Chapter Fifteen - Take- Out Chinese
Logan gave up on pestering Max verbally. So what he did was stared at her. For four straight hours. He sat in the chair across the table from her, staring at he for four straight hours as she worked. He knew it was bothering her because she never completely relaxed enough to look up at him. When she stretched or moved at all, she carefully avoided eye contact.
It was about five o'clock that evening, and Max was still not satisfied with the evidence, even with the disk, she didn't think it was enough. There was still wasn't enough evidence to directly link Rodney Delaney to the execution style murder of three police officers.
The knock on the door startled her out of her deep concentration. Wordlessly she rose from her chair to check to Judas hole.
"Zack? What are you doing here?" She asked perplexed.
"Hello? It's Sunday? Bryn's picking up Chinese, and we're all supposed to be working on the Delaney case. Ring any bells?" He said, walking inside.
"Oh, yeah, some stuff happened, I've had a lot on my mind."
"It's not like you to forget our traditional Sunday take-out sessions..." Zack trailed off as he spotted Logan, sitting comfortably at the table.
Zack grabbed Max's arm and dragged her into the kitchen. "I thought he was dead." He whispered.
"So did I, he showed up at Delaney's party last night." Before Max could finish, Zack had spun on his heel and stormed out of the room.
Logan had just gotten up to fiddle with Max's computer. He was standing next to it, skimming over the files she had piled up, when next thing he knew he went airborne, slamming into a wall, with Zack holding him up by his neck, cutting off his air flow.
Logan gagged, his lungs screaming for air. Max ran up, sliding across the floor in her bare feet. She shoved Zack back, causing Logan to fall to the floor. "What the hell is your problem?" Logan gasped, gaining his feet, chest heaving.
"No, what is your problem? Where do you get off, just showing up after five years?" Zack shouted back.
Max stood between them, struggling to hold Zack back. "Zack stop! I am dealing with it myself."
"Why are you defending him, Maxie?! He obviously never cared at all about you!"
Logan didn't know what it was about Zack's statement, maybe it was the fact that it was what Max probably thought. Maybe it was that Zack had always hated him, not that the feeling wasn't mutual. But Logan snapped. He jumped forward, shoving and unprepared Max to the side with one hand, swinging with the other. They fell to the floor, Logan landing one solid punch before (for which he was proud, he was making a swing at a genetically enhanced killing machine) before Zack fought back. Zack rolled so he was on top of Logan, raising his fist. Before it could come down, Max grabbed it and threw him back. "Both of you stop it!" She said, tears streaming down her face. "This is hard enough for me without the two of you hosing each other off with testosterone!" With that she fled, running towards the bedroom, past Bryn, who'd just walked in the door, holding two fragrant bags.
Bryn calmly observed the scene. There was Zack, who was now alternating between glaring the door to Max's bedroom and the blond haired man, who was now slowly getting up off the floor.
Sighing, she shoved the bags of food into Zack's hands before turning and walking wordlessly into Max's bedroom. She may not have known exactly what was going on, but she figured she would find out about it, at a very loud volume, in about five seconds.
Logan gave up on pestering Max verbally. So what he did was stared at her. For four straight hours. He sat in the chair across the table from her, staring at he for four straight hours as she worked. He knew it was bothering her because she never completely relaxed enough to look up at him. When she stretched or moved at all, she carefully avoided eye contact.
It was about five o'clock that evening, and Max was still not satisfied with the evidence, even with the disk, she didn't think it was enough. There was still wasn't enough evidence to directly link Rodney Delaney to the execution style murder of three police officers.
The knock on the door startled her out of her deep concentration. Wordlessly she rose from her chair to check to Judas hole.
"Zack? What are you doing here?" She asked perplexed.
"Hello? It's Sunday? Bryn's picking up Chinese, and we're all supposed to be working on the Delaney case. Ring any bells?" He said, walking inside.
"Oh, yeah, some stuff happened, I've had a lot on my mind."
"It's not like you to forget our traditional Sunday take-out sessions..." Zack trailed off as he spotted Logan, sitting comfortably at the table.
Zack grabbed Max's arm and dragged her into the kitchen. "I thought he was dead." He whispered.
"So did I, he showed up at Delaney's party last night." Before Max could finish, Zack had spun on his heel and stormed out of the room.
Logan had just gotten up to fiddle with Max's computer. He was standing next to it, skimming over the files she had piled up, when next thing he knew he went airborne, slamming into a wall, with Zack holding him up by his neck, cutting off his air flow.
Logan gagged, his lungs screaming for air. Max ran up, sliding across the floor in her bare feet. She shoved Zack back, causing Logan to fall to the floor. "What the hell is your problem?" Logan gasped, gaining his feet, chest heaving.
"No, what is your problem? Where do you get off, just showing up after five years?" Zack shouted back.
Max stood between them, struggling to hold Zack back. "Zack stop! I am dealing with it myself."
"Why are you defending him, Maxie?! He obviously never cared at all about you!"
Logan didn't know what it was about Zack's statement, maybe it was the fact that it was what Max probably thought. Maybe it was that Zack had always hated him, not that the feeling wasn't mutual. But Logan snapped. He jumped forward, shoving and unprepared Max to the side with one hand, swinging with the other. They fell to the floor, Logan landing one solid punch before (for which he was proud, he was making a swing at a genetically enhanced killing machine) before Zack fought back. Zack rolled so he was on top of Logan, raising his fist. Before it could come down, Max grabbed it and threw him back. "Both of you stop it!" She said, tears streaming down her face. "This is hard enough for me without the two of you hosing each other off with testosterone!" With that she fled, running towards the bedroom, past Bryn, who'd just walked in the door, holding two fragrant bags.
Bryn calmly observed the scene. There was Zack, who was now alternating between glaring the door to Max's bedroom and the blond haired man, who was now slowly getting up off the floor.
Sighing, she shoved the bags of food into Zack's hands before turning and walking wordlessly into Max's bedroom. She may not have known exactly what was going on, but she figured she would find out about it, at a very loud volume, in about five seconds.