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Encounter that was not an Accident

"LOGAN! DINNER!"

Logan woke up with a jolt form his nap. He looked at the clock on his desk and started to panic. 'Shit, I'm going to be late!' He tried to jump out of his bed, but the sheets caught his legs and he fell to the floor with a yelp. He quickly untangled himself, ignoring the fact his face broke his fall, snatched the clothes hanging on the door, and changed as fast as he could.

Logan quickly paced out of his room and downstairs to his friends at the kitchen table. Camille looked up at Logan with a smile when he walked in.

"Dinners' ready." She said gesturing at the Mongolian take out scattered on the table.

Logan didn't make a grab for his food, but instead for James's fork of chicken teriyaki that James was about to eat.

"Hey!" James said looking at Logan.

He quickly ate it then took a sip from James' drink.

"Sorry, going to be late!" Logan said walking out of the kitchen through the living room and out of the house. "See you guys later!" He shouted out as he shut the front door.

He scanned the porch that surrounded the entire two story house for his bike, and found it propped under the living room window. He grabbed it and started his ride down the street to the city.

Logan looked at the time on his phone; he had twenty five minutes to get there. He would make it, but he would be cutting it close. He looked up and saw the neighborhood park signaling the fifteen minute mark to reach the city. Logan let out a sigh of relief, as long as there weren't any distractions, he would make it on time.

Fifteen minutes later and Logan was locking his bike at the small city park in front of where he was working tonight. He ran inside never noticing the young tall blond man watching him enter the building.

"I'm here." Logan said slightly out of breath at his friend Penny.

"Good. Thought you would be late. Here," Penny said giving him a tray of hors d'oeuvres, "pass those out and then come get the drinks."

Logan nodded and walked out of the kitchen, through the service hall, and into the ballroom. He's been numerous times, not as a guest, but as a waiter, and it always had the same affect on him. Breathtaking. A large chandelier hung in the center of the room, silk table cloths white as snow, and music flowed though the room that gave you a sense of peace from the orchestra.

Logan made his way slowly through the ballroom, letting people take the hors d'oeuvres off the tray. When the hors d'oeuvres were diminished to just the tray, he walked back to the kitchen to see Penny arguing with a large tall man.

"Why are you here?" Penny hissed out with an underlying tone of fear. She and the man were the only ones in the room and have yet to notice Logan.

"I'm here because you just up and left me!" the man said angrily, towering over Penny.

"I left you because you cheated on me! Twice!"

The man scoffed at her. "It was actually three times."

Penny's anger turned to full on rage, and she slapped him. The slap was so hard, it echoed throughout the kitchen. The man glared daggers at her and raised his hand up in a fist.

"Hey!"

They both turned to Logan walking over to them leaving the tray on the counter.

"Leave her alone!"

"This doesn't concern you," the man spat out hatefully.

"It does when it's her," Logan said, pointing at Penny.

The man looked at them and scoffed, "You left me for him?" He laughed maniacally, then made a move to punch Logan in the face. He was surprised when Logan blocked the hit by grabbing the fist with his hand.

Penny and the man were shocked by Logan.

He stared daggers at the man. He pulled the fist towards himself, making the man tumble forward. When he was close enough, Logan elbowed him in the face, making him fall to the ground. He looked up at Logan clutching his bloody nose.

"Leave. Now." Logan said in a low, threatening voice.

The man glared, but left, not wanting to get beaten by someone smaller than him.

"Logan!" Before Logan could react, he was pulled into a hug. "Thank you!"

"P-Penny?"

"Yeah?"

"C-can't… breathe."

"Oh!" Penny let go of Logan and gave him a big smile. "Thanks."

Once Logan caught his breath, he gave her a warm smile. "No problem. No one messes with my friends."

The two continued to talk until they had to go back to work.

The party lasted another two hours, and when Logan walked out of the building, he was exhausted. Too exhausted to notice the person in front of him until he promptly bumped into him.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry!" Logan said looking up at whoever he walked into. Then his voice got caught in his throat. 'Shit.'

"It's my fault. I was just standing here."

Logan looked at the person in front of him. He was roughly his age, if not a little older, wearing a pair of dark jeans, a grey shirt with a black plaid shirt draped over it, with a pair of grey vans. He snapped out of his trance and shook his head.

"No, it's fine. I wasn't looking where I was going."

The tall blond smirked. "We could be arguing about whose fault it was all night, which was mine, or we could introduce each other. My name's Knight. I'm a reporter for the Consorted."

"Hi. Knight, really? I'm Logan and I work… around."

"Hi, Logan. Yes really. Blame my parents. Around?"

"Some parents. I have two jobs so I go back and forth."

"I know. Wow, must be stressful."

"Not really. It can be a little overwhelming, but I manage."

"That's good." Knight said nodding. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Are they having that party here in two days to commemorate the homecoming of those priceless jewels?"

"Yeah, I'm doing that in two days." Logan gestured at his clothes. "As you can see I'm a waiter."

Knight chuckled. "I can see that. Well, thanks. Maybe we'll see each other later."

"Yeah." Knight turned and left Logan their as he headed for his truck. He looked at his phone and smiled at the message flickering on the screen: Phone Information Copied.

Knight walked to his truck down the street and drove the twenty minute drive to the loft in the older part of the town. The street lights illuminated the bustling street of old down town.

He pulled up into the building and parked in the alley right next to the entrance. He got out of his truck and grabbed the duffle bag from the back. It had everything he needed just in case; an extra change of clothes, camera, brass knuckles, and cash.

Knight made his way up to the glass door; before he could grab the handle it buzzed signaling it was open.

"Thanks Carlos!" Knight shouted out as he walked in.

He walked into the elevator on the right and pressed the button for the third floor. He waited patiently until the elevator dinged, and its doors opened. Knight walked down the hall to the portion of the building he lived in. He walked inside, set the bag near the door, and walked over to Carlos.

The place was spacey. It had a couch with a TV, and a large kitchen with an island counter that had six chairs set to the side opposite of the kitchen. Near the couch was Carlos' workstation, and in the corner was where Knight planned all their heist.

"What do we have?" Knight said walking over to Carlos at his computers. Carlos didn't look up, but continues to read through the material popping up on the screen.

"Has two jobs, lives with two friends in a house on the other side of town, goes to community college- Shit!"

"What?" Knight said looking over Carlos' shoulder at the multiple computer screens.

"Has a perfect 4.0 gpa, turned down a full ride to Brown."

Knight raised his eyebrows, "Impressive."

"Yeah. Well, criminal and medical records are sealed, so I can't get in those; mother hasn't been in the picture in a long time, dad not for two years. Seems pretty clean. You sure you want him?"

Knight was about to answer, but his phone rang. He picked it up still looking over the information over Logan Mitchell.

"Hello?"

"Knight."

"Hello, Mr. Brenan. What can I do for you?"

"I'm calling to see how it is going."

"Everything's set up."

"Even Logan Mitchell?"

"Yeah, but why exactly does it have to be him?"

"I paid you to do the job not ask questions. You have two days before it begins. Is that plenty of time?"

Knight looked at a picture of Logan smiling on the screen. "Yes."

By the time Logan arrived home it was just after midnight. He was exhausted and all he wanted to do was go to sleep, but the noises inside the house told him otherwise.

He left his bike on the porch an opened the door to the sound of music, a shit load of people, and the smell of alcohol.

"Loooggggiiieee!"

Logan looked over and saw James stumble his way over with a beer in his hand.

"Hi, Jam. You guys didn't tell me you were going to have a party," Logan said once he stood in front of him.

"Me! Neither!" James giggled, but stopped when he heard someone shout out his name.

"James! Where'd you go!"

They both turned and saw Jo break through the crowd of people.

"Over here Jo!" She turned when she heard Logan call her over.

She smiled and walked over. "Hey Logan. Work over?" Jo said as they led James over to the couch.

"Yeah, lasted longer than I thought," Logan said as he helped seat James on the couch. Once both Jo and James were on the couch Logan stood back up. "I'm going to bed, work at a school tomorrow."

"Night, Logan!" Jo shouted as the music became quieted as he walked upstairs.

"Goodnight, Jo!"

Logan continued up the stairs to his room. Once he was in, he quickly changed into his pajamas and got into bed. Slowly but steadily he let sleep take him, completely ignoring the house moving from the intense bass of the music.

I know this is kinda short, but yeah. Anyways I want to thank squoctobird she helped edit this chapter. And without her help I would have left something in there that would have been embarrassing. I used a different name for Logan in one paragraph. *gasp!* I know... I was talking to someone on the phone and typed there name, but! Thanks to her she caught that mistake, and others I had in here. Like I said sorry this one was short, but the others after this aren't. And like I said I'm working on the prequel for Falling Back In Is Hard. I'll tell ya'll when I'm going to post it, but right now, it's still in the rough process. So... till next time!