A/N: Reference to Drugs. Swearing. Anthony McPartlin and Declan Donnelly. Lisa Armstrong (Ant's wife). Ali/Alison (Ant and Dec's PR). Simon Cowell, Stephen Mulhern.

"Mr Donnelly I am here with the Police could you open your door please."

"Aye, what is this about Mr…"

"Mr Jones, we have been given some information and we just need to have a look inside here."

Dec had completely forgotten about the drugs under the chair so happily let Mr Jones in.

"Is there anything either of you need to tell me before we start looking?"

"No… I don't think so anyway" Dec still hadn't clicked as to why these men wanted to search his dressing room.

Another man wearing the same attire as Mr Jones tapped Ant on the shoulder.

"Mr McPartlin, if you would like to follow us, we need to do the same with your dressing room."

Ant nodded, he walked down to his room and let the men in. Ant waited outside as his dressing room was turned upside down.

The men left Ant's room and walked to Dec's.

"There was some sort of cleaning spray on a small part of the table, but nothing else."

Mr Jones nodded at his colleague. A man that was searching Dec's room appeared in the doorway holding a bag.

"This was under the chair"

"Anything to say Mr Donnelly before we open this bag."

Dec looked at Ant he couldn't drop his best mate in it, but he knew with what they were about to find, he was going to go down for a long time. He couldn't think of anything to say.

A single bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

Mr Jones nodded for the bag to be opened. Dec's palms were sweaty, he knew what was about to happen and Ant stood across from him and watched. He said nothing, not to a word to Dec, not to Mr Jones, he just looked blankly at the wall totally unaware of what was unfolding in front of him.

Once the bag was opened and the package has seen Mr Jones walked over to Dec and put his hands behind his back.

"Mr Donnelly, I am arresting you for the possession of class A drugs, You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to be speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you at government expense. Do you understand?"

Dec didn't reply, he was too shocked by the entire situation, he was being arrested for trying to help his best mate and all Ant could do was look at him, totally unaware over what was going on.

"Mr Donnelly? Do you understand your rights?"

"Aye"

Mr Jones led Dec out of the side door and away from the public, he was put into a black SUV with tinted windows. Dec had never been more scared in his life. He had no idea what to do, his career and life now hung in the balance of the next move he was to make. Does he tell on Ant, or take the punishment himself.

Back at the auditions Simon and Stephen had now shown their faces to the crowd of people around the dressing room asking what was going on. The men around Dec's dressing room still had not given any information as to why Dec was being taken, all they told Simon and Stephen was that he would be at the police station until further notice.

When the officers left, Simon and Stephen took Ant into his dressing room, he was still miles away so talking to him was not an easy task.

"Ant what happened, why did Dec have the drugs?" Stephen was so confused

"He was helping me… get off them… took them away… let's go get him back! I'll climb up the building and jump through the window, grab him and then we can drive back here and continue!"

"ANT SNAP OUT OF IT! THIS IS SERIOUS NOW!" Stephen didn't have time to be patient with Ant.

"Shouting isn't going to get anyone any where, I'll go and tell everyone that Dec had fallen ill, you two will have to present the main show. You think you can manage that Ant?" Simon needed his show to go ahead. He would worry about Dec later.

The two men nodded and headed back to the side of the stage. That had been one of the craziest hours ever, but they introduced the second half of the show as if nothing had changed. The acts asked a few questions as to why Stephen was there and not Dec, and the same lie was given out every time. "He's just not well so he's gone home, hopefully he'll be back soon."

The auditions for that day came to an end, everyone was pleased with the talent they had found and the judges all retired to their dressing rooms. Ant snuck off to do some more lines. Within 5 minutes he and Stephen were at Simons door.

"You ready yet Si? We need to get going, we've left him alone for long enough." Simon appeared from his room with his keys in hand. "No! You are going to drive!"

"Shut it Stephen, I'm not having my driver know what has happened, my car is in the basement, lets go"

"Siimmoonnn" The drugs were taking there effects for the third time that day, he was not as energetic as earlier, now he was acting more childish "How did your car get here if you got a lift from your driver?"

"It's the same car you idiot, he'll just have to get a lift home from someone else. Have you seriously just taken some more when we are about to go to a police station!"

The 3 men got into the car and begun the short journey to the police station. They parked up and entered the building. The receptionist noticed all 3 of them right away.

"If you are here for Mr Donnelly then I am afraid you can't see him."

"Get me the man who brought him here" Simon demanded, he always got what he wanted, no one dared to speak against him.

"Mr Jones, I think his name was" The first bit of useful information Ant had shared all day.

Within minutes Mr Jones walked out into the reception and took the 3 men into an interview room in the back.

"Take a seat please…. Mr Donnelly is going to be charged with possession of Class A drugs, Mr McPartlin was going to be interviewed but we may as well interview you all now since you are here. First things first though, Mr McPartlin would you care to explain why we found residue in your room?"

Ant looked at Mr Jones and shook his head "Beats me."

"Has Dec said anything since he has been here?" Simon wanted to know if Dec had dropped them in it.

"Mr Donnelly has not spoken since his rights were read to him, this is a method usually taken by the guilty who wait for a lawyer to be present and his will be arriving shortly." Mr Jones was looking at the three stunned faces.

"He has used his phone call, I presumed it was to one of you." The trio shook their heads and tried to figure out who he would of rung.

"Shit! Lisa!" Ant was panicking now. "Can you give me a moment? I need to ring my wife."

Ant was excused from the room and went outside to make the dreaded phone call, last time he spoke to his wife he had shouted at her and left her crying so this wasn't going to be easy. The phone rang twice before Lisa picked up.

TBC...