A/N- This chapter is dedicated to Aimee, because, well, we were talking together the whole time I was writing this. Hope you all enjoy it!!!!

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Max arrived about half an hour after she called. Both she and Logan sat down to eat some lunch that he had thrown together, but neither could sit for very long, because they were both itching to search Logan's files. After a few minutes of tension, they both decided that they would eat in the computer room and search files at the same time. "I parallel process and multitask like there's no tomorrow, remember?"

Logan smiled at Max's remark. How could he forget a statement like that? They both picked up their dishes, and walked into the room. Logan sat in his computer chair, and Max sat in the chair that she had to almost hop into. She loved that chair. Max held onto Logan's plate while he typed, and balanced hers on her lap, so she could eat. Logan and Max furiously searched everything that Logan could dig up to try and figure out where the broadcast had come, but nothing was coming up, and it was frustrating the hell out of both of them. After they had finished eating, Max took the opportunity to leave the tedious work to clean up the dishes, and the mess they had left in the kitchen. Upon returning, she found Logan with his eyes still glued to the computer screen. He didn't even look when she came in, so Max just hopped back up on her chair, and slouched down. Her patience totally shot, Max started to spin the chair around in circles. Logan finally looked away from his computer screen, and leaned back in his chair, grinning wildly at Max. She sensed him watching her, and stopped. "What?"

"You."

"And what exactly do you mean by that?"

Logan leaned forward so that his face was right by Max's knees, and he looked up to meet her eyes. "That you're just so cute when you do things like that."

"Well, I've got to be cute once in awhile. Besides, we both know my level of patience, and I can truthfully say that it has been fully spent today."

"I think I can do something about that."

Max shifted in the chair and leaned forward so that her nose was almost touching Logan's. "Oh really, and what pray tell, would you do?"

"Something like this." Logan leaned the rest of the way into Max and pressed his lips against hers.

Max smiled. "Hmmm, I think my patience will last a long time at this task."

"Good." Logan put his hands behind Max's head, and pulled her closer to him, deepening the kiss. He lightly traced his tongue over her lips until he could feel her get off of her chair. She broke the kiss, and he looked up at her questioningly, never letting his hands fall from their grasp on her head. "What's wrong?"

Max chuckled at Logan's consistent worry. "Nothing, I just want to get more comfortable." Max climbed into Logan's lap, crossed her arms behind his neck, and laid her lips on his. This time she was the one to trace his lips with her tongue, and he opened them up willingly. Their tongues wrestled together until Logan had to come up for air.

"Max, you're amazing."

"I know." Max once again dove for Logan's mouth, but he turned away, and held her head back so that he could look in her eyes.

"Max, as much as I want to be doing this, and trust me, I do, we really have to figure out what is going on here. I don't think it would be the best thing in the world if Lydecker suddenly came crashing into my apartment, and we weren't ready because we were... indisposed."

"Logan, you're breakin' my heart!"

"I know, but you'll heal fast!"

"How do you know that?"

"Because I am the powerful Eyes Only who knows everything about everyone!"

Max smiled and put her hands on Logan's ever-present stubble. "So much ego, for such a little person!"

"Ouch! That hurt!" Logan grinned back at Max. He loved their banter. No matter what was going on, he always knew that the banter would be there.

"I'm sorry, I think I can fix it though." Max leaned in to kiss Logan, but once again he stopped her.

"Sorry Max, but we'll be doing this soon, I promise."

"K fine, but only because you promised." Max climbed off of Logan's lap, and back into her chair. Logan watched as she sat down and could see the playful look on her face be quickly replaced with a look of serious concentration, with no other emotion visible as she turned to face the computer screen.

"Let's get this bitch over with."

Logan was amazed at the sudden change, but with Max, you had to expect things like that to happen. As he tried without too much success to push the last few moments out of his head, Logan went back to pulling up anything that might help him determine where that broadcast came from. After a few minutes, he noticed that Max was getting antsy beside him again. He turned to look at her, and could see that her mind was off in another land. "Max."

Max slowly dragged herself out of her thoughts, and looked at Logan who was once again staring at her. "What?"

"I can see that you don't want to be here. Why don't you go do some recon on Devon's place. Give you something to do, while I look over some more files. By any chance do you have anything that would have Devon's handwriting on it?"

Max thought for a second. "Actually, I do." She got off of her chair, and walked out of the room, returning seconds later with her Jam Pony bag in her hand. "Being the incredibly efficient person that I am, I never gave Normal this. Here's the signature sheet from when I delivered him that gun. It's got his writing all over it. Oh, and here's that note I was telling you about."

"The one from your secret admirer?"

"Yeah Logan, from my secret admirer. Now don't go and burn that or anything, I think I might want to keep it!"

Logan reached up and grabbed the sheets of paper. "This is great Max, and I think maybe just this once I'll let you keep your love note that is from someone not me." Logan looked at the signature sheet. "I guess it pays not to do your job all the time."

"That's what I think everyday."

"Well, these will help a lot. So like I said, why don't you go do some recon? Burn off some, but not too much energy!" Logan flashed Max a wicked grin.

Max was a little caught off guard by Logan's statement, but returned his grin. She started to head out of the room, thankful for anything to do other than sit here and stare at Logan staring at the computer screen. Not that that is a bad thing to do, but I need to get out. "Aiight, and I think I'll hit Crash for a few hours with the girls. And at the same time, try to explain everything to them."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You probably don't want to know." Max returned to Logan's side, and leaned down to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Later." Max turned and walked out of the computer room, and was almost out of the apartment before she heard the familiar warning to 'be careful'. Smiling, she shut the door behind her, and headed towards the elevator.

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Max decided to hit Crash first, because then she could blow off a lot of her pent up energy on dancing, but not too much, and then release her frustrations that will inevitably come from the thousands of questions the gang will be asking her, by muttering obscenities and such under her breath as she watched Devon. Before going to Crash, Max stopped off at her place, so that she could change out of her work clothes into some more appropriate ones for dancing and stalking, and to trade her work bike for her baby. Max threw on her leather coat, and was out the door in a matter of minutes. After racing around Seattle for awhile, Max pulled up beside Crash, and parked her bike. She took the keys out of the ignition, and shoved her glasses back on top of her head. She strolled up to the door, gave a bouncer a mega-watt smile, and headed inside. At the top of the stairs, she could see everything, and spotted her peeps at their usual table. From the looks of it, they had already guzzled down at least two pitchers of beer, and Max could see Original Cindy returning with another one. Max smiled, and started down the stairs. She walked up to the bar and bought herself a cup of coffee, because the whole alcohol thing wouldn't be the best thing to have just before she had to do recon, and then headed over to her friends. "Hey guys! What's the good word?"

"Max! Why aren't you with your boyfriend?"

"Wow, I feel welcome."

"Sit, sit! We want all the details." Kendra pulled a chair from the table behind her, and motioned for Max to sit down.

Max looked around the table, and could see all of her friends had ended their conversations, and were fully focused on her. Let's make them squirm. This'll be fun. Max started to talk, and made sure that her voice contained just enough sarcasm that they would pick it up only after she finished telling her story. "Well..." Max decided to look at each person as she told the story, telling it in chunks to please each and every one of them. She looked at Kendra first. "We started out with a little something to eat, but my patience just flew out the window, and we were banging the gong in seconds after I jumped him. And let me tell you, it is now in my experience that you can bang the gong for twelve hours straight." Max turned to Sketchy and Herbal after seeing that the first part of her story had clearly shocked Kendra. "Then, one of his old girlfriends came over and as soon as she saw us, she stripped down to her lingerie, and she and I had a pillow fight, while he watched, and soon after joined us." Max could barely contain her laughter as both Sketchy and Herbal's jaws were on the table. She then turned to Cindy to finish up her story. "And then, his old girlfriend and I got down to some serious business when he left to make us some food. I fell asleep in her arms, and when I woke up, I came right here." Max looked around the table at all of her friends, who were rendered completely speechless. Original Cindy was the first one to catch on to Max's story. "Boo, that ain't even funny."

Max couldn't hold it in anymore, and totally cracked up. Everyone around the table finally came to realize that she was completely making it up, but Sketchy's mind was still on the pillow fight.

"Max, you are so strange sometimes." Kendra let out her breath that she was holding. "If you don't want tell us fine. But you don't have to go into stories like that!"

"Hey, it got you guys off of my back, now didn't it? You know I don't talk about a lot of things with you guys, and this is one of them!"

"Ok, so wait. You mean, you didn't have a pillow fight in your lingerie?"

Max smiled at Sketchy. "No Sketchy. Sorry to disappoint you." Max looked around the table. "Anyone up for dancing?"

"Sure boo, why not?" Original Cindy got up with Max, and they both headed out on the dance floor.

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Max smiled thinking back to her little story. I think Sketchy's heart will never slow down. That boy is too easy. But the looks on everyone's face was priceless. I think I'll have to tell Logan about that. Maybe not. Somehow I don't think he'll see the humor in it. Max was perched across the street from Devon's building. She was watching through his window, but couldn't see any signs of life. From what she could see, nothing in his apartment had changed since she was there, except for the chair that was sitting in the middle of the room. That had to be one of the best moments of my life. Tying the poor guy to the chair. Just then, her pager went off. Max quickly turned it off, berating herself for not putting it on vibrate, and looked at the number. Logan. Nothing's happening here. I'll just swing by to see what he has to say.

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"Logan?"

Max walked into the apartment, and found Logan still at his computer. When he saw her walk into his room, he got up and went over to give her a hug. "Hey."

"Hey, so you find anything interesting?"

"Actually I did. How was Crash and your recon?"

"Recon sucked. Nothing there. Devon was absent, and I didn't feel like sneaking in to his place, only to be surprised. Crash was, well, fun."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, just providing some images in the heads of my peeps. Very fun to do. So what did you find?"

"Well..." Logan broke their embrace and headed over to his printer that had just finished printing something. "According to this, the signature on your signature sheet matches the writing on the note. So, it was Devon you alerted you."

"I kind of figured that. Why he would do that is really the question here."

"My thoughts exactly."

"So, do you think I should set up shop in his apartment tonight and see what kind of info I can find?"

"Just as long as you don't engage in any of those kinky sex games with him this time."

Max feigned hurt as Logan's joke. "Don't you trust me?"

Logan, knowing that their banter was once again starting up, started to feel a bit of excitement rush through his body. "I just don't know, but I guess I'm going to have to!"

Max smiled and gave Logan a hug. "Yeah, I think you will. Just give me something to remember you by while I'm sitting there for all those long hours."

"I think I can do something for you." Logan said as he looked into her eyes. He leaned down towards her, and pressed his lips fully on hers. He grabbed both of her hands with his, and pulled them up beside her head. While kissing her, he pushed her back until her back was pressed firmly against the wall. He held her hands up, and grinded his body against hers. He finally pulled back. "How's that for you."

Max stood with her eyes closed, and a grin plastered across her face. "I think that'll do." She opened her eyes, and looked into Logan's. She pulled his face down to hers once more, and gave him another passionate kiss. "Ok, I gotta go." Max gave Logan a hug, and then walked out the door, giving him a lingering look as she left, leaving Logan with pride swelling in his chest.

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Max laid crouched in the shadows of Devon's apartment. She kept relaying her kiss with Logan over and over in her head. There wasn't much else to do since Devon still hadn't returned. Suddenly, the door opened. Max slinked back further into the shadows and watched Devon. He went into the bathroom for a few minutes, and then came out. He started to nervously pace around the room. "What am I going to do? What am I going to do?" Devon just kept muttering under his breath. Max continued to watch Devon as he continued to pace. The shrill ringing of a cell phone made Max jump a bit. Devon answered the phone, and Max honed her hearing so that she could listen to both sides of the conversation. "Hello?"

"That was not a bright idea Devon."

Lydecker. He must know what Devon did. I wonder what that sick man will do now.

"Dad, I had to."

"You don't have to do anything. Especially not that. That was not wise."

"Dad, she's my sister."

Max tensed up. What? He's not my brother. What is going on here. Does he know that I'm here? Is he making this up?

"Even so, but this little breach is going to cost you."

Max heard the click on the other end of the phone.

"Dad, what do you mean by that? Dad??"

Max felt kind of bad for Devon, since it was he that had warned her, but how could he be her brother? Of course, Lydecker's kid. He must have told Devon about us, and that we were related in a sick kind of way. Max's thoughts were very rudely interrupted when she heard the unmistakable sounds of SUVs coming from the streets below. Oh shit, Lydecker is here to get Devon, and he's going to find me.

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