R: To be perfectly honest, I ship Reno and Bobby way too hard. I didn't mean to, it just happened. This reflects it, though it's not outright romance or anything. Feel free to read into it however you wish! Enjoy~

*DISCLAIMER* RV makes no claim to own Renegade or its characters. They are the property of Stephen J. Cannell. No profit is made from this writing.

"We are going to get him, Reno."

Bobby Sixkiller studied his partner's face carefully. He observed the dark circles under his eyes, the way he leaned heavily against the wall of the hotel room. Bobby could see Reno's forty-eight-plus sleepless hours, and had to admit to himself he could feel them, too.

"We were so close this time, though." Reno had his gaze cast down to the floor. Both bounty hunters hasn't slept in at least two days, following lead after lead as they chased down the now-wanted Dutch Dixon. "I'm so close to this all being over."

"I know," Bobby sighed, nodding and kicking his feet up onto the bed. "Hendricks could wake up any day now. And when he does, you're going to be cleared."

Reno lifted his head to look at his partner, and Bobby could practically hear the unspoken, 'If he wakes up,' that he mumbled almost every time Bobby brought up the comatose marshal.

Shaking his head, Bobby offered a small, reassuring smile. "I think you need some sleep before you collapse, partner."

Reno managed a smirk. "You've been up just as long as I have," he retorted, but with an edge of exhaustion behind it he couldn't hide.

Bobby spread out his arms, replying with a pointed, "I'm already in bed."

Reno shrugged. "It's pretty hard to sleep, knowing he's out there when he could finally be behind bars, like he deserves."

"Come on, it's just a matter of time, you and I know that," Bobby assured. "But what you need now is sleep, and so do I. You can't find ol' Dutch if you're in a coma, too."

Reno rolled his eyes a bit, sighing slightly and clearing the space between himself and the bed. Sitting down heavily next to Bobby, his shoulders slumped in a mixture of exhaustion and defeat. "God knows I'm dead tired, but I don't know if I'll be able to get to sleep. It's been difficult lately."

"Hey, I know the feeling," Bobby said. "But I also know you, and when you're this tired, you'll be asleep before your head hits the pillow." To Bobby's surprise, Reno kicked off his his shoes and pulled his feet up onto the mattress. He wound up laying back with his heed resting on Bobby's arm.

Bobby shot a quick look between Reno and the empty bed sitting on the other end of the hotel room. "Hey, you've got your own place to sleep, Raines," he reminded.

"Too tired to walk," Reno mumbled, but his smirk that crossed his face as he snuggled his head into Bobby's shoulder left the bounty hunter rather convinced this was partially punishment for giving him a hard time. "Besides, you're comfier, Sixkiller."

If Reno hadn't been fast asleep before Bobby could think of something else to say, he might've been more aggravated at his partner. He couldn't even bring himself to be uncomfortable with the situation. Bobby was too tired, too used to Reno going out of his way to bother him. Reno was always more-than-willing to push his boundaries, and Reno was one of the only people Bobby was willing to blur those boundaries for.

He reached over with his free arm to switch off the lamp besides him, careful not to disturb Reno. If this is what he needed to get some much deserved rest, it was the least Bobby could do for him.