“Mason, pick up the phone,” a gruff and irritated voice crackles through the darkness. “I know you’re there, just pick up. It’s important.”
Mason Phillips sighs, wishing he were the kind of man who could brush off the call of duty for the call of his mattress, rather like his partner could as a matter of fact. He picks up the phone.
“You said you were going home in half an hour when I left you," he squints at his alarm clock, "three hours ago. I wouldn’t mind you working these late nights, except that you have a habit of dragging me into them, too.”
“Would you shut up for a second?” the other man snaps. “I said it was important. I’ve done it.”
Mason is suddenly very awake. “Oh. Well, shit.”