Chapter Twenty-Six - Unwinding of the Wound
Max was still sitting at her computer, now checking her various untraceable email accounts, when Logan walked back into the room. Without glancing up, she muttered a greeting. Logan didn't say a word, just stared at her for a moment, till she looked up. "What?" She asked, flipping her hair back over her shoulder.
Logan grabbed Max's hand and pulled her out of her chair. "Come on, we're going out."
Max tried in vain to pull her arm back. "Let go, I've got work to do." She leaned backwards, resisting Logan's pull, which was dragging her unceremoniously to the door. She stretched back with one hand to grab the door frame. Logan rolled his eyes. He whirled back around and captured Max's lips in a searing kiss that had her arms going limp and falling off the door frame. Then Logan broke away and pulled a stunned Max behind him to the door. She didn't fight anymore, just kind of followed behind as Logan tugged her along, grabbing both of their jackets on the way out. Max followed him into the elevator before her brain started functioning again. "Logan, I had work to do! What was that for?" She shouted. But it was to late, they were already in the garage, and Logan was shoving her towards his rental car. When Max found herself getting shoved into the passenger seat, she didn't know what to think.
Logan was humming softly as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Max turned in her seat and stared out the window, not even glancing at Logan. He hummed good naturedly along with whatever song that was on the radio. "What Max, can't take a break? What was it that you said to me once? Blah Blah Woof Woof?"
Ignoring him, Max wondered if the weather was going to hold up, or if clouds were supposed to move in later. She couldn't remember the weather report.
"God, the role reversals we go through. If five years ago some one would have told me that I would be dragging you away from a computer, I would have hit them with the keyboard. But I wouldn't stop typing because that would be a waste of time, right?" Logan glanced over at Max, who was still staring out the window. "There it was!" He exclaimed, making Max jump.
"What?"
"You smiled."
"I did not." Max said, scowling.
"You did too." Logan repeated triumphantly.
"Did not." Max muttered.
"Did too."
"It was a involuntary muscle twitch."
Logan laughed as he pulled into a parking space outside of South Market. "Ok, you win. Can't fight with muscle twitches. Come on, let's go have some fun."
At first, Logan had to drag a reluctant Max around, who every few minuets would make a comment about what she could be doing. Then slowly, inch by inch, muscle by muscle, she relaxed to the point, where though she wouldn't admit it, she was having a good time.
There was that second where Logan had stolen Max a flower out of he florist shop, and Max made fun of him for committing his first crime. And that moment outside the coffee shop where Max, who had a coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other, stood on her toes to give Logan a kiss. Or when Logan had insisted on buying Max the ridiculous looking stuffed animal, claiming it looked like one of the doctors who had treated him in Japan. Like when Max had Logan doubled over with laughter over her tail of getting confused during an investigation of a pimp and finding out it was really Zack, who was working undercover thinking Max was a hooker. It was a entertaining couple of hours, the strain that had been over them melting away for the first time in days.
Neither of them noticed the man trailing them, snapping their picture with a telephoto lens.
A/N: There was another smutty chapter after this, but I lost it, and it has no real importance to the plot other than when I originally wrote this, people liked the first edition, and they wanted more.