A/N: A writing prompt from Tumblr: "Leave a "Call Me" in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character asking for another [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]" I, of course, went for the most literal interpretation.

"Do you know what time it is?"

Having awakened just enough to squint at the caller ID, Namie in fact had no clue as to the specific hour, although being disturbed from her deep slumber a few moments prior was evidence that it was not only well into the night but clearly the most inconvenient time for Izaya to ask anything of her.

"Of course I do. Why, are you too lazy to look at your cell phone display?"

"...I'm hanging up."

Just at that moment Namie yawned loudly into the palm of her hand with enough distracting force to leave her thumb suspended above the End Call button; as her jaws clamped shut again her ears detected the faintest syllable of a fading laugh on the other end of the phone.

"No, you aren't. And did I really just hear a yawn...? I didn't wake you up, did I? It's only 2." Cutting the call hadn't been an empty threat, yet Izaya's voice came through without a hint of concern.

"What do you mean 'only 2?'" Irritated that this night owl apparently had the nerve to call just to hoot in her ear, Namie added, "Oh, right. I forgot that someone like you probably keeps themselves up all night brooding in their loneliness."

There wasn't even a second's hesitation before Izaya chirped back, "Sorry—I forgot that someone like you needs every bit of beauty sleep they can get."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT, IZAYA?"

The tinny chuckle that pierced through the speakers of the cell phone rang louder in Namie's head than her own shouting; her patience was already lost, on top of a sudden headache. I'm too tired for this...

"This week I asked you if I could call if I needed you afterhours, and you said yes. Why are you mad?"

"I answered 'maybe.' I never told you 'yes!'"

"That's still an answer in the affirmative, isn't it...?"

"Obviously, all you need is a dictionary!" Namie didn't even attempt to curb her growing anger. "Should I bring you one?"

There was a short breath on the other end. "No."

Exasperated, she pulled the top sheet back up in-between her head and the phone to try to muffle the other's voice. "What, then? What is so important that you needed to wake me up in the middle of the night?"

"Well, like you said, I'm lonely."

"Izaya, just tell me what you want from me..."

"Ah, I was just wondering if you might lend me any soothing words tonight or, even better, a warm embrace... No worries, though—your kindhearted voice turned out to be just the comfort I was looking for, so thank you for being such a help. See you tomorrow."

"There's no way you called me at 2 in the morning just to guilt me into dragging my half-sleeping body out of bed to drive to your place so that I could keep you company!" She paused, and then muttered more to herself, "At least, I hope you didn't call me at 2 in the morning for something like that..."

Izaya remained silent, and Namie wondered whether he was deliberating over which even more pathetic excuse to use for calling at this hour. "If do want me to come back to the office," she guessed with a defeated sigh, "is it really something that can't wait until tomorrow?"

Finally, he replied curtly, "Goodnight, Namie-san."

"What? Hey...!" Holding the thin phone directly to her ear again, the previously exhausted woman blurted out another objection to Izaya's sudden touchiness. She was now sitting up in her bed, having managed to jolt herself wide awake with the unexpected protest.

In fact, it might have surprised the both of them, if the line wasn't already dead.