A/N- Aiight, here is the next part. Finally. This part is past the whole Valentine's Day thing, and so the plot is twisting just a bit. Hope you all like it, and if you could, please read and respond. I love hearing your comments. And so......

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Max walked into Jam Pony in a daze. Her night with Logan was still fresh in her memory, and for the life of her, she could not get it out. She rested her bike next to the front desk, half-hazardly took a package from Normal as she walked by and headed towards the back to get a cup of coffee. She poured herself a cup, and walked to the benches by her locker to sit down.

"Original Cindy was right once again when she said you wouldn't show at Crash last night. I take it you had a productive evening with Logan?" Original Cindy smiled at her friend as she walked up to her.

"Wha?" Max could not seem to bring herself out of her thoughts enough to even answer Original Cindy's question properly.

"That's what I thought. Original Cindy knew she'd be spending the evening without you, but don't you worry about her, she had some fun of her own if you know what I'm saying."

Max finally turned around to look at Original Cindy who had just sat down beside her, but did not even think twice about Original Cindy's comment of her night of events. "Do you think it's stupid that I have never been in a serious relationship?"

Original Cindy was re-tying her shoes, and did not even look up to answer Max. "Whadaya mean boo?"

"I mean, I've never been in a serious relationship. I don't think I would know what to do even if I were in one. So is that stupid? Or am I just not cut out for the whole relationship thing?"

Original Cindy looked up to see that Max was totally serious. "What brought this question on. Did you do something that you're regretting now?"

"Well, kind of."

"Things went a little too far last night did they? Well, was it fun while it lasted at least?" Original Cindy smiled at Max, who still kept her dead-pan face intact.

"Yeah, I do regret something I did last night, and it's not what you're thinking. Trust me. I went over to Logan's and we had dinner, and afterwards we got to talking, you know? And I fell asleep with my head in his lap. I woke up, and just panicked, and ran out of there as fast as I could, which leads me to my question. Am I incapable of a serious relationship? I mean, I think that I could really have something with Logan, but every time we seem to be getting somewhere, there is just this thing inside me that makes be bolt. So is it stupid that I've never been in a serious relationship?"

"Max, serious relationships take a long time to build up. They're difficult to find and even harder to maintain. It's not stupid that you haven't been in one, it just shows that you are waiting for the right guy, and Original Cindy is pretty sure that Logan is the closest person you're going to find to be the right guy. Everyone has that feeling to just bolt when something gets too serious, but you just have to find the strength in yourself to overcome that feeling, and stay firmly in your place."

"I'm just worried that even if I did tell Logan what I was feeling, he wouldn't return the feelings, and I would just be back to where I am now."

"Hon, Original Cindy can see right through that lie. You're not worried about Logan not returning the feelings because we both know that he's crazy about you."

Max finally looked at Original Cindy with some hope in her eyes. "You think?"

"Original Cindy knows so. If there's anything that Original Cindy knows, it's relationships."

"I'm just worried that I'm not the kind of girl that he's looking for...."

"Do not even go there. Have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately? I don't know why even more guys aren't hanging off of you." Original Cindy paused for a moment, and then looked past Max to look at someone who was standing behind her. "Speaking of guys hanging off of you..."

Max turned to look behind her at the person that Original Cindy was now glaring at. It was Devon. As soon as Max's eyes locked on his, he ducked around the corner, out of her sight.

"Let's go people! I don't pay you to sit around! Bip, bip, bip!"

"Ugh. Back to work. Which reminds me, with my mad dash last night out of Logan's, I left my bag there. Do you have an extra I could borrow today?"

"Sure hon." Original Cindy got up from the bench, and banged her fist against her locker so that the lock would disengage. She pulled out an old bag and handed it to Max. "Here ya go. It's nothin' special, but it'll work."

"Thanks." Max got up and started to head towards her parked bike, but stopped and turned around to face Original Cindy. "And thanks for the advice. I owe you one."

Original Cindy smiled at Max. "No big dealio boo, what're friends for?"

Max smiled and headed towards her bike and left for her first of many runs for the day.

Original Cindy continued to rifle through her locker to make sure that she had everything that she needed for the day. Damn that girl has some issues. Makes Original Cindy glad she don't have to worry about the guys. So wrapped up in her own problems she didn't even ask me about my night last night. Ah well, we'll tell her tonight at Crash, that is unless she's out kicking it with her boy. Maybe she'll finally get her act together and take that relationship to the next level so she can de-stress a little bit. Original Cindy closed her locker and was about to go to the front desk to get a package for a run, when she noticed Devon peeking around the row of lockers. "What exactly is your dealio?"

Devon hesitated for a moment, obviously not expecting Original Cindy to talk to him. "Um, I was just looking to see if Max was still here."

"Well she's not, so you can just be moving along." Original Cindy was getting slightly annoyed at this guy, and ushered with her hands for him to get moving. What exactly is his obsession with my boo all of a sudden. No matter, Original Cindy'll set him straight. "You might as well just move on there boy, she doesn't want anything to do with you."

Devon came fully around the corner so that he could stand right in front of Original Cindy. He was a good head taller than her, so he easily towered over her. "I just wanted to ask her if she would like to do something tonight, not that it's any of your business."

Original Cindy put her hands on her hips and looked up right into Devon's eyes. She wasn't intimidated by anyone, especially not this creep. "Well she doesn't, so why don't you just forget about her, move on and go back to what ever hole you crawled out of."

"Well, I'd like to hear that from her mouth, not yours, so why don't you move aside like a good girl, and I'll be on my way." Devon sneered at Original Cindy.

"Ok, that's it. I was takin' it easy on you, since you were new and all, but that's going too far. You're about to see what kind of smack-down Original Cindy can give out." Original Cindy took her hands off of her hips, and was about to hit Devon when Normal's voice interrupted the two.

"Devon! Hot run to 15 Pike street! Let's get a move on!"

Devon looked down at Original Cindy and smiled, and pushed past her to get to Normal. Cindy was left fuming.

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Logan woke sprawled across his bed. He hadn't even made it under the covers. He had spent the better part of the night reading and re-reading the note that Max had given him. Like Max, he couldn't get the events of the night out of his head until he finally lost consciousness and had slipped into the blissful serenity of sleep. He slowly pulled himself off of the bed, and stood up and stretched out all of the knots that had developed in his muscles over night. He walked over to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. After coming out and quickly drying his hair, he walked towards the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. The previous night's events and conversations were still running through his head, but he kept going back to one comment in particular that Max had said.

"But then, as I'm standing there trying to cool down after work, guess who flipped my hair up? That loser Devon!"

"Did he see your barcode?"

"Um...I don't think so. I covered my neck as soon as I felt my hair move. He could have, but I doubt it."

"Well, let's hope not."

"What would it matter if he saw it? He's just some punk-ass kid who's trying way too hard to get a girl at work."

"You never know Max, you have careful. You of all people should know that."

"Yeah, I do. Don't worry. He won't be a problem."

For some reason, Logan's thoughts kept stalling on this. Maybe I'll do a check-up on him. You can never be too cure. It's more than likely just what Max said, but you never know....

"Logan? You here?"

"In here Bling!"

Bling came walking in to the kitchen to see Logan in a robe, obviously just coming from a shower. "So I take it things went well with Max last night?"

Logan couldn't help but hear the playful tone in Bling's question. "Not the way you're thinking, but we did have a good night. Well, that is until..."

"Until? Come on Logan, you can't stop a sentence like that!"

"Like what?" If Bling could be playful, so could Logan.

"You know what I mean! Come on, spill it. Or am I going to have to work you so hard that you talk just so you can get away from me?"

Logan looked up at his friend, and could see that he would probably do just that. Work him so hard that he spills everything. "Well, until she bolted."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! Now, do you want some breakfast? Because I'm making some either way."

Wow, that was a quick change of topic. Oh well. I'll let him get off for now, but I think I'll ask again when they're both here. That should prove for some interesting entertainment. "Sure! Why not?"

Logan set into making a quick breakfast for the two of them, and while they were eating, they continued with the small talk.

"So what are your plans for today? Is Max coming over?" Bling looked at Logan to see if he would squirm at all from his question, but he didn't even look up. He just continued to shove food in his mouth.

"Actually, I'm going to do some digging on this guy from Jam Pony. Max was telling me that he's been bothering her lately, and yesterday he even pushed her hair back."

"Logan, is that jealousy that I'm hearing?" Bling could only smirk at his friend. It was DEFINITELY jealously.

Logan chose to ignore the comment, because even though he did feel a bit of jealously, the worry was much greater. "Actually, I was worried that maybe he saw her barcode."

"Do you think he did?"

Logan stood up to clear away the dishes. "I don't know. Maybe. That's why I want to check up on him. If he is just some random kid and saw it, she can just pass her barcode off as a bad choice she made a few years ago when deciding on a tattoo, but otherwise.... we could have a problem."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, because when I first met her, that's the way I got to see her barcode. I'm going to go get changed, and then we can get started for the day." Logan walked away from Bling, and headed towards his bedroom. Now that he had actually said his worries out loud to someone, they seemed to grow even more. He couldn't wait to get to his computer to look this guy up.

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Max spent the day doing more runs than usual, so that she could keep her mind off of the conversation that would more than likely result tonight at Logan's. She was dreading it, but at the same time, exhilarated for it, because maybe, finally, she would break her barriers down and confess her true thoughts to Logan. Yeah right. I'll chicken out like I always do. No, not chicken out. I don't do that. I just look for the right opportunity. Yeah, that's it. Max weaved through the streets back to Jam Pony. She figured that she could probably pull off one more run before the end of her shift, and then she could go home and change. She pedaled through the door, and coasted to a stop in front of Normal. "Got anything else for me Normal? I figured I'd do one more run on my way home. I'll give you the signature sheet tomorrow."

Normal moved only his eyes up to look at Max, and shoved a package into her waiting hands. "Here, but if I don't get that signature, I'll dock you for two runs, you hear me?"

"Whatever." Max got off her bike and leaned it against the front desk, and headed towards her locker, where she could see Original Cindy pacing back and forth. "Hey boo? What's up?"

"Max, that guy Devon is seriously getting on Original Cindy's nerves."

"Tell me about it. At least you don't have him staring at you all day. I feel dirty just being in the same building as him."

"Yeah, well, he's seems kind of loco if you ask me. You should watch out for him."

"Why? Did he say something to you?"

Original Cindy contemplated telling Max about their earlier confrontation, but decided against it. "No, Original Cindy just don't get a good vibe from him, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, he'll forget about whatever fantasy he has in a couple of days and everything will get back to normal. In the meantime, I'm heading home. I just have this one run to do. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see ya boo."

Max turned around and headed back towards her bike. She looked around the place to see if she could see Devon. Maybe I'll smack a bit of sense into him. He was nowhere around however, so Max shrugged her shoulders, grabbed her bike, and headed off towards her final destination for the day.

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Logan sat at his computer and quickly hacked into the Jam Pony mainframe. He called up all of the employees, and started to go through each one to see if he could find Devon's profile. Logan stopped when he got to Max's and smiled at her picture. He looked beside his computer at his own picture of Max and smiled. Mine's better. Logan kept going through the profiles, and finally landed on the one he was looking for. Hmmmm. Name, Devon Morris. Date of birth, April 19, 2001. Same age as Max. Eh, nothing there, most of the people at Jam Pony are the same age as Max. Height, 5'11". Hmmm, I'm taller than him. Weight, who cares, previous jobs, window washer, caretaker, nothing there. Place of birth, Wyoming. Wyoming? Why would someone from Wyoming be here in Seattle? He can't be from Manticore can he? Why is he here? Is he looking for Max? No, I can't jump to conclusions like that. What's this? Comments. Must be Normal's take on his employees. Nice kid. Girl crazy. Noticed a small scar on the back of his neck. Probably gang related. Shouldn't last too long. Small scar? Could it be from a tattoo removal? Maybe I should warn Max. This is just too odd.

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Max parked her bike outside the run-down apartment building that had the address that was on her package. She walked up the two flights of stairs, and went to knock on the door that the package was to go to. As she was nearing the door, her pager went off. She looked down at the number. It was Logan. I'll swing by there after I drop this off. She got to the door, and rapped on it twice, and could hear movement inside. "Just a minute!" Max could swear she knew the voice, but couldn't place it before she could hear the locks being unlocked from the inside. The door opened, and there he was standing in front of her with a smug grin plastered across his face. Devon. "See? I told you I could get you to come to my place. Why don't you come in?"

"I don't think so Devon, I've got to be elsewhere. Here, I need your signature." Max thrust the signature sheet into Devon's hands.

"I won't sign it until you come in."

"Look. I've had a really long day, and all I want to do is go home and go to bed, so if you'll please just sign this..."

"Fine. I know you'll come in eventually." Devon started to open his package.

"The signature?"

"Oh! Sorry." Devon tucked his half opened package under his arm and signed the piece of paper.

Max took the paper and shoved it into her bag. Don't want to lose any pay. This signature isn't going anywhere. Without even looking up, Max turned around and started to head down the hall. "I'll be going now." As she said this, Max could hear the sound of the cardboard box she had given Devon fall to the floor, and the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked behind her.

"I don't think you'll be going anywhere Max." Devon's voice was cold and solid.

Max slowly turned around and came face to face with the barrel of the loaded gun that she had just delivered to Devon.

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