Chapter Fourteen

Kendall's heartbeat was strong, steadily beating in Logan's ear. The bigger man's arms were wrapped tightly around his middle, pulling him close. The two were both still naked from their earlier fun, a light blue sheet covering them. Logan ran his hand over the sheet gently, smiling softly to himself. Kendall's house was filled with black. Black and other dark colors like gray, dark blue, and blood red. The light, almost baby blue over them was something Kendall would never go for, but Logan had been pleasantly surprised when Kendall had come home with them. Logan liked light blue.

Logan never felt at home at James'. His stuff was either in his room, or shoved in the corner when he wasn't using it. Logan could see that Kendall had shoved his own stuff back, making room for his. He'd cleaned out drawers and moved things around. And it wasn't just in the bedroom. He'd made room in their bathroom, the living room, the kitchen. Logan liked seeing his things mixed with Kendall's. Black and light blue filtered through the whole estate.

"Kendall..." Logan whispered, running his hand over his chest, "are you still awake?"

"Mhmm..." The blonde released Logan to wipe the sleep from his eyes before replacing his hand. Logan knew Kendall was exhausted and was half expecting the man to have fallen asleep by now. It was nearly five in the morning.

"Go to sleep, baby." he whispered, kissing the heartbeat and ultimately where his tattoo was.

"No..."

Logan chuckled at the whiny tone Kendall had developed. "Why not?"

It was silent for a long moment, and Logan thought that maybe Kendall had finally fallen asleep when he heard, "Are you okay?"

Another silence stretched over them. "...What's it like?"

"Huh?"

"To kill."

Another silence. Kendall straightened up slightly, looking down to meet Logan's eyes. "It's...trilling. To have someone's life in your hands and be able to take it away. It seems simple...it's not. Seeing the look in their eyes...It's also the most terrifying thing I have ever dealt with, Logie. They're there one second and gone the next...and you're the one who made them disappear." he paused, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"I'm alright, Kendall." Logan reassured, peeling the tape from his bandage off his chest. The letters KDK were written over his heart in big black letters. Kendall ripped his own off and Logan traced the light blue letters with his finger tip.

"Why don't you sleep babe?"

"Not tired," Logan lied. He couldn't sleep. Couldn't close his eyes. Every time he did he saw Gary's body. He curled up closer to Kendall. In turn, the blonde kissed the top of his head as he pulled him impossibly closer.

…

The persistence knocking at the door had Kendall up and downstairs. His guards were placed in their room, the door closed. Kendall had an idea of who on the other side and made sure his crew were tucked away before he answered. He put on his best smile, one that had gotten him out of many problems in the past, and made sure to check his watch, just to put on the illusion that had had been woken up.

"Detective Mann...It's seven in the morning. Is there something I can do for you?"

The man looked Kendall up and down, not bothering to hide his frown. Kendall was clad in nothing but his boxers. With a roll of his eyes, he check his notepad before looking back up at the blonde. "There was a reporting of shootings in an area downtown. Another one close by not long before that one." he paused, tilting down the sunglasses he honestly didn't need for the time of day before continuing, "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you, Mr. Knight?"

"I would not, sir." Kendall said, "I don't go over in that area."

"It is your area is it not?"

Kendall hid his smirk well. "I don't know what you mean."

A different approach. "How's business coming along, Kendall?"

"Sports clubs doing well." the blonde nodded, smiling. "And how is your work, Detective? Must be hard."

"It's fine." Mann said quickly, "Where were you last night, Mr. Knight? Around midnight."

"I was here."

"Can anyone verify that?"

"I can."

Kendall turned to the voice, eyes wide when he saw Logan standing at the bottom of the stairs. He, like himself, had not bothered to put on anything besides his boxers before coming down. Kendall's boxers grew tighter. "Detective Mann...this is my boyfriend Logan. I don't suppose you've met?"

Logan made a show of kissing the taller man good morning and shaking the detective's hand. He hadn't wanted to get involved but he already technically was. He was already in deep. He didn't mind going deeper for Kendall. Logan saw the older man check him out, eyes widening slightly. He felt uncomfortable in front of him wanted nothing more then to go back upstairs, or at the very least put some clothes on. He hadn't so the detective would have no problem realizing just what they'd done the night before. "He was with me all last night."

Mann was staring at their tattoos, he noticed. He couldn't help but wonder if they would help or hurt their case. "You are...James Diamond's step brother, correct?"

"You know my brother?"

Mann ignored him. "And he knows you're here."

"He does."

Mann pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Have a good day, boys." he said, turning on his heel.

"You too!"

…

Logan hopped in the shower for his class at ten. When he came downstairs, Paul was sitting at the kitchen table. Kendall was holding his arm, examining his burn closely before gently setting the wounded limb down on the table. Kendall looked up at him, lips murmured together, not knowing if he should ask what was on his mind. Logan got the hint and came over, taking a look himself. "Have you done anything for it yet?"

"No, I just finished taking care of things back at North. Barely made it out before the police arrived. James called them."

"Baby, can you get me a washcloth and a small bowl of lukewarm water?" the blonde nodded and moved to get what he needed while Logan went into the bathroom to get the burn cream he saw when he had helped Kendall before along with some gauze and tape.

"Shouldn't you be using ice?" Paul asked, looking down at his blistered skin.

"The ice will only make it blister more. It's better to use lukewarm water. That way, your skin doesn't go from a high level intensity to a really low intensity." He placed the damp washcloth over the skin and then looked up at Paul, "Feel better?" He opened the medicated cream before gently applying it and wrapping the wound up as gently as he could without the bandage being too loose.

Kendall watched Logan from the other side of the table, a deep frown forming on his face. He hated asking the brunette for help but he'd never taken care of a burn before and had absolutely no idea what to do. He would have done exactly what Paul had thought to do. Go straight for the ice. He was grateful that Logan was there to help, but part of him wished he didn't know anything that could help them. Logan had already aided in a murder, lied to the police for me, and was now playing doctor for their injuries.

Logan was going to leave him. He was sure of it. The gang world was not a place for everyone. Not everyone could handle it. He deserves better. He thought and then instantly regretted it. I know. He said, as if answering himself. Kendall didn't want him to leave. He wanted to keep Logan as his for as long as the brunette would allow him to. And, after they got their tattoos, he hoped that was an indicator that Logan would be his forever.

Maybe I should just tell him... Kendall thought it was pretty obvious, but he had never said it. Maybe if he did...Logan would want to stay. At least he'd know how he felt about him. Maybe he'd think it was worth it.

"Done?" Kendall found himself asking without really thinking about it. Logan nodded his head as Paul thanked him and left. Kendall barely noticed. He kept his eyes trained on his hope-to-still-be boyfriend, chin in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Kendall said quickly as he stood, "Lets get you to class. Johnson and Shift are going to meet us there. I have some things I need to take care of...Um, Logie...If Detective Mann asks, Paul's grandma spilled hot tea on him. She has Alzheimer and she's actually done it before."

"Got it." he paused, "Tell me what's wrong."

"...I don't want you helping anymore." Kendall said after a moment of silence. "No more coming to meetings, no more knowing my plans, no more first-aid. No more anything. I'll take care of James and Carlos. I'm keeping you out of this from now on." the blonde's temper was rising. Logan could tell because his words were starting to blur together. He did that when he got angry.

"I want to be involved with the mission with James and Carlos, babe. I need to. Don't keep me out because I saw something I wasn't suppose to."

"You just liedtothepoliceforme!"

"What else was I suppose to do? Let you go down for murder?" he screamed back at him. "I can't handle that!"

Logan could see Kendall was trying to calm down. Finally, the blonde opened his mouth to speak, but it was another moment before he actually spoke, "No more, Logan. As far as you know, I own the sports bars and that's it. If I go down, you're not coming with me."

Logan sighed, stepping closer to his boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around him, the blonde returning the gesture. "Kendall...I knew what I was getting myself into, alright? I'll admit, I never expected to witness it, but I knew what you did." Kendall's grip tightened before loosening up a little. "I will put up the charade that your sports bars are the only business you do, but please don't try to protect me. Not like this."

Without another word, the two separated and stepped from the estate to the attached garage and inside the Charger. They had parked it there so a member of his crew could check it over and clean it. When they were both seated, Kendall sprang forward and kissed Logan again. The smaller melted against him, moaning in his mouth. "I love you."

Logan smiled happily, leaning forward to kiss him again, "I love you, too." He kissed him again. And then again. And then again.

"You're...gonna...be...late..." Kendall spoke in between kisses, though he hoped Logan wouldn't care. Logan kissed him a few more times before leaning back in his seat, buckling his seat belt. Kendall couldn't even find it in himself to be disappointed. He only smiled, a small wave of relief washing over him as he buckled his own belt and quickly backed out of the garage and onto the road towards the University.

Kendall got out of the car when they reached the school and quickly made his way around it to open Logan's door for him. People were again staring, but neither one cared right now. Logan leaned up and kissed Kendall, arms moving to wrap around his neck and pull the blonde down and closer to him. Not wanting to be outdone, Kendall pushed Logan back against the door of the car.

"Okay, lovebirds." Johnson laughed from his spot not far away, "Your little Logie's gonna be late if you don't let him go, Kendall." Shift laughed from his spot next to Johnson, almost doubling over. The looks on people's faces was enough to make anyone crack up.

"I'll see you later babe. Two hours. I'm picking you up, alright? Stay with Johnson and Shift, no matter what." Kendall kissed him one more time before letting him go, waiting until all three were inside before getting back in the car and driving off.

…

Logan thought class was going to be good for him. He'd be able to take his mind off of things and concentrate on something that had never let him down. Math. There was always an answer and when there wasn't an answer, the non answer was the answer. It always worked out in the end. Math was the one thing Logan could count on growing up and he so desperately needed it now. But...Kendall was the only thing on his mind.

Kendall loved him. He knew that, of course. He knew when they got their tattoos, but hearing it from him was amazing. He wondered what brought it on so suddenly, but he brushed it off. He knew it probably had something to do with what had happened, but Logan didn't really want to think about it. Not now. Logan had meant what he said. He knew what Kendall did. He knew what Kendall would continue to do. Kendall and him would deal with that later.

He needed class to be over with. He wanted to go back to being with Kendall. He knew Kendall had to lay low for the next few days, especially with a detective poking around. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little scared, but he knew Kendall was the best. And for good reason. He'd never been caught before. He just couldn't help but worry about him. Logan just wanted to go home and stay in bed with Kendall until the mission with James and Carlos started.

Logan looked down at his notes and sighed. There wasn't any. Again. The teacher was talking but he just wasn't hearing him. The brunette looked up at the board, eyes scanning over the problems quickly, taking in the information he needed. He wrote down a few things he didn't think he'd remember and then glanced up at the clock. It was almost time to go. He shoved his book and notebook in his bag and chanced a glance around the room.

Their were over two hundred people in class and the professor never took any type of attendance. Shift and Johnson were sitting on either side of him at the very ends of the row. They looked bored out of their minds and Shift looked as if he was ready to have a panic attack just looking at the board full of equations and problems.

When the bell rang, Logan pretended to be looking for something in his bag while the rest of the students left. Soon only a few people were left in the room. Shift went ahead to scout, and Johnson was standing just behind him.

"How are you doing?"

"Good," Logan nodded with a smile, "and you?"

Johnson frowned, "I mean really. How are you really doing?"

It took Logan a moment to understand. "I'm better then I thought I would be."

"Did you and Kendall talk?"

"Yea..." he nodded again, refusing to meet Johnson's eyes. "Everything's cool. Just gotta...deal. I wanna be a doctor, ya know?" he pointed back backward towards the class, "So...It wasn't the blood or death that really got to me...It, uh, it was just the fact that...If Kendall hadn't have showed up, I would have been Gary."

"Kendall wouldn't let that happen to you, I'm sure." Johnson told him with a soft chuckle, "My orders are to die for you, if necessary."

Logan's eyes widened, but then the brunette found himself laughing. He stopped suddenly as they reached the outside of the school. Johnson stopped him from taking another step. He looked around warily. Logan then noticed that no one was in the courtyard. He couldn't see Shift, either.

"Go back inside."

Logan opened the door and scrambled to get back in but just as he took his first step, someone appeared out of no where and pushed him back. He lost his footing, falling down the concentrate steps, falling with a giant thud. Johnson and the man were already fighting. Johnson punched the man and he fell down the steps. Logan rolled out of the way, shooting himself up and running as Johnson told him to race to the car. He passed the first car, moving quicker as he ran to the second backup car he knew they had placed down the road. Johnson was almost right behind him, and Logan could see out of the corner of his eye that he had his gun out.

A gun shot echoed around them. Logan instantly hit the deck, his hands coming to protect the top of his head. When he realized only one shot was fired and he had not been hit, he sat up and turned around. "Johnson!" he started crawling towards the man when someone grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him upward.

Johnson was moving to stand but another man came up from behind Logan and shoved him down. Johnson had been shot in the shoulder. It wouldn't kill him, but he could tell he was in pain. Logan started struggling against the much bigger person, but it was useless.

"Hiya, Logan." the brunette looked up at the man who was holding Johnson down, "I'm Wayne-Wayne." his voice sounded happy. He frowned then, his voice dropping many notches, "You're coming with me." he then turned to Johnson. "I'm not going to kill you. You're going to tell Kendall that I have Logan, do you understand?" he stepped on his shoulder.

"Johnson!" Logan screamed, shrugging again when the other man howled in pain. The bigger man held him tighter.

Wayne-Wayne turned to Logan, moving forward slowly until he was standing in front of him. He smirked, "This is going better then I thought..." And then his fist connected with Logan's stomach. He would have doubled over if it wasn't for the man still holding him. "Nighty-night, Logan." He was hit in the back of the head.

Everything went black.

(A/N) So I'm sorry for the wait. I actually started working a Danny Phantom story called Right Kind of Wrong. It's a Danny/Dash. Yes, I know how odd that is. I just love them. Check the story out if you want to.

So, the first chapter of Right Kind of Wrong distracted me...and then there's that eight page thesis paper that's due in two weeks I gotta do...

BUT I won't stop writing either one of my stories. And I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm sorry for any errors I didn't catch. I spell checked and proof read, but I always miss some...Anyway, leave me a review if you want.

OHHHH! I'm sure some of you have noticed that I changed my pen name. I am now Kitty Howell. If you've been to my profile lately you know that Kitty was what my name was suppose to have, and Howell was my grandmother's maiden name. Not that grandmother that just died, though...Actually, grandma's maiden name was Henderson...I think it's pretty awesome that I have Henderson in my family. However, I like the name Howell better for writing and I didn't want anyone to assume I had taken the name from Logan.

Love,

Kitty!