" Patrick Jane never gets sick!" That's what everyone thought until one day it happend. Fill in scenes from episode " Black Market" s7e04 Lots of h/c

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Chapter 2

Jane chased down a couple of aspirins with a cup of tea and then he'd slept for almost two hours. He woke up feeling better than before. Marginally better but at least he had the energy to pay attention to his surroundings as well as manage to function on an somewhat normal level. The nausea was better as was his stomach.

Maybe all he needed was a little sleep, he concluded running a hand through his hair. The headache was still there, but not as severe as it had been before. His throat however still bothered him and sitting up on the couch he did his best to try to shake of the cobwebs that clouded his brain. Shaking his head turned out to be a bad idea and the dizziness returned.

"Not again." Getting the dizziness under control he focused on what Whylie was watching on his screen. "Wylie," he asked. "What's that?" He nodded towards the screen.

"Ah, security cam footage from the gemshow," the computer analyst turned around.

"Aha...Live?"

"Oh God...no. It's from this morning. I was tracking Kirk Upton." Wylie turned back to his screen.

That news sparked Jane's interest even more and he stood up from his couch, walking with slow steps so not to aggrivate the dizziness any further. It felt almost as if he was walking on clouds in his head. The fever was still there and he cleared his voice a few times.

"Is it possible to make this a live feed, to see what's going on there?" Now his interest was awake.

"Oh..sure." Wyllie clicked on the computer while Jane leaned forward beside him. Standing up proved to be much harder than he'd expected and his legs felt more and more like overcooked spaghetti. He shivered involuntary as a chill ran down his back. Intent not to allow his health take control over his work he'd pushed on further, asking the younger man to show him how they were connected to the security system.

Wylie looked up at him but Jane choose to ignore it. He guessed that Wylie remembered Lisbon's words that if he was acting as he was feeling fine, then he was instead feeling worse. The longer he stood up, the longer her theories would prove to be valid. He was relieved when the younger man didn't ask him about his health but he could have sworn that the doubt in Whylie's eyes came from that he was afraid to be puked upon. This reminded Jane of his earlier search for a trashcan and even if he felt better it was best to make sure that the can was still in place, just in case things would go epic bad!

They watched Cho' and Vega talking to an elderly very well-dressed woman with expensive brand clothes and jewelery. Then a younger woman appeared on the screen which had

Jane asking if they could call up Chow so he could find out who the persons on the screen were. Picking up the office phone he dialed the agents cell. As predicted Cho' picked up his cell and as always Jane couldn't miss the opportunity to crack a joke.

"Hey Cho, your fly's open." He watched as the calm agent looked confused, asking him where he was.

Jane answered with a tired voice, "The office...where else?"

Agent Kimball Cho' was fast in picking up on things and after looking up toward the ceiling he almost instantly came to the conclusion that they were using sequrity cameras.

Jane chuckled. "Ahaa..very good." Getting down to the business he asked " And who is it Vegas is talking to?"

The agent never beat around the bush and immediately explained who they were talking to. Jane asked Wylie to zoom into the picture. He then told the agent that both of these ladies could be possible suspects only to be interrupted with their boss coming, asking them who they were talking to. The analyst beat him with the answer and Jane found himself repeating Cho's name. Being a man that was known to be quick with words it wasn't like him to come in second on the game. The truth was that this conversation was starting to make him tired and he was more than grateful when Abbott wanted to talk to Cho'.

Remembering that he was possibly contagious, he quickly wiped off the phone with a corner from his jacket. Abbott, as well as Whylie, looked at him and then the director picked up the phone as if it carried a letal virus. Then he asked Wylie to put the call on speaker and started talking about the latest information about Kirk Upton.

Jane watched in silence, feeling both strange and weak. It was stuffy in the room and his body tingled like he was going to pass out. Gripping Wylie's desk with one hand he tried to clear his head but the dizziness washed all over him like a bucket of water. A bout of nausea assaulted him and he felt the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Wiping his mouth he could feel the saliva building up and he swallowed hard. The conversation between the agents sounded so far away and he felt himself swaying.

He looked up at Abbott hoping that the call would come to an end soon otherwise there was no telling what the consequences could be. For once his luck smiled at him and as

soon as Abbott ended the call Jane felt the need to get out of the room. The spinning was getting worse, and nausea no to mention the dizziness made him want to pass out.

"Well I'm just gonna.." Jane turned to walk away but had to grip Cho's desk. This was bad, really bad. Bending down, his hands on his dress pants, he did his best to clear his head.

"Whoaa..getting the spins..."

Panic gripped him as his world was spinning around him, not knowing what was up or down. He was sure that he would vomit, yet there was no way that he would make it to the mens room. If he was pale before it was nothing compared to how he looked now.

Both Abbott and Whylie looked at him with concern - at least Abbott - Wylie looked more frightened that he would bend over and lay a pizza on the office floor.

"Hey, why don't you go home?" Abbott watched Jane fold over.

"Yeah...go home, I'll get somebody to drive you."

Jane pointed at his boss, his lips sealed tight as if he was afraid something other than words would spill if he talked. This was the best idea he'd heard all day and now he was ready to take up on it. As soon as the room stopped spinning and he could calm his churning stomach.

This was the worst feeling in the world! When the skin got all tingly and he didn't know if he would either throw up or pass out. Sometimes both!

"Yeah! That could be a good idea...hang on one second." Jane needed to find some stability and he reached blindly for the wall. Finding it he held on for dear life as his dizziness took him for yet another spin. This was worse than the merry-go-round he rode at the carnivals. Jane had never liked them very much and now he knew why! They made him always feel sick to his stomach.

Abbott looked at Jane once again, shaking his head. His consultant was bad off.

Quickly he left the office intent to get one of his agents to drive Jane home.

Bending over once again Jane swallowed hard, reassuring himself that he could do this. That he wouldn't pass out and that he wouldn't vomit."Mmmm," he moaned as he desperately fought off the sickness.

Whylie had been quiet and he was in the process to wipe off everything that Jane had touched. If it was one thing that disgusted him it was sick and contagious people! Jane checked out on both levels.

His thoughts were interrupted by pityful noise. Looking up he saw Jane's complexion was close to green and he more or less flew to get a trash can; Cho's of course, there were limits what he would do even for his sick collegue. He knew he would have to deal with the agent later, but it was worth it not having to deal with germs all over his office.

Jane stood hunched, covering his mouth with one hand while the other gripped at his pants. It hadn't been a second too soon when disgusting retching sounds filled the room, making agents move as far as they could from the source. Wylie looked on in horror at Jane, who was hunched in front of the trash can, vomiting as if there was no tomorrow. Whimpering sounds made Whylie stare at him not knowing what to do. He couldn't let Jane sit there and he couldn't ignore him either.

"Sorry," Jane mumbled while spitting into the mess in front of him.

The younger man hesitated, then handed over a paper napkin. " "Here...take this."

Jane looked up at him and accepted the napkin shakily. He wiped off his mouth before throwing it into the dirty trash. He then stood up and sat down on the couch with a dull thud.

Wylie looked at Jane. He looked so exhausted as if he would fall over any second. He shivered from the chills and his eyes were filled with tears from throwing up so hard. Jane was still pale but a red color tinted on his cheeks, no doubt from the fever. Several people had come to see what was up with them, asking if they needed help or if they should call an ambulance. The analyst assured them that he had the situation under control. It smelled nasty in the room and the cleaning personel opened up windows as well as taking the offending trash can out of the way as well as handed Jane a plastic bag just in case he got sick again.

"I'm sorry," Jane repeated once again, looking miserable. "I tried... but I couldn't hold it." In that moment the consultant reminded Whylie of a small child getting slapped for doing something he couldn't help. Remembering his promise to Agent Lisbon he patted Jane lightly on his shoulder.

"It's okay. You're sick. You cant help it." Trying desperately to find a solution he added, "Hey, why don't you lay down?"

"Mmmm."

Jane was so tired where he rested his head against the couches back. Lying down he closed his eyes.

Satisfied to see this, Wylie said with false cheerfullness, "Good. You try to get some shut eye. I'm going to go and talk to the director and ask if he found someone to drive you home. I'll be right back." He stood up to leave. There was no answer at first but then there was one.

"Hey Wylie?"

"Yeah?" The younger man turned around, afraid it was time for another round.

" You know..I really appreciate it...you helping me out. " Jane looked at him, smiling lightly before closing his eyes again. "Thank you."