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One day during an emotionally draining case, it is Teresa Lisbon who collapses on the couch in exhaustion and frustration.
She's struggling to keep awake and keep focused on the case before them. She can't afford to drop the ball now - not when there is an alcoholic on the run with his teenage son.
She looks to be dozing in and out of it as Patrick approaches her and sits on the edge. 'Sleep,' he simply tells her, as he sheds his jacket and lays it on her.
She tries to resist, but finds herself doing just that - oblivious to the concern in Patrick's eyes and the looks of her team members.
Teresa awakens just under an hour later, disorientated. Sitting up, she finds herself covered in Jane's jacket.
Shedding it, she looks around at an empty squad room. Turning to her right, she finds the man himself reclined at the other end of the couch, head back and arms crossed over his chest, seemingly asleep.
Teresa gingerly makes to get up, but is stopped by the sound of his voice. 'Going somewhere my dear?'
She looks over to see Jane cracking open an eye in amusement.
Teresa just rolls her eyes and attempts to get up off the couch. But a combination of pins and needles and a sleep-deprived lack of balance results in her falling promptly into Jane's lap. This is the exact moment that the team decides to walk in the door, having returned from chasing down a lead.
Teresa scrambles to remove herself from Jane's lap as quickly as possible. Battling pins and needles, she curses the need for her to grab his knee in her struggle to get upright.
No on dares say anything - though the look of amusement on Jane's face says more than enough! - as she attempts to restore order.
'What have we got?'