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Worry
"For crying out loud Lisbon! You are such a worry-wart! I will be fine," insisted Jane, continuing his mutterings of "irksome... hover...annoying," as he walked alongside his boss.
"Quit complaining," she admonished, glaring at him fiercely. "I was just insisting that you keep a safe distance, because you are not armed, and not wearing any protective gear. It's for your own good, Mr Danger-Magnet."
Jane ignored her warnings with a dramatic flick of his hand, before exaggerating his action of sitting in the furthest corner of the room he had been confined to. Lisbon, ignoring his smart-aleck intent, nodded in appraisal before taking her post outside the door.
"3,2,1..go," Rigsby whispered, and with a loud bang and lengthy shouting of words, the entire team (except Jane) raced into the dining area, weapons raised.
As far as Jane could tell, there wasn't anything particularly interesting happening, and within five minutes the drug dealers and suspected murderers were led out of the room in handcuffs. Lisbon met Jane's eyes, warning him to stay indoors while she organised those she led, and he acquiesced without complaint.
Noting a large bottle of alcohol sitting on the table, Jane decided after a minute of further alone-time that he deserved a reward for his patience. It was, after all, an exceptional task to be forced into solidity with the expectation of no entertainment, a task which Jane felt was too large for him. So he poured a small drop of the alcohol, and raised it to his lips happily.
The world went black.
The next time Jane opened his eyes, he was met with a fierce white light and an angry set of eyes staring down at him. Completely confused and aware of his blinding headache, Jane attempted to simply go back to sleep.
Lisbon, however, was having none of that.
"Jane!" she growled. "I told you to be careful! So what do you do? Drink alcohol found in a drug dealers house, then collapse and nearly put yourself into a coma from poisoning! You are never coming to an arrest again, no matter how many chocolates you bribe me with!"
Jane simply smiled, still too confused to really understand, but undeniably amused at her angry lecture. But his eyes were too heavy to hold open, and his mind was overtaken by clouds to the point that his conscious was screaming in fatigue.
He fell asleep to the thought of chocolate.