Hi! This is my new story! It is a little different, in that the boys are not from Minnesota, are not childhood friends, and are not boys at all but are rather 27 and 28 years old! So this story is definitely a little different, but give it a chance! It is like a mystery or crime novel and I know I am going to have a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you have fun reading it! Please review and enjoy!

Detective Logan Mitchell woke up to the sound of his third alarm clock going off. He got out of bed and walked across the room to turn it off, and then turned off his first, second, and fourth clocks as well. Logan needed these clocks in order to wake up. If he didn't have them, then he probably would oversleep every day of his life.

Logan wasn't a heavy sleeper. Rather, he was a pretty light sleeper. However, his sleep-mind, or the time when he just woke up in the morning and was still a little hazy, was really lazy. When his alarm went off Logan would often turn it off and then go back to sleep.

So, as a joke that was actually meant to be taken seriously, his parents got him two alarm clocks, one to wake him up and the other to wake him up again. Logan then managed to survive with two alarm clocks and used them both until he started to turn off the second one too. Then he had a third one and now finally a fourth one just to ensure that he woke up in the morning. So far four clocks were all he needed, and he was always awake enough or annoyed enough to get up without oversleeping. He hoped he never needed anymore because four clocks with four different times displayed (none of them being correct of course) was annoying enough, let alone adding a fifth clock to the party.

Logan got changed into his exercise clothes and went for his usual jog around the block. Logan didn't exercise much, and this jog was actually less than half a mile in length and it was the only routine exercise that his did. But when he was younger and before he and his parents moved from Minnesota to Texas, he fell through the ice at a frozen lake and almost drowned. He, of course, was saved but not before his lungs were compromised enough for him to develop severe pneumonia, then a respiratory infection, and then a bunch of other things which eventually lead to him becoming asthmatic.

He didn't have severe asthma, and after years of ice hockey in high school, he seemed to have beaten it completely. His doctor informed him that while sports had helped to condition his lungs against asthma attacks, it still remained dormant in his system and in order to keep attacks at bay he should exercise a little here and there and maintain his good lung conditioning. Thus, he jogged less than half a mile a day and called it exercise.

Besides, Logan didn't necessarily need to exercise. He got enough of a workout while at his job. He was a police detective, after all, and running after criminals and arresting people were kind of in the job description. He also was naturally skinny so becoming the stereotypical "cop with doughnut gut" was, as of now, out of the question as well.

When Logan got back from his jog he made himself his famous chocolate chip waffle and peanut butter sandwich, with syrup as dipping sauce and milk. He had just jogged, after all, and he needed the sugar to replenish his energy sources.

He went through the rest of the mantra of his morning routine as quickly as he could. He had to get to work early today because he was supposed to be getting a new partner. He and his former partner Camille just hadn't worked out and she transferred out of the precinct and department. Now he was getting a new partner from Chicago.

Logan got to work an hour early. "Didn't mean to be this early," he muttered to himself under his breath. No one else was there except for a few graveyard shift workers trying to finish up reports and a custodial worker cleaning up the men's bathroom. There also was a guy sitting on one of the chairs in the main entry way to the precinct in a suit and tie.

"Must be a new Internal Affairs guy," Logan thought to himself as he took note of the guy's formal dress.

He sat at his desk and began to finish some paperwork that he had consistently ignored on his mental to-do list until his work was interrupted by his Sergeant entering the precinct.

"Mitchell!" Sergeant Rivers called across the room. "What are you doing here so early? Ah wait, you're getting a new partner, yeah? That's why you're here early, trying to make yourself look good for the new guy," Rivers said barely even taking a breath between sentences, let alone allowing Logan to answer his initial question.

"Yes, sir," Logan said quickly before Rivers could continue. "I am here to meet my new partner. Any idea when he's supposed to get in?"

"Yeah, he was due about three minutes ago, but he got here early like you," Rivers answered. "Mitchell, this is Detective James Diamond, your new partner," Rivers introduced Logan to the formally dressed guy he had seen earlier. "Diamond, this is Detective Logan Mitchell."

After a few more moments of polite small talk, Rivers left and Logan was left with his new partner. "Hey, uh…" Logan started trying to think of something to say, "Ummm…do you go by James or something else? Jim? Jimmy?"

Upon hearing these names, Logan's new partner flinched a bit and a shadow passed over his eyes for an extremely brief moment before it was replaced by neutrality. "I go by James," his partner said. "And I assume you go by Logan?" he asked in return.

Logan smiled, "Yeah, there aren't too many nicknames for my name, so I just go by Logan."

In order to avoid more awkward silence, Logan showed James to the empty desk that was directly across from his, that was now to be James' desk. He then showed James around the precinct and introduced him to a few other detectives and officers until it was time for lunch.

Logan usually brought a lunch to work, but today was an exception and he brought his new partner to a diner that was down the street from the precinct. After they ordered their food, Logan decided that now was the appropriate time to learn more about the guy who was supposed to be watching his back whenever they went out on the streets.

"So, where are you from?" Logan asked.

"Originally Los Angeles," James answered. "But I've lived in a couple places around California. Then I moved to Chicago about two years ago and now I'm here."

"So what made you come to Maryland?" Logan asked, curious as to what could cause someone to leave the beautiful sun and beaches of California for less glamorous places like Chicago and Baltimore.

"Uh, well," James began, obviously struggling to find the right words to answer. "I guess I just needed a change of environment. What about you?" James asked, quickly changing the subject's spotlight from him to Logan.

Logan took note of James' hesitation to answer his questions directly and clearly, but didn't press the issue. James had the right to keep some things in his life private, and he didn't blame him for not wanting to tell him all about his life after only knowing him for a few hours.

"I lived in Minnesota when I was younger," Logan answered simply. "Then my family moved to Texas and I lived there most of my childhood and teenage years. Then I went to college here in Baltimore, found that it wasn't really my thing and became a police officer. I made my way through the ranks and, at the age of 25, became the youngest homicide detective that this precinct has seen since the early 1980s."

James nodded. "Wow, congratulations," he said.

"When did you become a detective?" Logan asked, desperately trying to think of things to say so as to avoid any awkward silences with his new partner.

"About a month ago," James answered, averting his eyes as if embarrassed by the fact he was so new to the trade.

"Well, you have to start somewhere," Logan said kindly and smiled at James.

James smiled back and said, "So how old are you, by the way?"

"I'm 28," Logan answered. "And you?"

"27," James responded.

Logan laughed a bit, "Wow, we're two veterans to police work I guess, with all of our experience."

James laughed in return and before he could say anything else, the waitress brought their two cheeseburgers over. As he reached for the ketchup, he saw Logan grab it and pour an ungodly amount of the red condiment on his burger and on the side of his plate. He looked at Logan curiously, waiting for an explanation.

Logan, upon seeing James' questioning stare, laughed. "I like ketchup," he said simply and shrugged.

James took the bottle of ketchup and poured the same amount, if not more, on his burger and plate as well. "So do I," he said smiling.

And just like that, what was an awkward first meeting for two new partners became the first meeting of two new friends. James and Logan bonded over their fierce love of ketchup along with other strange and quirky elements of their personalities. After finding that they had a lot in common, Logan realized that maybe there was such a thing as a good partner. Not everyone was like Camille.

Did you like it? Do you want to read more? Do you want to know where Kendall and Carlos are? Well I hope you answered "yes!" to these questions. I know it is a little slow, but eventually there will be some action and drama, so please stick with me! Also, let me know if you have any questions or comments by reviewing. I would love to hear what you all think of this story so far! Thanks for reading!