A/N: I wrote this from a prompt, which I italicized to make it a bit clearer.
Disclaimer: Only the writing is mine. I lay no claim to the characters. I do not profit from this, nor is any copyright infringement intended.
A box sat on the front lawn. The box was moving slightly as if its contents were alive. From inside the box... a string of muffled words unfit for young ears could be heard. Carolyn Barek looked down at the box, then turned toward the apartment building and hollered, "Logan!" When the tall, yawning figure of Mike Logan appeared, looking sheepish, she sighed.
"What'd I do?" he queried plaintively, realization dawning as his gaze lit on the box.
"Oh. Maybe I should give her back her phone," he admitted, resting an arm on the woman's shoulder as he fished in his pocket with the other hand.
"Her?" Barek demanded incredulously, wondering for the thousandth time what she'd gotten herself into when she'd moved in with her former partner.
"Well, I couldn't very well let her call her Rabbi, could I?" he rationalized, as if Barek hadn't spoken.
"Her Rabbi?"
"The Captain." He clarified.
"Shit, Mike. Don't tell me that's..." she began, falling silent as a mischievous smile spread itself across Logan's face.
And with that, Logan opened the box to reveal a wide-eyed, disheveled young woman. Offering her a hand, he greeted her with a cheerful, "Morning, Wheeler!"
Barek put her face in her hands, muttering, "I'm not even going to ask."