Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and only borrowed them for a little while.

"Did you get him?" asked Jane.

"We got him," confirmed Lisbon and was mortified when tears began to pool in her eyes.

"Come here," ordered Jane.

Lisbon automatically balked at the order, taking a step back.

"I just want a hug," replied Jane, giving a lame attempt at rolling his eyes.

"You're not dying," said Lisbon warily.

"Are we going to wait until then?" shot back the consultant incredulously.

Lisbon rolled her own eyes then and stepped toward him in a perfunctory manner. For all their joviality, they clung to each other fiercely.

"Don't you ever do that again," Lisbon said, her voice hidden in his chest.

He just gripped her tighter.

Unbeknownst to them, Cho stepped into the room. The agent looked at the sight before him and turned abruptly, pushing his colleagues from the room. "Time to go."

"What?" exclaimed Rigsby.

Grace was slightly more cluey and helped Cho tug their tall, inquisitive friend out.

Hearing the door shot, the couple on the bed pulled apart and Lisbon backed away awkwardly.

"I've got to go."

Three hours later and Lisbon could feel a headache coming on. The phone ringing at her desk, she happily abandoned her incomplete report and reached for the handset.

"Ms Lisbon?" said a hopeful voice on the other line.

"Yes?" replied the agent curtly. "How can I help you?"

"I'm Nurse Ainsworth from the hospital..."

"Is Jane okay?" interrupted Lisbon, shooting upright in her chair.

"Jane? Oh, Patrick. He's fine," reassured the nurse. "Moran than fine," Lisbon heard faintly muttered under her breath.

"Then what seems to be the problem?"

"Would you mind coming down to the hospital?"

Lisbon stood at the end of the hospital bed, her arms folded over her chest as she eyed the patient in the bed before her.

Patrick Jane also had his arms crossed over his chest, looking every inch the naughty schoolboy.

"Behave," she ordered him.

"Or else what?" sulked Jane.

"I'll speak to the doctor about keeping you here longer," she threatened.

That snapped his mouth shut.

For about two seconds.

Turning to the nurse, Lisbon rolled her eyes at the whine that came from his lips. "When can I go home?"

"Not until tomorrow," came the brisk reply. "We want to keep you under observation overnight."

Jane actually pouted and Lisbon felt the slightest bit sorry for him, knowing how he felt about hospitals.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow," she promised and impatiently suppressed the warm feeling in her chest at the smile Patrick flashed in her direction.

"Kiss it better before you go?" he asked, back to his usual self as he pointed at his bandaged head.

"In your dreams," she threw back at him.

"Well, if you insist."

Her face flushed and she moved toward the door. She could see the nurse struggling to hide her laughter and nodded in her direction.

"He should be an ideal patient from now on ma'am."

Finito.