Title: Left Holding the Bag

Subject: Just a fluff piece for Logan and Wheeler.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Dick Wolf… I'm just taking them out for a spin.

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Mike Logan tapped his fingers along to the music while he waited for his partner to come back with the coffee. He hated to admit it but the Marc Anthony CD Wheeler had popped in had a good beat. Of course, he would never give her the satisfaction of knowing this.

He turned his attention to the passenger side of the car when his partner opened the door and handed him the container holding their coffee.

"Logan, were you just grooving to Marc Anthony?" The redheaded detective teased as she slid into her car.

"That's it, we need some good music," Logan argued as he hit the eject button and grabbed one of his own CDs. "Now this is music," he announced as he turned the stereo up and Grace Slick's distinct voice filled the car.

"Who is this?" Wheeler asked as she took a sip of coffee.

Mike choked slightly. "You don't know Jefferson Starship… Grace Slick… White Rabbit! Didn't your parents teach you anything?"

"My parents are into classical music," she explained as she shifted slightly causing the small white bag in her coat pocket to slip out enough to catch Logan's attention.

"Hey, partners don't hold out on other partners, especially hungry partners," Mike exclaimed as he reached over and snatched the bag from Wheeler's pocket.

"Mike, don't!" she cried.

Ignoring her pleas, he opened the bag and peered inside. "These aren't donuts," he mumbled as he closed the bag back up and quickly handed it to her.

"I tried to tell you they weren't donuts."

"Mmmm hmmm," Mike agreed as he focused his attention on the suddenly fascinating dashboard.

Megan couldn't help smiling as she watched her partner. "Are you embarrassed?"

"Nope, I'm fine," he said as he continued to avoid looking at the woman next to him.

"Oh my God, you are. You're embarrassed," she said with a soft chuckle. "Maybe we should talk about it."

"NO!" Mike cried as he finally turned to look at Wheeler. "I'm fine. There is no need to discuss what you have in that bag."

"Tampons, Mike, they're called tampons," Megan said.

Logan rubbed his face with both his hands while muttering to himself. "I just wanted a donut. One stinking donut, is that too much to ask for."

The End