Brother. That's what he had said. Repeatedly. And he had made sure she had caught it.

CeCe glared at her ceiling, thinking over her conversation with Logan just an hour previous. She had finished helping him unpack everything but his clothes, which Logan said he would do himself. Then she had left, barely able to keep calm because he had practically smacked her in the face by repeatedly saying they were siblings. Which they were. But that wasn't the point.

She rolled over onto her side and sighed. She knew shouldn't be upset, and, frankly, she wasn't sure why she was upset anyways. She argued with Logan all the time and hated the fact that she was even five minutes away from her best friend because of the move. But...he had saved her. They had shared meaningful glances in the hospital. He had hugged her.

Maybe she was reading too much into it.

"CeCe," Georgia said, appearing in the doorway. "Time for dinner."

CeCe rolled out of bed with a frown and followed her mother into the kitchen. Boxes were everywhere, and what little was unpacked looked unorganized. "What are we having?" the redhead asked, sitting down in one of the kitchen chairs.

"Pizza. It's easiest right now."

CeCe pulled one knee to her chest and looked around the kitchen. It was so much larger than their one in their apartment. Then she stopped and shook her head, not wanting to think about the apartment. Instead, her gaze settled on Logan who had just appeared in the kitchen doorway with Flynn. Logan glanced at her before moving to sit down in a chair near his father.

"So, CeCe, Jeremy and I have been thinking..." Georgia began, handing CeCe a paper plate with pizza on it.

"Yeah?" she prompted, watching her mother hand out the other plates of food.

"Well," Jeremy said, glancing at Logan. "We thought it woudl be good for both you and Logan to see a psychiatrist."

CeCe froze with one piece of pizza halfway to her mouth. "A what? No."

"CeCe, we know it's been hard on you. The shooting, that is," Georgia said.

"But I don't want to." CeCe dropped the pizza back onto the plate and looked at Logan. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Logan frowned and swallowed his bite of food before replying. "I don't see the harm in it," he said slowly. "Maybe we do need a little help with coping."

She gaped at him. "You can't possibly be serious."

"CeCe going to a mental doctor?" Flynn laughed. "Finally."

CeCe glared at him while Georgia just told him to hush and eat. The woman looked back at her. "CeCe, please, we're only doing this because we love you and Logan. We want to help you. Will you please try? Just one appointment?"

CeCe looked away, setting her plate in her lap and crossing her arms over her chest.

"CeCe," Logan said.

The girl looked up, reluctantly meeting his gorgeous eyes with her own.

"What if we went together? Like...had the appointment together?" he glanced at their parents to make sure what he was saying was still ok with them. They didn't object.

CeCe studied him for a moment, thinking. "I...I guess we can try it."

Yet, saying she would try didn't prepare her to go to the psychiatrist's office that Monday after school. When Georgia dropped her off at the front door with Logan, her heart was thumping wildly. She was with Logan, and psychiatrists made people talk about their feelings. Those two things should never mix, and she was regretting her decision to come.

"Welcome to Bale and Bale Psychiatry. With whom do you have an appointment? Whitney Bale or Randal Bale?" a perky secretary asked once they had walked up to the front desk.

"Um, I..." Logan looked at CeCe who shook her head. "I don't know."

"Ok, names please." The secretary clicked something on her computer and glanced up expectantly.

"Logan Hunter and CeCe Jones."

The secretary typed in their names. "Oh," she said. "You have both Whitney and Randal. You must be their special appointment."

CeCe frowned at that even as they were told the directions to the office and Logan led her upstairs. "We're a special case? And people know that?" she hissed to him.

Logan shrugged. "I guess."

"Why'd we get them both? They probably think we're insane or something."

"No, they probably thought you'd be more comfortable with a woman in the room and same for me with a man there."

CeCe scowled but didn't say anything as they had just reached the office door that read Mr. and Mrs. Bale Private Office. "You sure this is right?"

"That's what the secretary said." He raised a hand to knock on the door.

It was opened a moment later by a brunette woman in a business suit. "Hi. CeCe and Logan, right?" She gave them a warm smile and stood aside, beckoning for them to come in.

CeCe followed Logan in, unconsciously staying closer to his side than she would have if she hadn't been scared of the woman. What was she going to ask anyhow? Was she going to pry and make her confess things in front of Logan?

"Would either of you like some coffee?" the woman asked, shutting the door and leading the way over past a desk to a setup of two chairs and a couch that resembled a lounge room setting. A man sat at the desk, typing something on his computer with his chair pushed back slightly as if he was about to stand. He did so just as they reached the lounge past his desk.

"Welcome, it's nice to meet you, CeCe and Logan," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Randal, and this is my wife, Whitney."

Logan shook his hand, but CeCe hesitated before reaching her hand forward to shake his.

"Come. Sit, sit," Randal said and swept his blond bangs away from the top of his simple glasses. He motioned to the couch behind CeCe and Logan before taking a seat in one of the leather chairs opposite them.

CeCe glanced at the couch and had to force herself not to rush out. It was the infamous couch - the same shape and design that appeared in movies when characters were divulging their deepest secrets and just on the brink of either a breakthrough or a breakdown.

Logan sat and watched her, concern on his face. "You'll be fine," he said quietly and took her hand, pulling her down beside him.

Whitney then took her seat. "We don't want either of you to be afraid of this. This is a safe place; we all have to trust each other."

"We can begin simple," Randal said. "Some introductions and backgrounds. We have two hours to just relax and talk."

CeCe felt like she couldn't breathe. Talk, yes. But it was what they were going to talk about that made her nervous. She squeezed Logan's hand tightly, not even noticing the fact that he hadn't let go.