Detective Megan Wheeler leaned her shoulder against the two-way mirror, arms crossed. She watched the room for a moment, then turned in the small observation room and looked up at her partner. He had already shed his jacket, and was now pulling the knot free from his tie. "You sure you wanna do this?" She asked with concerned, narrowed eyes.
Detective Mike Logan pulled his tie from around his neck and threw it over her shoulder. He glanced into the interrogation room and unbuttoned a sleeve. As he rolled the sleeve up, he looked down at Wheeler. "I'm sure," he muttered. "Do I look worried?" He rolled up his other sleeve.
"I just don't think it's wise. I don't believe you're thinking clearly, and your judgment is clouded."
"I'm fine, my judgment is fine," he snapped. "You think I can't handle this?"
"I didn't say that, Logan." She rolled her eyes and sighed. "You always assume to know what I think."
"Ain't hard," he replied. He moved for the door.
"Logan, please. You know that Ross won't-"
"You worry about Ross. I don't care." Then he stalked from the room, letting the door slam shut behind him. Wheeler heaved a sigh and folded her arms against her chest, then faced the window. The door opened again and she glanced over to see Detective Bobby Goren walk in. As she faced the window again, Goren stood at her side. His hands clasped one of his case files behind his back, as he looked on.
"I assume you tried to talk him out of it?" He asked.
"And I assume you know that talking Logan out of anything is impossible?"
The large detective smiled briefly. "Would you like me to go in after him?"
"Do you think you should?" She glanced at him, worried.
His shoulders rose in a shrug. "Maybe we should see where it goes?"
"Okay," she nodded. They both watched on as Logan settled into the chair at the table. Wheeler hit the volume on the speaker so they could hear what was going on. There was only silence, as Logan stared his enemy down.
Once more, the door to the observation room opened and shut. Captain Danny Ross walked in and stood on Wheeler's other side. "Would someone like to tell me, exactly, what's going on in there?" He asked gruffly. No one replied. "Wheeler?" Ross glanced at her and she met his eyes, then sighed.
"Logan said he's sick of the back and forth," Wheeler said. "He says it all ends here, once and for all," she pointed through the window. Logan put an arm up on the table, elbow down, hand in the air. He narrowed his eyes.
"Let's go then," he challenged.
Eyes narrowed back at him. "Okay then." Eames put her elbow on the table, grasped his hand, and counted to three. In no time at all, she had his arm pinned down to the side of the table. Goren chuckled, Wheeler shook her head sadly, and Ross rolled his eyes. Eames pushed her chair back and stood, victorious. "Learn how I like my coffee, Logan, you'll be buying it for a long time." Then she walked out of the room. Logan dropped his head onto the table with a thud and groaned.
AN: Couldn't help myself. We all know that's how it'd go down, too :D.