A/N—This is actually based on my life earlier this month. Sick… Also, slight swearing.
Not My Cup of Tea
Minelli coughed for the 50th time that day, and immediately winced as his headache intensified. He massaged his temples, and refocused his attention on the stack of paperwork. If he ever got the chance, he would take every sheet of paperwork that Jane caused and shove it down the consultant's throat. Speaking of the annoying bugger, Jane appeared in the doorway. He opened his mouth to say something. "You kn—"
"Go crawl in a hole and die, Jane," Minelli growled, immediately cutting him off. Jane wordlessly held up his hands in a sign of mock surrender, and left. Minelli inwardly groaned, knowing that what he did was not nice, and he had just probably incurred the wrath of Patrick Jane. He refocused on his work, and tried not to let his current situation affect him.
Minelli's office shared a wall with the kitchenette, so he heard everything that went on. He became quite familiar with the noises associated with making a cup of tea, as a result. For that matter, the conversations between Van Pelt and Rigsby,. However, that was a story for another day. Anyway, he heard Jane making one of his signature beverages, but it sounded different today. This difference went unnoticed by Minelli, who was completely focused on his mountain of paperwork. He did not look up until his phone rang. The caller ID said that it was the Attorney General. She was probably calling to chew him out again for "letting his subordinates get unruly."
He answered the phone. "Ah, hello, Madame Attorney General." A torrent of angry words flowed from the earpiece. During the middle of the call, he heard a knocking. Jane peeked his head in, and grinned. Minelli tried to wave him off, but he stepped inside the small office anyway. He had a small cup of tea in his hand, and Jane set it down on the desk.
Minelli felt really screwed. An angry bitch in his ear, and a crazy bastard in his office. He ignored Jane, and continued placating the Attorney General. Jane sat down quietly, and listened to him speak. Jane looked impressed with the things that Minelli said.
After he hung up, Jane said, "That was very skillful. I see you've had to do that a lot." Minelli gave Jane his worst death stare, but the consultant just chattered on blithely. "You want to drink that slowly. Too fast will make you sick. It is strong stuff. And to relieve your headache, bit down on a pencil with your back teeth, and relax your forehead muscles while doing that." Jane stood up, straightened his jacket, and sauntered out.
Minelli sniffed the cup cautiously, and took a small sip. It was strong. A cold mint and a warm fire, all at once. It soothed his throat, and made him a little warmer inside. It was worth another swallow. The more he drank, the better he felt. The only thing left was his headache. He took a pencil, and did as Jane said. It worked, just not as well as the elixir. Minelli started to feel sleepy, and was soon out like a light.
He awoke an hour later, with a suit jacket (that was not his) around his shoulders.
Why couldn't this happen to me? :(
