?"
"Making sure you have everything you need. Because if I take you back to the office, you're coming home with me tonight so I can look after you."
Jane groaned. "No, I'm coming back here. I don't want you to get sick…."
"Jane!"
"I'll be no fun at your house. I'm just going to sleep it off. If it gets any worse, I'll call you. I promise," he told her determinedly.
Lisbon nodded in defeat.
"So you'll do it?"
"Do I have a choice?"
He grinned at her, seconds before he was hit with a coughing fit.
"I'm so mad at you, you're only going to make yourself sicker doing this."
"I'll take tomorrow off," he insisted, "I promise. Come on my little psychic, let's go talk to Abbott and get this show on the road."