It was a rare occasion. Johnny and Roy sat in the dayroom, bored out of their mind. The engine had run five calls in as many hours. The normally busy squad had run one. "That's it." Johnny said standing, "I can't stand it."

"What are ya gonna do?" Roy asked, curious, but not wanting to start his partner on one of his trademark tangents.

"Something, anything." Johnny threw his hands up in the air. Roy smirked, he knew he should probably stop Johnny from doing something stupid, but decided to see how it would play out, for now. Sitting in the dayroom by himself, Roy realized he was actually bored. Normally he enjoyed it when the engine ran more calls. It loaded the always busy medics with taunts for the next couple shifts. Dozing in the recliner, he shot up when there was a loud clash and grunt from the bay, followed with a surprised, "Huh?!" Roy rolled his eyes and got up.

"What'd he do now?" he thought. Roy couldn't help but laugh when he saw his partner. Johnny had gone over the squad. Again. The small toolkit they kept in the back compartment was empty and overturned, the contents spread all over the bayfloor. In the center of the miscellaneous tool circle, sat one Johnny Gage. "Do I wanna know?" Roy asked, offering a hand.

"It threw me." He said in disbelief. "I pulled it outta the compartment and it threw me." He looked around him at the tools everywhere. Johnny took the hand and picked himself off the floor.

"Well, let's start cleaning it up." Roy squatted down and started reaching for any tools in sight. Johnny casually passed him a hammer and Roy couldn't help but chuckle. "How'd it throw you?"

Johnny's hand paused in its course to pick up a wrench, "You won't believe me." he said.

"Now you've gotta tell me." Roy said, his curiosity dangerously high.

"Well, you see, I was reaching for the toolkit."

"I gathered that." Roy said drily.

Johnny gave him a look and continued. "It was jammed, so I had to pull to get the damn thing out." He paused in thought then said, "It's probably a good thing I checked it now, it would've taken us a while to find a wrench on a call." They both smirked, imagining themselves on scene in full gear hunting for tools on all fours. "Anyway, so I put one foot up against the squad, for better leverage ya know, and pulled. It came free mid tug, throwing me, and the contents, everywhere." Johnny grinned, unable to help himself.

Roy laughed, easily picturing the scene. His mind even added Johnny skidding a few feet before stopping.

"It's not that funny." Johnny complained after a moment.

"Oh, it is." Roy confirmed. "How far did you skid across the floor?" Roy asked, still smirking.

"I didn't skid!" Johnny said indignantly. "I slid, like a graceful skater." he added with his own smirk.

Roy snickered, "Sure you did junior." Johnny rolled his eyes, he couldn't deny it was hilarious.

"Any word of this gets to Chet, I'll know who to blame." Johnny said, hopeful to keep this ammunition away from the local prankster. Roy remained silent, unsure as of yet if it should remain a secret. The mental image was too hilarious not to share.

Finally, after locating every tool, they closed the toolkit, correctly this time, and placed it back in it's compartment. Johnny, to Roy's relief, gave up checking the rest of the squad over. They sat on the couch, surrounding Henry with their boredom. Johnny looked at his watch and groaned. "What?" Roy asked.

"It's only been fifteen minutes." He complained dramatically. Roy rolled his eyes.

"Go read a book or something." Roy suggested, relocating himself to the recliner and closing his eyes. Suddenly, the bells went off.

"Squad 51, respond to 154 Anton Rd for the traumatic injury. Time out 1241."

"Finally!" Johnny jumped off the couch and sprinted to the squad. Rolling his eyes, Roy followed his exuberant partner. He couldn't lie though, there was a bit more pep to his step.