A/N: Yes that's two chapters in one night-got a lot of material to get out before the revival, so working as diligently as I can. Enjoy!

Hannah poked her head into Rory's office. "Gilmore, how's the Harvard story coming?"

Rory kept her eyes trained on her computer screen as she typed vigorously. "It's a no go, Hannah. There was nothing there. But I think I have something better."

Hannah arched an eyebrow. "What then?"

Rory shook her head. "I can't tell you until I've confirmed a few more details."

"An investigative story. Not usually your speed, Gilmore. When do you think I'll see a draft?"

Rory glanced at her. "Maybe a week."

Hannah crossed her arms. "And it's not getting in the way of covering your usual beat?"

"Check the server. Just submitted two roundups to you. Some of it isn't time sensitive so you might be able to post one of them next week if this story is bigger than I think it is. But it shouldn't be a problem."

Hannah tapped her foot as she stood in Rory's doorway, thinking. "Okay. But we pay other journalists to do the usual investigating, so if this goes on for too long I'm gonna need to see some source material."

Rory gave Hannah a salute. "Aye aye, Captain."

Hannah rolled her eyes, but left Rory to her own devices. She didn't understand Gilmore humor. Or any humor at all.

Rory was still at the office at seven p.m. when mostly everyone who wasn't night desking had gone home. She had so much research to do, and she only had access to certain databases from the office computers.

"You're still here, Rory?"

Rory jumped, startled that anyone, much less Dan, was still around.

"Um, yeah, working on a piece."

"You're not gonna miss your bus are you? Back to, where was it? Stars Hollow?"

Rory narrowed her eyes at Dan. She really hated him. And it was creepy that he remembered where she lived. Why did she ever tell him? "That's the place."

"Huh," Dan said, his thumb slung through the strap on his messenger bag. "Thought a person like you with a husband like yours would have a place in New York."

"Guess you thought wrong," she said as coldly as possible. She really wanted Dan to leave.

He backed away, his palms facing her. "Okay, I can take a hint. Have a nice weekend, Rory."

"You too," she mumbled, turning back to her work in earnest. The truth was, it wasn't the first time she thought how much easier it'd be if they lived in New York. She loved Stars Hollow and being close to her friends and family. But it was lacking in the nightlife a person of her and Logan's ages should be able to enjoy. And it was far from the office.

Rory's desk phone rang. Logan was on the other end. "Hey, Bee."

"Bee?" Rory asked, too lost in thought to catch Logan's drift.

"As in busy bee. Since you're still at the office, I see."

"Sorry babe, working on a piece."

"How 'bout a quick bite then?" Logan was all of a sudden standing outside of her cubicle, a bag of fast food in hand. He ended the call as Rory returned the receiver to the cradle.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, pleasantly surprised. She happily took the food from Logan.

"Had a meeting in the city with some potential investors, thought I'd drop in on my girl."

He pulled up a chair from another desk and started unpacking the food.

Rory pushed some of her printed research aside to make room for their impromptu meal. "Another meeting? That's like the third time this week."

Logan shrugged. "This is where the investors are." He took a bite of his burger.

Rory also took a bite. "It's funny that you say that. I've been thinking for a while now…it's just an idea…but what if we moved to New York?"

Logan stopped mid bite.

"Never mind, it's stupid. I know your office is in Preston it doesn't make sense—"

"No, hold on a second. It makes a lot of sense. The only reason my office is there is because we live in Stars Hollow, but that could easily be fixed. I mean real estate is more expensive here, but you and I are here so often it's not like we're exactly saving money in transportation costs. Trust me, I've been thinking a lot about it too."

"You have?" Rory asked, incredulous.

"Yeah. There's certainly more to do in New York. But I like Stars Hollow, and I would never pull you away from there. And we'd be farther away from all our family."

Rory nodded. "Yeah that's my hesitation, too."

"And I'm partial to the private schools in Connecticut, no matter what they say about some of the ones in New York."

"Why would that matter?" Rory asked, taking a handful of fries.

Logan eyed her carefully, slowly nibbling a single fry down to a crispy nub. "Well any place we buy would have to be big enough to accommodate potential kids, right? Close to good schools, that kind of thing. I mean at some point—"

"Right," Rory said, looking down at her food.

Logan was silent, licking the salt from his lips purposefully, not wanting to force the subject. But it had to be discussed some time.

Rory twisted the straw in her soda. "It's not as if the topic doesn't come to mind from time to time, Logan, it does. I just don't know that I'm ready to plan my life around it."

Logan furrowed his brow. "Well when do you think you'll be ready?"

"I don't know, honey, I—"

"We've been married for almost three years, Rory! We're set in our careers, we've done some traveling, what more do you want to get out of the way before the ball and chain sinks into the ground?"

"Don't say it like that, Logan, like I look at our marriage as a burden."

"Feels like it," he mumbled.

Rory sighed, annoyed. She pushed her food away. "I didn't ask you to come here, Logan, if you want to pick a fight can we at least wait until I get home?"

Logan gaped. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just tired…shouldn't have taken it out on you. Let's just forget it, okay?"

Rory didn't say anything. She dipped a fry into some ketchup. "We could compromise. Get a two-bedroom here to use when we're wrapped up in the city, but keep the house in Stars Hollow."

"Sounds good," Logan said, clearly still despondent.

Rory tried to push through his disappointment. "What was your meeting about?"

Logan looked at her cautiously for a moment, unsure if he could let go of the past few minutes so quickly. But he gave it a try. "A couple of things. They're looking to invest in new media technologies, and they're looking to expand access to the services eHPG provides."

Rory nodded. "To where?"

"Europe mostly. But I told them I couldn't commit to helping them with that."

"Why?" Rory exclaimed. "That sounds like a great opportunity."

"I don't think the timing is right. Julius called me about this a few months ago, too, and I just think the company's too young." Logan was only partially telling the truth. He did think his company was too young. Maybe in a year he'd be more ready for an expansion, though others in the industry didn't seem to think eHPG's age was a problem. But he'd also said no because he thought he and Rory might start thinking about a family soon, and to be mired in the depths of a European expansion at a time like that wouldn't be ideal.

"Okay, sounds like you're making a wise decision. I'm sure the opportunity will still be there when you're ready. Not like your expertise or your company are going anywhere anytime soon."

Logan couldn't help a reluctant smile. Rory's faith in him was relentless.

"What are you working on?" he asked her.

Rory hesitated only a moment. She wasn't sure the story was ready for the spotlight quite yet. But Logan would be a good second pair of eyes. She grabbed a stack of her research.

"Hannah doesn't know the substance yet, but I was eating lunch with Paris and we saw two very interesting people eating together across the restaurant."

Logan took a minute to read over Rory's notes. "Holy shit. Rory, if this is true this is a huge federal level offense."

She nodded. "I know. It's the most interesting thing I've worked on in ages, Logan. Part legal analysis, part financial and international news. And if I break this story, imagine what that could do for my career."

"How are your sources? Reputable?"

Rory sighed and moved the mouse to wake up her computer. "As reputable as I can find. Not exactly a lot of publicly available information on international collusion over interest rates, either."

"I'll bet," Logan said, squinting at the screen. He reached for his reading glasses.

"You look cute in those," Rory said of the Clark Kent-esqe glasses.

"You think so? They make me feel old. What database are you using?"

Rory showed him the screen.

"Hm," he ruminated. "Too bad there isn't a whistleblower site, somewhere where journalists who have covered similar topics could leave their contact information for other journalists if they want to collaborate on a story and share sources. Or at least a list of topics and which journalists have covered them, so you could read targeted pieces, know who to call."

"Yeah I'm just working with what the Times has access to. Can't even do this at home."

Logan sat back, amazed he hadn't thought of it before. "Rory, what if I made that?"

Rory looked at him. "A journalist source database?"

"Partially that, but a journalist terminal, like the Bloomberg terminal for the financial sector, but a gathering place for other journalists looking for other writers, more detailed information, those sources journalists are willing to share, top incoming news stories…"

"The Huntzberger Terminal," Rory said, imagining it now.

Logan looked at her. "Or The Hunt. Sounds more tech-friendly."

"I think you know some investors who would give you funding for a new media technology," Rory said, alluding to the obvious.

"And Colin probably knows people in Silicon Valley who can help remotely with coding it. Hell, my dad probably knows people."

"You want to get Mitchum involved in this?" Rory asked cautiously.

Logan started cleaning up their meal. "He'd be involved no matter what, he still owns part of the company."

"Okay," Rory conceded. "Just be careful with him."

"I will be," he said, kissing her. "You staying a while longer?"

"Yeah, sorry. The Hunt doesn't exist yet, so I'm stuck here. Be home as soon as I can."

"I'll get straight to work," he said, with his charming smile. "Try not to get home too late, I rented Avatar and Up online."

"Oohh such different but equally as enticing options," Rory said, already getting back to work so she could get home in order to watch them with him.

Logan walked down the hall. He turned back quickly. "So, next weekend?"

"Next weekend what?"

"We'll look at some apartments?"

She smiled. "Sounds good."