"Definitely time to stitch you up," Jackson jokes to hide his anxiety, all but dragging Drake the final few metres to his work space. He knows that there is animosity between them; the mumbled declarations of trust are more concerning than flattering.

Getting Drake to the room Reid had given him for his investigations, Jackson unceremoniously dumps Drake on the table before starting to gather what he needs. "How are you doing?" He asks as he works, keeping the Sergeant talking more than anything else.