Wow this took me a long time to write O.o No matter how many times I tried to type it out I couldn't think of how to end it -.-; Sigh. I'm sorry it took so long!! Hope you enjoy it though!!

"You're in jail…?!"

"Yep." Came the simple reply.

Riley shot up in the bed, the cell phone pressing a little tighter against his ear. He glanced at the clock next to his bed, squinting at the glowing red numbers. It was just barely past 3 am and the younger man stifled a groan deep in his throat. It was the first full night of sleep he'd gotten in almost a week and this was how it was going to end.

"How?" He sighed into the phone, propping himself on one elbow and rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his free hand.

"With handcuffs."

Riley rolled his eyes. "I get that, Ben; but why are you in jail to begin with?"

"I--" The single letter was drawn out for about five seconds longer than it needed to be. "Dunno."

Riley frowned, listening a little closer to his roommate's voice. "Ben…are you drunk?"

There was a brief pause on the other line. "Yes."

"I thought you didn't drink."

"I don't...sometimes..." Another pause followed by a weary hiccup. "Did you know it's illegal to pee on a mailbox?"

The younger man fell back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. He covered his eyes with his forearm and took a slow, deep breath, seriously considering leaving his intoxicated roommate behind bars for the night. However, as much as he fought with the idea, he knew Ben would come get him no matter what. Besides, he didn't want to hear this story over the phone. "Okay, where are you?"

"A jail cell."

"Brilliant, but really, where? I can't come get you if I don't know the location." Riley pushed himself out of bed and slipped a sweatshirt over his head, fumbling around the dark room for his shoes.

"Uhhh…" There was some not too silent whispering to someone in the room with him before Ben answered. "3614 Spruce St." Ben laughed softly and tried to whisper into the receiver, which was completely audible to everyone within a 10 foot radius. Riley…the guard looks like Clint Eastwood…"

Riley shook his head slowly and grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter. "Okay, just hang out. I'll be there in a minute."

"I'll be here." Ben answered needlessly.

Riley slipped the cell phone back into his pocket and walked outside, locking the door behind him and making sure he had his wallet so he could bail his roommate out of jail.

OOOOO

Riley begrudgingly wrote out a check for 550 for Ben's release and passed it to the guard (who did look remarkably like Clint Eastwood). A few minutes later, Ben was led out from a back room and left in his roommate's care.

"Hey Riley!" He greeted happily, if a little loudly, upon seeing the younger man. He engulfed Riley in a bone-crushing hug, his clothes smelling strongly of smoke and alcohol.

Riley winced, patting Ben on the back and nodding. "Okay, big guy, let's go home. Wave goodbye to all of your friends."

Ben diligently waved to all of the guards and followed Riley outside, stumbling a little as they walked down the steps. Once they had both been safely fastened in the car, Riley pulled out of the parking lot and drove back to their apartment.

"So, you want to tell me what happened?" He began after a minute, hating the fact that he sounded like an irritated parent.

Ben chuckled lightly and rested his head against the window. "I met up with some colleagues from work and drank a little too much." He answered simply with a little bit of a shrug. "I knew I was too drunk to drive home so I was going to walk."

"And you peed on a mailbox."

"Yeah." Ben laughed which faded into a hiccup. "I didn't know it was in front of the police station."

Riley sighed, turning into the driveway. "Why didn't you call me? You know I would have picked you up."

"You were asleep." Ben answered honestly, blinking at his younger companion as if it were the most logical thing in the world. "I didn't want to wake you up."

"Well, getting thrown in jail and having to bail you out at three in the morning certainly woke me up." Riley parked and got out, walking to the passenger side to help Ben out of the car. The older man was leaning heavily against him, his arm looped around his neck like a weighted scarf. Taking slow, unsteady steps, both men managed to make it to the front door without any devastating problems.

Riley supported Ben on one shoulder and dug into his pocket for the house keys with the other hand.

"Riley…you're a good friend." Ben mumbled, resting his head against the younger man's shoulder heavily.

"Thanks Ben. Don't fall asleep just yet, okay?" Riley sifted through the keys deftly, looking for the right one and adjusting his shoulder a little so Ben had more support.

"No…I mean a really, really good friend…"

"I heard you the first time, buddy." He answered absently, finding the correct key and inserting it into the lock. He was just about to open the door when a soft, hitching sound next to his shoulder stopped him. Before he could react to much of anything, Ben had hunched forward and emptied the contents of his stomach all over himself and Riley.

Riley felt his eyes narrow as something warm that he didn't entirely want to think about seeped through the leg of his pants. Oh, this was going to be such a long night…

OOOOO

Ben blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the tiles of ceiling in the bathroom. He was laying on his back in the bathtub, a pillow tucked behind his head and a blanket tossed over his semi-naked form. He was clothed in little more than a pair of boxers and some socks and his back felt stiff and sore from the uncomfortable, make-shift bed he's been sleeping in. He sat up carefully, wincing as the sunlight streaming through the window caught him in the eyes. His head was throbbing dully with each passing second and the inside of his mouth felt like the sole of shoe.

"Morning sunshine." A soft voice said from somewhere off to the side.

Ben looked over to see Riley leaning against the wall, his shaggy hair falling across his eyes from another sleepless night. Suddenly, the memories from the night before came flooding back and Ben squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh God Riley, I'm so sorry…" He mumbled, the very effort of talking making his head hurt. "Were you in here all night?"

The younger man shrugged lightly and smiled. "It's okay. You would have done the same for me." He smiled tiredly and stretched, his back popping loudly. "Though I don't know if I would have thrown up all over you." Ben groaned pitifully and Riley laughed, rolling the stiffness out of his shoulders. "You should probably get out of the tub and change into a decent pair of clothes; wouldn't want you to catch cold."

Ben nodded and stood slowly, stepping out of the tub and walking over to help his still-floored roommate up. "Thanks Riley." He smiled genuinely, patting the younger man on the shoulder.

"No problem, Ben." Riley smiled in return, yawning widely as the night caught up with him. "But that was your one shot. Anytime after this and I'm leaving you with Clint Eastwood."

"Duly noted."

Hope you guys liked it!! Once again I'm sorry it took so long!! :D