Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to FOX, but since they refuse to use them (for whatever weird reason) I borrowed them to keep them alive.
Author's note: I'm not quite sure where this is actually going. But I don't expect it to be too long. And there is not gonna be much action- just fluff, since this is all I can write.
Enjoy anyway!!!
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A NEW MISSION
Logan stared at the screen in front of him. That was too good to be true! Without looking he scribbled down the information on a pad lying next to the keyboard. He wasn't supposed to get too excited, might as well be a wrong lead.
And he had to be absoultely sure before he even considered telling Max. She would be devastated if it was just another wrong turn.
Logan pushed himself back from the computerdesk and grabbed the pad just in time before it was out of reach. He dropped it in his lap and made his way to the phone in his dining room. Then he speed-dialled Matt Sung's number.
"Matt? This is Logan, I need you to do me a favor...can you please find out if a woman called Helen Rosen lives in a small town just across the Canadian border. It's called Nanaimo, should be on Vancouver Island. I would ask Eyes Only to help me out, but I think it's actually easier for you than for him to risk the hack."
"Sure, no problem. I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
"Thanks, I owe you."
While Logan waited for Detective Sung to call him, he browsed the net for information about Nanaimo. It seemed like a nice place to go for a vacation, he grinned to himself. It hadn't been long since the Cape Haven disaster, and maybe he could convince Max to give him another chance.
"Logan!" He quickly closed the window and swiveled his chair around.
"Hey, Max!"
"God, what a day. It's bad enough when it's cold or wet outside, but the combination sucks."
"Thought coldness doesn't really bother you."
"Whatever." She brushed a hand through her wet strands of hair and threw her soaked jacket on Logan's shiny hardwood floor, ignoring his look of disapproval. "What were you planning on eating tonight?"
"It's only...5.30." He raised an eyebrow. "I had work to do, haven't really thought about it yet."
"Hmm," Max frowned. "Yesterday there was a chicken in your fridge, right?"
"I guess." Logan smirked, not yet willing to give in. He knew that he could not resist her and he would be in the kitchen whipping up one of his miracles in approximately two minutes. But at least he would enjoy those two minutes.
"And if you don't eat it right away, it won't be good anymore, right?"
"Who says that?"
"People." Max shrugged, rolling her eyes. "God, Logan. Don't be such a pain in the ass and get it in your kitchen instead- please," she added with her puppy look and upturned lips.
"Alright. Poulet chez Cale for the catburglar of the week," he teased her.
"I haven't even had time to proof I'm the best this week. Do you have a job for me or do I have to steal for fun for a change?"
Logan looked at her over his shoulder while making his way to the kitchen. When he was almost there his phone rang and he turned around immediately. "Sorry, won't be long. Get the chicken out of the fridge, will you?"
He got hold of the phone. "Matt?"
"Hey, was a piece of cake. Do you need her address, phone number, martial status, employment situation?"
"Whatever you found out." He reached for another notepad and a pencil and wrote down the address and phone number, he only listened to the other information. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Logan put down the phone and found Max leaning over his shoulder. "What's that?"
"Does the word privacy hold any meaning for you?"
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask which pot you wanted." She held up a glass pot and a metal pot, giving him a helpless look.
Logan couldn't help but let out a short laugh. "I can't believe it, genetically engineered, but totally lost in the kitchen."
"There was no DNA strang left for housewife talents," Max shrugged. "They probably didn't have that in mind for us back in the days."
For the next twenty minutes the worked companionably in the kitchen, Max tried to help as best as she could by cutting some vegetables, and Logan did the rest.
When she had put the chicken in the oven she jumped to sit on the island counter and let her legs tangle. "So why did you need that address in Canada?"
Logan didn't look at her but busied himself with cleaning some utensiles in the sink. "Just an Eyes Only job, no big deal." He took a deep breath. "Listen, do you feel like going on vacation to Canada?"
"Thought it was no big deal."
"It's not," Logan hurriedly answered. "Just, you know...would be nice to go on a vacation again."
"Yeah, because we had such a blast the last time." Max replied sarcasatically and frowned, remembering Logan's mood, Sage and the fights.
Logan sat up straight and smirked. "Yeah, and maybe this time it gets even better! What do you think?"
"Why not, not like Normal needs me."
"Great, when can you leave?"
"You mean, you seriously wanna go there?"
"Sure, the sooner the better."
"This is about that address Matt Sung gave you, right? It's just an Eyes Only job."
"No, Max. There is more to it, trust me." He looked right at her now.
"Ok, I'm game."
"Great. We can leave the day after tomorrow? And now let's set the table."
TBC
I hope you liked it!!!!Please let me know what you think!
Author's note: I'm not quite sure where this is actually going. But I don't expect it to be too long. And there is not gonna be much action- just fluff, since this is all I can write.
Enjoy anyway!!!
**
A NEW MISSION
Logan stared at the screen in front of him. That was too good to be true! Without looking he scribbled down the information on a pad lying next to the keyboard. He wasn't supposed to get too excited, might as well be a wrong lead.
And he had to be absoultely sure before he even considered telling Max. She would be devastated if it was just another wrong turn.
Logan pushed himself back from the computerdesk and grabbed the pad just in time before it was out of reach. He dropped it in his lap and made his way to the phone in his dining room. Then he speed-dialled Matt Sung's number.
"Matt? This is Logan, I need you to do me a favor...can you please find out if a woman called Helen Rosen lives in a small town just across the Canadian border. It's called Nanaimo, should be on Vancouver Island. I would ask Eyes Only to help me out, but I think it's actually easier for you than for him to risk the hack."
"Sure, no problem. I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
"Thanks, I owe you."
While Logan waited for Detective Sung to call him, he browsed the net for information about Nanaimo. It seemed like a nice place to go for a vacation, he grinned to himself. It hadn't been long since the Cape Haven disaster, and maybe he could convince Max to give him another chance.
"Logan!" He quickly closed the window and swiveled his chair around.
"Hey, Max!"
"God, what a day. It's bad enough when it's cold or wet outside, but the combination sucks."
"Thought coldness doesn't really bother you."
"Whatever." She brushed a hand through her wet strands of hair and threw her soaked jacket on Logan's shiny hardwood floor, ignoring his look of disapproval. "What were you planning on eating tonight?"
"It's only...5.30." He raised an eyebrow. "I had work to do, haven't really thought about it yet."
"Hmm," Max frowned. "Yesterday there was a chicken in your fridge, right?"
"I guess." Logan smirked, not yet willing to give in. He knew that he could not resist her and he would be in the kitchen whipping up one of his miracles in approximately two minutes. But at least he would enjoy those two minutes.
"And if you don't eat it right away, it won't be good anymore, right?"
"Who says that?"
"People." Max shrugged, rolling her eyes. "God, Logan. Don't be such a pain in the ass and get it in your kitchen instead- please," she added with her puppy look and upturned lips.
"Alright. Poulet chez Cale for the catburglar of the week," he teased her.
"I haven't even had time to proof I'm the best this week. Do you have a job for me or do I have to steal for fun for a change?"
Logan looked at her over his shoulder while making his way to the kitchen. When he was almost there his phone rang and he turned around immediately. "Sorry, won't be long. Get the chicken out of the fridge, will you?"
He got hold of the phone. "Matt?"
"Hey, was a piece of cake. Do you need her address, phone number, martial status, employment situation?"
"Whatever you found out." He reached for another notepad and a pencil and wrote down the address and phone number, he only listened to the other information. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Logan put down the phone and found Max leaning over his shoulder. "What's that?"
"Does the word privacy hold any meaning for you?"
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask which pot you wanted." She held up a glass pot and a metal pot, giving him a helpless look.
Logan couldn't help but let out a short laugh. "I can't believe it, genetically engineered, but totally lost in the kitchen."
"There was no DNA strang left for housewife talents," Max shrugged. "They probably didn't have that in mind for us back in the days."
For the next twenty minutes the worked companionably in the kitchen, Max tried to help as best as she could by cutting some vegetables, and Logan did the rest.
When she had put the chicken in the oven she jumped to sit on the island counter and let her legs tangle. "So why did you need that address in Canada?"
Logan didn't look at her but busied himself with cleaning some utensiles in the sink. "Just an Eyes Only job, no big deal." He took a deep breath. "Listen, do you feel like going on vacation to Canada?"
"Thought it was no big deal."
"It's not," Logan hurriedly answered. "Just, you know...would be nice to go on a vacation again."
"Yeah, because we had such a blast the last time." Max replied sarcasatically and frowned, remembering Logan's mood, Sage and the fights.
Logan sat up straight and smirked. "Yeah, and maybe this time it gets even better! What do you think?"
"Why not, not like Normal needs me."
"Great, when can you leave?"
"You mean, you seriously wanna go there?"
"Sure, the sooner the better."
"This is about that address Matt Sung gave you, right? It's just an Eyes Only job."
"No, Max. There is more to it, trust me." He looked right at her now.
"Ok, I'm game."
"Great. We can leave the day after tomorrow? And now let's set the table."
TBC
I hope you liked it!!!!Please let me know what you think!