A/N I: Here's where I'll bring them together-- I'm sorry if anyone was offended by Logan's dream as being sexist, but I'd like to share that I, the writer, am female and I felt that it was a good combination of Logan's interests. Max, basketball. Max cheering for Logan playing basketball. It all made sense in my little mind.
A/N II: Okay, this isn't in a set period… it's like, way post-pilot, or something.
Max walked into Logan's apartment. The constant rain of Seattle had turned to snow for the winter. As Max walked into his apartment, she brushed the snow off her leather jacket. She had no need to be wearing a jacket, she'd be fine in a tank top, but people would wonder about her then.
Max headed to Logan's study, but finding him not there she frowned. She headed to the kitchen, but he wasn't there either. She began to panic.
"LOGAN?!"
She heard a clunk from his bedroom, and his door opened. He was dress in a dark blue shirt and jeans, and he was wearing his contacts. "Oh, hey Max," he called casually. Max looked out of the kitchen and was about to yell at him for scaring her when she saw what he was wearing. He grinned at her and joined her in the kitchen.
She jumped up to sit on the counter. "You rang, good sir?"
"Yeah… what are you doing tonight?"
"Well, I figured I'd come see what you wanted, then I'd beat you into feeding me, and then I'd head to Crash. There's a holiday thing tonight. I don't see the big deal."
Logan grinned and opened the refrigerator, digging for food. "Call it phony sentimentality. Well, I wanted to show you some info I got." He pulled a few packages from the fridge. Max looked at him.
"Okay, on your latest Eyes Only quest?"
"Yeah, file's open on my computer. You go look at it, I'll make dinner."
Max nodded and headed off to Logan's computer. A few minutes later Logan, carrying two plates joined her. Max looked up only after he spoke.
"Food is served."
Max wordlessly stood up and followed Logan to sit at the table. She took her plate and took a big bite, ingesting both the food and the information before speaking.
"Robbie again, huh?"
"The one and only Robert Michael Burns."
"Famous smuggler, murderer, robber, rapist, and slave dealer. Now out to add politician to the list?"
"He's not actually running for anything, just threatening to uncover all the government scandals out there."
"But that's good for you, right?"
"Not when he's blackmailing the government for a million dollars."
"ONE MIL?"
"Yeah. He's a regular Dr. Evil… But without a laser."
Max gave Logan a confused look. "What?"
Logan sighed and shrugged her off. "Pre-pulse movie."
Max just grinned at him, knowing that he sometimes must feel so old compared to her. She stood and stretched. "Het, Logan, what are you dong tonight?" Max blushed at the innuendo there, but didn't correct herself."
Logan grinned. The flames had been doused by his new discovery, but he felt them begin to burn again and started their banter. "Don't know. I wasn't planning anything, I think… I bet you do know, though, so why don't you tell me?"
Max stood up and walked behind him, her fingertips tracing over his back. "You're coming to the New Year party at Crash with me."
A/N: One more chapter… hint hint, what happens at midnight on new years? Hmmm? R/R please!
