"It doesn't often rain, but when it does, it pours." Roy said with a smirk. They were leaning up against the hood of the squad, looking out through the open bay door at the curtain of rain. Johnny turned his head slowly towards Roy with an incredulous look on his face.

"Really?" John said. "Dad jokes aren't even funny and plus, isn't that a quote from somewhere?"

"I thought it was pretty decent!" Captain Stanley hollered from the office. "Can I use it?" he asked, stepping through the door to join the medics, leaning against the squad.

"Be my guest." Roy said, his smirk broadening at the annoyed look on Johnny's face. The three men stood in silence, listening to the sound of the rain.

"It's raining?" Marco said, joining the group and looking out the bay door.

"Just a little bit." Johnny understated.

"When it rains it pours." Roy tried again on a different audience. Marco smirked but remained silent. The silence was broken by the klaxons.

"Squad 51, respond to 1179 Shadow Lane, 1-1-7-9- Shadow Lane for abdominal pain. Time out 1450".

"Great." Johnny complained, it's only raining cats and dogs out there."

Marco grinned from the pump panel, "Watch out for poodles!" he shouted, laughing at his own joke.

"Thanks." Johnny said with an eye roll as he rolled up his window, but as he turned away from Marco, he couldn't help but chuckle. Roy smiled at the amused Johnny. It appeared Dad jokes were funny.

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The scene that greeted them was not encouraging for staying dry. A mother was hunched in front of a passenger car door, holding an umbrella. A teenager was sitting in the front seat curled up. When the mother saw the squad pull up, she shut the car door and ran over to the squad. "I'm so glad you're here." She said through the squad door. "Alice has been having stomach pain. I got her into the car, but I'm scared something'll happen." Johnny had yet to open the door, trying to get her to step back through the closed door. "Oh," she said, moving back.

"Thanks." Johnny murmured, finally able to get out. He zipped up his jacket to the neck, and hunched his shoulders, heading towards the compartments. "When did it start ma'am?" he asked, grabbing the drugbox.

"About an hour ago. I was going to drive her myself, but I'm scared something's gonna happen on the way." she repeated.

"I understand, let's take a look." Johnny turned and walked towards the car, the mom following behind holding the umbrella over him. "Thanks." he said, legitimately thankful he was being kept somewhat dry. He chanced a glance behind him and snickered as he spotted Roy grabbing the biophone with no protection from the rain, other than his jacket. The mother held the umbrella over Johnny as he squatted and looked in the car.

Johnny stayed dry-ish, underneath the umbrella. He was able to examine the girl and only get slightly rained on. Roy, on the other hand, was not so lucky. The umbrella's position was not working out for him. The patient's mother was, unknowingly, holding the umbrella in such a way that all the runoff water was pouring right down Roy's back. Johnny had of course noticed this, but was enjoying Roy's discomfort too much to say anything. If asked at a later time if he knew, he would deny any knowledge of the situation. Inwardly, Johnny started a timer. Roy wouldn't last long without saying something, honestly surprised he hadn't said anything yet.

Minutes had passed and Johnny was shocked Roy had held out this long. "Ma'am," Roy finally said. Johnny bit the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling. When Roy had her attention he said, "Can you move the umbrella." He had a grim smile on his face and Johnny recognized his 'forced polite' face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. This whole time I thought…" she trailed off, moving the umbrella so he wasn't getting drenched with the run off.

"Thanks." Roy replied dryly. Johnny smirked as he tied a rubber tourniquet.

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Johnny restocked the drugbox at the nurses desk. Their patient now handed off to Rampart staff, he was waiting for Roy to bring in the squad. He guessed Roy would take his time, attempting to dry off. Johnny chuckled, now he was free to do so. He kept picturing a small river of water pouring down Roy's neck, straight down his back. Johnny sealed up the drug box and grabbed a cup of coffee from the counter. He sat on a stool behind the desk, swinging his legs youthfully.

Several sips later. Johnny spotted his partner from down the hallway. He laughed, turning it into a convincing cough as he saw Roy's gait. Roy was attempting, rather awkwardly, to look casual walking down the hall. Johnny knew why, the water must have run all the way down. Nearly snorting his coffee in his amusement, he hastily drank the rest of it. Putting the mug down and grabbing the drugbox, he met Roy halfway. "Ready to go pally?" he said, energetically, too energetically in Roy's opinion. Roy just grumbled an answer and turned around. Johnny grinned behind his back. Sure, he would be uncomfortable in the same situation, but if it wasn't you? It was hilarious.

"Stop." Roy sourly ordered.

"I wasn't doing anything!" Johnny said, hand splayed across his chest innocently.

"I can hear you smiling." Roy said. John could hear the smile leaking onto Roy's face. Stowing the drugbox, Johnny hopped into his seat, his dry seat.

"Your seat's wet." Johnny said, still feigning innocence, seeing how long he could tease his partner. Roy glared at Johnny as he sat down.

"Really?" he said airily. "I hadn't noticed." he added, ending his sentence in heavy sarcasm. Roy turned the squad's engine over, his eyes never leaving Gage's.

"You saw the umbrella Roy." Johnny said with a smirk. If Johnny thought Roy was glaring earlier, he was mistaken. Two holes were burning into his head.

"It was already taken." Roy said bitingly, his gaze tearing away from Johnny's face to the road. "LA, squad 51 we're clear from Rampart." Roy said into the radio mic. Replacing it, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. John winced in sympathy, but only for a second.

"Really Roy, next time use the umbrella, it's there to help." he said with a smile. John watched multiple emotions on Roy's face battle for dominance. Roy chose one, a deadly smirk. John was excited, this was going to be a zinger, one for the books.

"Well, I'd tell you about how umbrellas work, and how to use 'em, but-" Roy paused for dramatic effect, "But it'd go over your head." Silence filled the cab, but it didn't reign for long.

"It'd go over my head!" Johnny repeated between laughs. Roy chuckled, Johnny's contagious laugh was working it's magic. Roy soon forgot how uncomfortable he was in his wet clothing. "That's a good one." Johnny said when he was finally able to draw a breath. "Over my head." he muttered again. "Better than Marco's." Roy thought back to Johnny's earlier comment "Dad jokes aren't even funny." Roy didn't have the heart to tell him he was wrong. If Johnny could barely breathe after a textbook example, they must be pretty funny.