Details: A big thank you to everyone to how reviewed/ or alerted. That was very nice of you :) So sorry I couldn't get this to you sooner, the power was out where I live, and then I fell over a suitcase and sliced my leg open and wound up with quite a few stiches. Lucky me.
Summary: A fever ridden Jane and a pissed off Lisbon, what could possibly go wrong?
Disclaimer: It is still not mine, and probably never will be.
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"Jane wake up. We have to get you inside, and to bed. Or couch." Lisbon whispered, shaking his leg a little.
Jane moaned, his eyes dancing beneath their lids. He propped up his head against the other car door.
"We can get tea if you come inside with me." Lisbon bribed. His blue orbs instantly popped open.
"Well I was enjoying my dream, which you so rudely interrupted. " he gave her an attempt at a dirty look before continuing. "It was about a pink monkey named Allison. We had a lovely conversation about various kinds of tea and the colour yellow. It was riveting."
Lisbon rolled her eyes, "I'm sure it was. Come on, sickie." She held out her hand, and felt a tiny smile come to her lips. He reminded her of the child that she always wanted, the perfect balance of adorable and annoying. Yet most of the time, the annoying side won out.
Jane climbed slowly out of the vehicle, clutching his stomach. Once out of the car he doubled over in pain, yet managed not to throw up. He hoisted himself back up, swaying slightly, but he remained on his feet, his baby blue eyes twirling about. Lisbon snaked her arm around his bare waist and guided him towards the building, moving one step at the time, his suit draped over her shoulder. Just the five foot walk from the car to the door left Jane breathless, his paled face broken out in a sheen sweat. The managed to make it to the bullpen in a whopping ten minutes.
The pair were greeted by the remainder of Lisbon's team.
"Rigsby, you have bunny ear sprouting from your head!" Jane giggled as he swiped the air above Rigsby's head. In return he shoved Jane away, and looked at Lisbon incredulously.
"What the hell?" He asked angrily.
Lisbon rolled her eyes. "He's been like that for the last hour. Just help me get him to the couch. And for God's sakes, somebody get him his Goddam tea!" She nearly shouted at her team.
Rigsby got out of his angry trance, and quickly headed for the break room. Grace hurried to Jane's other side and the two of them led Jane to his beloved couch. Cho just stood there surveying the scene, looking a tad confused.
"Need anything else, boss?" He asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I think we got it covered. Thanks, Cho." She said, offering him a semi-smile.
He nodded, and briskly headed for the CBI kitchen.
The women of the team laid down a very sickly looking Jane on his leather couch in Lisbon's office, and almost immediately the ill man fell asleep. His fingers loosely curled into a fist at his stomach, and the other hand propped behind his curly blonde hair. Shudders wracked his body, and upon seeing this, Lisbon pulled a throw over his chest, feeling that unusual smile return to her face.
Her thoughts wandered to the annoying consultant, finding an interesting bond that this illness caused between the two of them. It seemed different than usual, for Lisbon was used to helping Jane out of sticky situations. Jane's innocence seemed genuine this time around, as opposed to his usual feigned, and it made him sort of endearing. His quirky phrases he had sprouted in the last hour could give SNL a run for their money, and he looked kind of cute sleeping with out a shirt on. She stopped herself, what the hell was she doing?
She quickly pushed those thoughts away, and walked away to find herself a cup of much needed coffee.
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Jane hadn't slept ten minutes before waking up to be sick. He vomited into Lisbon's trashcan, which was promptly disposed of by a disgusted Rigsby, and replaced by Cho. Grace remained by his side the entire time, rubbing his back as he emptied his stomach. Lisbon had removed her camisole, and dunked it in cool water, placing it on his forehead in an attempt to bring down his increasing fever. She decided that tea was out of the question, considering that he couldn't keep anything down, and put Jane back to a fitful sleep. His fever spiked closer to 104, and the chills became more frequent. She began worrying again, wondering whether or not to drag him to a doctor's office. He was relatively ill for a man who was hardly ever sick. She had decided that she would later if his condition worsened.
She had wandered to her desk, fiddling with her now revealing suit jacket, and buttoned it up as far as it would go. She sat down and sighed, laying her head down on the cool metal. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath before wrapping her arms around her head.
An hour later, Lisbon found herself awaking to an irritating voice, trying over and over again to capture her attention. She hadn't realized that she had dozed off at her desk; tending to Jane had taken a lot out of her.
She finally woke herself up."What?" She snapped, feeling extremely exhausted and angry.
She squinted at the clock on the wall, cursing internally as she realized how long she had been asleep. Her tired eyes were taking their sweet time adjusting to the bright light pouring into the office.
"Lisbon, the couch feels unloved by you. It wants to speak with you." Jane mumbled, mindlessly. His body shaking again, huddled under the knitted blanket.
Lisbon sat there open mouthed for a moment, not knowing how to react. She didn't know whether to be pissed off or worried. She felt a giggle bubble up in her throat and spill out past her lips before turning into a full blown laugh. She laughed for a few more moments before realizing that Jane was grinning like a fool, and she quickly stopped herself.
"Lisbon, your laugh is beautiful. It sounds like wind chimes." Jane said.
Lisbon felt herself smile, then quickly frown. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" She asked.
"I missed you." He said, forlornly. Sadness washed over his face.
"I was sitting two feet away from you!" Lisbon snapped at him, her finger pointing to her desk, gaze fixed on Jane.
"I was lonely." He pouted. Lisbon let her face soften.
She walked over to sit at the end of his couch. "I'm here now." She stated quietly.
"Will you sleep with me?" He asked, his eyes drooping closed.
She blushed, "Jane, I…"
"Please?" His shaking hands offered her a pillow. Sighing, she took it, and laid down next to him on the floor. His hand fell over the couch, searching for her's. He found it, and interlaced their fingers. A grin spread across his face, and the two of them drifted to sleep.
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I am pretty sure that wasn't very good, yet still tell me how you feel. I promise I will play the Jisbon angle more in the coming chapters. xoxo