Title: Dry Run

Couple: Det. Mike Logan and Det. Megan Wheeler

Summary: Megan asks Mike for his help.

Spoilers: None really, it takes place during Season Six when Wheeler and Logan were first partners.

Disclaimer: Nope don't own L&O: CI or the characters from the show. I'm just taking them out for a little spin is all.

Author's Note: Thank you Diane for beta reading this story for me.

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"Good work you two on the Murphy case. Enjoy the rest of the weekend," Danny Ross said to Detective Wheeler and Detective Logan as he walked passed their desks.

Logan nodded as he continued to fill out the form in front of him while Wheeler gave her boss a polite smile and called out, "Thank you, sir."

"'Thank you, sir,'" Mike mimicked earning him a glare from his partner. He snickered before putting the form he had been working on inside a case folder and turned off the lamp on his desk. "Well that is the end of the paperwork. I'm out of here, Wheeler. See you on Monday."

Megan watched as her partner stood up and knew she had to ask him now before she lost her nerve. "So, Logan, what are you up to tomorrow?"

Shrugging his shoulders as he slipped on his raincoat, he replied, "Nothing really. Sleeping and then watching the games… drink some beer… order pizza. Why?"

"Well I was wondering if you would want to come over for dinner tomorrow?" she asked as she looked up at her partner.

"Dinner?" he repeated.

"Yes dinner," she confirmed.

"At your place?" he asked.

"Yes at my place," she replied.

"With you?" he quizzed.

"No, with my neighbor Mrs. Stanley," Megan huffed in annoyance.

"Why?" he asked.

Megan tilted her head slightly as she smiled up at Logan. "Well, we've been partnered for almost two months and I thought it would be nice to have you over for dinner."

Mike stared into his partner's eyes for a few seconds before snorting in amusement. "You know, I almost bought that. Now tell me why you suddenly want to spend your Sunday night with me or I'm out of here."

"Fine," she snapped as she rolled her eyes. "I got annoyed last weekend at my aunt's house when my cousin Jennifer started in on her martyr routine about having to host all the holiday gatherings. I usually can ignore her but when she said quote, 'too bad we don't want to have pizza and beer for a family dinner then Megan could have everyone over' unquote, I heard myself saying I'd have them over for Thanksgiving this year."

"Alright but what's that have to do with me coming over tomorrow for dinner?" he asked.

Blushing slightly, she confessed, "I've never actually cooked a turkey before and figured I should do a dry run first but I wanted somebody unbiased who likes to eat but who wouldn't be afraid of hurting my feelings and who'd also tell me if things sucked to act as a taste tester."

"You've never cooked a turkey and you thought Thanksgiving would be the perfect time to try this out? What if you give me food poisoning?" he demanded.

"You're not going to get food poisoning," she said as she stood up. "Come on, Logan, are you in or out? There'll be pies."

"What kind?" he asked.

"Pumpkin, apple and cherry," she told him.

Logan stared in Wheeler's eyes as he continued his line of questioning. "Whip cream or ice cream?"

Wheeler did her best to stare down her partner before hissing, "Both."

"Sure, what the Hell," he finally said as he gave her a grin. "What time do you want me there?"

Megan let out the breath she had been holding. "Well there are a few good games on tomorrow, come over early and we can watch them while I cook."

"Don't you think you should concentrate on the cooking instead of the games?" he reasoned.

Wheeler rolled her eyes. "Seriously, how hard can it be? You stick the bird in the oven for a few hours. That should give me plenty of time to watch the games."

"If you say so, I'll see you tomorrow around one in the afternoon," Mike said as he started to leave.

TBC