"Yes, you sound so heartbroken." Jake eases Daniel down on the bench, noting the subtle shift in his tone and his expression. Dunking him hadn't been on the menu, but his partner's reaction reminds Metcalfe that he's probably going to need some serious debriefing and/or therapy.

"I'd like to see you try. It's a great way to lose fingers," he replies, taking the last remnants of his torn-up shirt and soaking them in the fountain water. It doesn't appear to be chlorinated, so hopefully it won't sting too much as he starts to clean some of Daniel's wounds. He moves carefully, almost gently, for someone who appears to be a six-foot tower of muscle. "You're gonna need stitches for some of these. We need to find a doctor."

The 'soon' goes unsaid, but Daniel knows him well enough to see the concern behind the hard mask of the operative.