Caring Jones
Summary: A double drabble written for the Tumblr hurt/comfort dialogue prompt: "I'm taking you to the hospital."
Neal falls ill while Peter is away for the day and Jones has responsibility for him.
Jones looked up at Neal for the umpteenth time that morning. There was no denying it. The glistening skin, the trembling. With Peter off at a conference and responsibility for Neal falling to him, Caffrey would have to choose today to be sick. He watched, as with great effort, Neal stood, forced himself upright and headed to the toilets. Jones saw the charade collapse, Neal hunching over a moment before disappearing behind the partition. Jones gave it ten minutes before following. He found Neal clinging, white knuckled, to a hand basin with one hand, trying to scoop water up with the other.
"Caffrey, I'm taking you to the hospital."
"No, I'm fine. I just need a minute."
Softening his tone a little, Jones said, "No, you're not Neal. You're sweating, trembling, and can't walk without hunching over. In fact, I bet you can't let go of that basin without falling."
Pride kicking in, Neal let go of the basin – for a split second, before, with a groan, grasping it even tighter.
"Maybe you're right," Neal conceded.
Putting his left arm around Neal's waist as Neal slung his right arm around Clinton's shoulders, Jones said, "Yeah Neal, I think I am."