LaJaC: How on earth did this happen?

Princess: I don't know you came up with the idea so you tell me.

LaJaC: So not the point! Why did you listen to me?

Princess: *shrugs* It seemed like a good idea at the time.

LaJaC: Of course it did. It always does until it actually gets written down.

A friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend will sit next to you and say 'Damn, that was fun.'

"Brings back memories doesn't it?" Cal asked, glancing over at Gillian. She snorted.

"Sure," she agreed. "Good or bad memories though I'm not sure."

"Oh come on," he said. "Getting arrested for drunk and disorderly then getting the charges dropped the next morning was fun." His partner took a look around the holding cell.

"Ok, so it was fun," she admitted. "But that's not the point."

"I can't even remember what we did," he confessed.

"We?" Gillian asked. "You were the one who couldn't tell the cop your name. I was fine."

"Yeah right," he said. "So why did you get shut in then?"

"I was," she insisted. "And just so your very bad memory gets filled in, I was arrested with you because you were flirting with the poor woman and I was trying to stop you and her partner from getting into a fist fight."

"Oh yeah," Cal muttered before both of them started to laugh. They calmed down presently and sat in companionable silence for a few minutes.

"You know what?" Gillian asked.

"What?" Cal said.

"I just got the mental image of Torres and Loker finding out about our history," she told him.

"You think that they'd ever let us live it down?" he asked.

"Torres maybe but Loker wouldn't," Gillian said. Cal started to laugh.

"I just got that same mental picture," he got out. "We'd be the laughing stocks of the office." Gillian joined in the laughter.

"You two just about finished?" Reynolds asked from outside the cell. Cal pushed himself up from the floor and held a hand out to Gillian.

"Took you long enough," he said.

"Yeah well lucky for you the FBI was happy to admit that you belonged to us," Reynolds said as the door was opened. "Move." He took off with Gillian and Cal following him.

"He reminds me of that guy you tried to pick up that night," Cal murmured in Gillian's ear. She hit him across the stomach.

"For the last time '!" she hissed at him. "Thanks to you I might add."

"He was in the holding cell," Cal reminded her. "And…"

"He was less drunk than you were," Gillian said. "Hush." They both jogged to catch up to Reynolds as he exited the police station.