Hey, I'm new to this fandom, but really enjoy the show. This is not slash, they are friends. From the show I get the feeling that they'd been best friends for quite a while and consider each other brothers. I thought I'd post a good (hopefully) friendship fic, because they have proved few and far between. SOOO here it goes.

"Why do you guys find getting in trouble so much fun?" asked a half-amused, half- agitated Logan.

"It's what we're good at." replied a smiling Carlos.

The boys laughed. They were hanging-out in the apartment. Gustavo had to go out of town for a meeting, leaving the members of Big Time Rush the weekend off. Logan just shook his head. He loved his friends, no, his brothers, but he didn't always agree with their ideas. It was just suggested that they do some damage to Gustavo's office while he was away. Logan, being who he was, didn't care for the idea. It was his goal in life to create as little mayhem as possible. (Which was pretty hard, considering who he had for friends.)

"Come on, it could be fun" Kendall chimed in.

"No. No way, dude I'm not in."

"Why are you always such a downer?" James questioned/mumbled.

"I'm not a downer!" Logan said quickly in an impressively high-pitched voice.

The group stifled a giggle as Logan turned beet red. They then all turned to him expectantly with hope-filled eyes.

"Oh, all right, I'll do it, but if we get in trouble, I'm soooo blaming you."

The whooped and clapped him on the back. They needed him to drive anyways, they were unsure of the evening bus schedule.

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In the office, everything was going as planned. They didn't want to do anything terrible; you know just silly-string, toilet paper, just the basics. The group was admiring their work, when they heard a loud sound coming down the hallway.

"It must be Griffin!" whispered Carlos.

"Crap!" exclaimed Kendall.

"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" spoke Logan as he began hyperventilating.

"Shhh! Hey Logan it's okay, calm down buddy. I've got a plan." All eyes turned instantly to James as he continued.

"Carlos and I will climb out the window, since it appears Logan isn't quite able to do so right now. Kendall and Logan will hide in the storage closet. When we see Griffin and his goons leave the building, we'll come and get you guys. Got it?"

"How..will..we..know..it's ..you?" breathed Logan, thinking ahead even in his worst moments.

"I'll knock three times!" James harshly whispered as he and Carlos tumbled out the window. Logan and Kendall lunged and squeezed into the small supply closet. They shut the door lightly behind them. The heard the foot steps grow louder and the office door creak open. A strip of yellow appeared in the crack of the door allowing the friends to know Griffin had turned on the lights.

"Hooligans!" bellowed Griffin

"I can't believe this. This is going to take forever to clean up," he spoke angrily.

Logan gulped, and Kendall put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Why, if I ever catch the person who did this…."

He left the sentence hanging in air allowing the occupants of the closet to imagine all sorts of terrible things.

"Boss, there is nothing you can do right now, look, why don't we take a few minutes to get some food across the street, then we can come right back." Rationalized one of Griffin's assistants.

"All right, but, after that I'm going to stay here all night!" he announced.

With that the businessman stalked out of the room, and the band mates heard the door slam behind him. After what seemed like forever they heard the signal, three knocks. The tumbled through the doorway, then sealed it shut. They followed James out the window once outside Logan let out a relieved sigh.

"Don't breathe so easy yet," spoke James, "Griffin's got his guys covering the front of the building and the restraint across the street."

"We'd have to pass both to get to the lot where we parked the car," clarified Carlos.

"Why do I let you guys drag me into these things," mumbled Logan.

We could go around the park and up Temple Street," supplied Kendall.

"We'd have to cross Temple Street at night. There are no cross walks, and it is filled with drunk drivers!" exclaimed Logan, trying to be sensible.

"It's our only option," said Carlos.

Logan sighed. That was true. How did he allow himself and his brothers to get into this mess?

"Okay, you're right. We'll just have to be careful," Logan said, admitting defeat.

"Let's go," Kendall said as he led the group along the planned route.

Everything went fine until the boys reached Temple.

"Kendall, I don't want to cross!"

"Look! Carlos and James are already on the other side! It's just a street! Stop being such a scardy-cat!"

With that Kendall crossed, and Logan followed. Just as Kendall's foot touched the sidewalk, he heard a terrible screech behind him. He watched as his friend's eyes widened, and the gasped. Kendall turned to see the prone body of his best friend lying on the tar. He had never been more scared in his whole entire life.

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The three boys rushed forward. They ran t their friend's side. They wore expressions of pure shock. Each reach for their friend. James found his voice first and began screaming at the top of his lungs for help. He couldn't believe it. An on duty cop halted them, telling them not to move him. Once he took in the severity of the entire situation. He checked for a pulse. The man stated he had found one, a weak one, but a pulse all the same. Each friend let out a sigh of relief. The man picked up a walkie-talkie like device and recited a code. He proceeded to assure them that an ambulance was on its way.

The officer's partner was busy with the driver of the vehicle. He was obviously much too drunk to be driving. The boys were paying that little mind though. All their focus was on their still friend. His arm was at an odd angle and his left leg looked funny. Other than that he was coated in cuts, scrapes, and bruises. A large gash on his head caused his hair to become coated with blood. If they were to look at one another, they would notice Carlos had tears running down his face, James was breathing far too quickly for it to be normal, and Kendall sat there- wide eyed. Etched into each of their faces was genuine concern for their friend. They held back tears and watched as red and blue lights raced towards them.

Okay, I want to know the good, they bad the ugly. Again, It's my first time writing Big Time Rush. Please let me know if you thought people were out of character. I think Griffin might have been a bit too OOC, but again, please let me know. I have this story all planned out, so if people like it, then I'll post more soon. Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated!

~Kaywells