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Warning: This chapter is very OOC…3

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In sickness and in health

Part 3

After Grace had gone, Jane took a step towards Lisbon's office. There he stood, with his hands as deep in his pockets as he was deep in thought. And he stayed like that for minutes, just staring through the open blinds of the office windows, at the raven haired figure lying asleep on the couch.

Carefully and with extreme caution, the blonde consultant slipped into Lisbon's office, hoping not to wake his beautiful Lisbon's much needed slumber.

He smiled, when he succeeded to cross the room and arrive by her side, without her noticing.

He looked down at her for a moment; so peaceful and content. Then, gentle as can be, Jane bent and slid one arm under her knees, the other carefully supporting her back and head.

Then he stood, holding her small body in his arms and thinking just how perfectly she fit there, for another few minutes.

Lisbon shifted in her sleep, mumbling something indistinct and rolled her head to rest on his chest, her nose nuzzling comfortably into his jacket.

Jane smiled fondly looking down at his fierce little lady cop, huddled against her, like an innocent little kitten. He chuckled at the thought of what sharp object Lisbon would throw at him, if he ever told her he'd even had that last thought.

Coming back to the present, Jane turned and carried Lisbon out of the building.

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4:06 A.M.

Lisbon kneeled over her bathroom toilet, her entire body shaking violently from head to toe. Jane sat beside her on the floor, supporting her and holding his boss' gorgeous dark curls out of her face, while she got sick.

Lisbon let out a strained whimper as the nausea attacked her again. Her insides felt like they were doing flips and practically being turned inside –out, and it was not subtle.

Another whimper and Lisbon threw up…again.

Jane hated seeing Lisbon like this; so weak and so in pain. Of course it was only stomach sickness but he still felt the longing to trade places with her, to be the one sick, instead. He was just glad he'd decided to take her home and stay with her. God knows that slime-ball Mashburn wouldn't dare be there for her like this. That scumbag probably didn't know she was sick, or cared for that matter. But he did. He always had and would continue to, always.

"Jane…" whispered Lisbon without looking up from the bowl, sweat lacing her forehead. Jane shifted closer to her side, carefully steadying her shaking body and rubbing her back soothingly. Lisbon shivered as the bare skin of her fingertips came in contact with the cold bathroom floor. Jane draped a towel over her shoulders as she shook sniffling faintly.

"Ssshhh," he whispered in her ear, as she stifling another pained whimper.

They had been like this for hours. In fact as soon as Lisbon had woken up in the car, riding home, she'd felt sick and had weakly begged and pleaded him to stop the car. It nearly broke his heart the pain she was in. But he made it in the nick of time to her house, found her keys to unlock the door and carried her to the bathroom, where she threw up again and again. Now they had remained there ever since.

Eventually she'd fallen asleep in his arms, but as soon as he'd moved to carry her to her bedroom she woke up and got sick again and so eventually he gave up.

They stayed like that on the bathroom floor all night, in which time Lisbon got sick seven equally painful times. Jane sat back against the bathtub, with Lisbon curled up to him and towels spread all over the floor. He held her all night, in between and during the sicknesses and deep down he knew she was grateful for it.

10:59 A.M.

Jane was in the kitchen, at the sink pouring a glass of water, when Lisbon came downstairs.

"How's the patient this morning?" he asked with his back still turned.

Lisbon rubbed her eyes and yawned and pulled a tired hand through her hair. She came to the other side of the kitchen island and sat down at the stool there.

"Better I think, I don't feel nauseous, but the flu symptoms are coming back. I've already sneezes a few times."

Jane fished through her cupboards with his back still turned, and found the bottle he'd been looking for. He emptied out an Advil pill and replaced the bottle back in the cupboard.

Then he turned around, water and pill in hand and saw her. Lisbon was sitting at one of the island stools, scanning through the morning newspaper, he'd found at the door. But it was when he saw what she was wearing, that his jaw dropped. Lisbon wore a purple tank top that hugged her curves perfectly and a pair of grey sweatpants that –if he was not mistaken, which he knew he wasn't- added a little extra sway to her hips. Lisbon was by far the most gorgeous lady cop he'd ever seen. Golly if only she could wear something like that to work, he would never stop staring. Yes, he definitely liked this "morning Lisbon" the best; her hair ruffled, no makeup and best of all…in her pajamas.

Regaining the tiny ounce of self control he had left, Jane snapped his open mouth shut, before Lisbon looked up from the paper and saw him.

It amazed him, how women spent so much money on things like getting their nails and hair done, not to mention makeup. Of course, his Lisbon was such a tomboy that she didn't spend too much time on things like that. She didn't need it. Lisbon was stunningly perfect the way she was, and the way she was right now, Jane thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Of course, Lisbon, who sat across from him, reading a boring article on the rise on missing cats in Sacramento, in the paper, was totally oblivious to the things going on in Jane's mind at that moment. but that was normal. She had given up trying to figure out what type of illegal robotic technology had been implanted into his brain to make him so smart.

Lisbon put down the paper and sighed. "What's for breakfast?" she asked sniffling a runny nose.

Jane pushed the Advil and the glass water across the counter towards her.

Lisbon looked at it sadly, her shoulders slumping.

"After the mess I had to clean up in that bathroom last night, do you really think 'breakfast' is such a good idea?"

"I meant for you." she clarified.

"Not hungry."

Lisbon waved it off, and stared at the Advil and lifting an eyebrow, quizzically.

"You think I can't tell you have a headache?'" he chuckled retrieving a cup of pre-made tea from the counter behind him. How he read her mind she'd never know.

Jane took his cup of tea and crossed the kitchen, disappearing into the living room, as Lisbon took her Advil.

When Lisbon came in after him, she found Jane sitting on her couch, sipping his tea. So Jane, she thought. So she took a seat down beside him, snuggling into the cushions and sipping her water.

"Lisbon," she turned and was instantly taken aback by his serious expression. It was making her incredibly nervous.

"Hmm?"

"Can I umm…. can I ask you a personal question?" this definitely caught Lisbon off guard, causing her heart to skip a beat.

"Uh sure Jane. What is it?' she asked taking another sip.

Jane placed his tea beside the couch and looked down at his hands thoughtfully, as if preparing his words correctly.

"Lisbon, are you pregnant?"

Okay, so I'm sorry this was such an OOC chapter, but sometimes you need a little fantasy Jisbon…Anyway more to come….please review! Thanks for your support fans!

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