Nothing much to say for I wrote Chapter 4+5 right after another.

Except for: PLEASE REVIEW!!! It can make my day! J

And many thanks to those who did already!

PS: Could someone please give me some advice on how to save and post my chapters, so the text won't be changed so much and it doesn't take ages?!

Thanks!

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Chapter 5

Max rode her bike through the dark wet streets, still thinking about what had earlier happened at Logan's. Riding back to Jam Pony after having finished her last delivery for this day, she still could not help but have this strange feeling about how Logan had behaved earlier that day. First of all he still had been sleeping, although it had been after noon when she got there. At first she had thought that he was not home, but then he had emerged from his bedroom, all dishevelled and messed up. …With that confused expression on his face. She did not quite know what to make of that.

He had said he had not slept much during the night. Must have been working on that case.

But why the heck then had he been so reluctant to talk about it? Well, he had told her what it was about eventually, and he had sounded pretty concerned at first. But then, he had shut her off just as easily as he had introduced her into that case. He had told her, he didn't need her help on this one. Case rested! That is so unlike him.

 Max jumped of her bike and pushed through the door, wiping away the moisture that had covered her face. She hated this kind of weather. She'd rather go for minus twenty than getting soaked slowly in this drizzle.

Inside she made her way to the back towards her locker.

She tried to ignore Normal's shrieky voice as he tried to find a messenger who would make a hot delivery, but obviously nobody was very pleased with he idea to head out in that kind of weather again. After all many of Max' colleges had already left….But, oh no, there was no chance of Normal talking her into making this delivery. Her working hours were over. She had actually spent overtime, trying to find the address for her last delivery, which had been  in a small dirty street in the darker areas of post-pulse Seattle.

All she wanted now, was go home, get changed and drop dead in her bed.

Max took of her wet jacket and changed to her leather jacket, which she had kept in her locker. When she took out her stuff from the pockets, she glanced down at her pager. Funny, it has been quiet all day. Logan must have been really busy….

But wait a second!The display said that someone had paged her. The numbers on the display were nearly invisible, flickering slightly. If Logan had tried to reach her, why the hell hadn't she heard it? She fumbled to open the battery latch, to see if the battery was empty and looked inside…Oh great! It's all wet!-no wonder it doesn't work! Cursing the rain and her broken pager and went over to the phone to call Logan. She just hoped it had not been urgent.

On her way she bumped into Original Cindy who had just finished her discussion with Normal. "Hey, Boo. Watch out!"  OC exclaimed. "Where are you going anyway? You're not letting that sonuvab…" she trailed of as Max walked right through her. Just muttering a nearly imperceptible "Sorry,…" she continued her way to the phone.

Original Cindy stood there dumbfounded "..talk you into delivering that package…" she finished her sentence to herself, shaking her head.

She watched Max pick up the receiver and punch in the number.From the expression on her friends face she figured who she had to be calling. Logan, obviously.

From the first day on, when Logan had walked into Crash, she could see that her girl really liked that guy. And he seemed to like her, too. If only the two of them would quit sneaking around each other and get something started. This was getting annoying. Why did straight people always have to make everything so difficult? They had…. well, so many dating opportunities and even when it came to a real good one they just did not seize it. Like Max and that guy Logan. They had been sneaking around each other from the first day on and hadn't gotten beyond that, yet. OC turned to her locker and started to pack her things to get home as soon as possible. She was planning on going out to Crash tonight, maybe find herself a date herself. She smiled to herself at the thought.

Max returned from the phone and started rummaging around in her locker. "Hey boo, what's up with you? You' re acting weird!"  Cindy asked.

"I'm sorry OC… have to hurry. What time is it actually? …Oh shit! I'm all soaked. I cannot go like that, can I?" She asked, nervously brushing her wet hair from her face.

Original Cindy raised her left eyebrow: "Max???" she asked in a quizzical tone. "Earth to Max?! What are you up to? You finally have a date with Mister Cale? Or why is it you're acting like a crazy teenage girl?!.." She eyed Max suspiciously, waiting for an answer.Max finally turned to her friend:

"My pager got soaked, so I didn't hear it earlier, when he paged me. I thought it might be something important, but he just invited me for dinner… "

"So it's a date, right?" OC pressed.

"No, It's not!… I don't actually know what it is. I mean, it's not the first time he'll feed me, right."

Cindy drew a smile: "No it certainly isn't, but it's the first time around you're really messed up about that…. Gotta be a reason for that!"

"Honestly, I don't think, this is going to be a romantic candle light dinner. … Except, Logan has a very strange sense of timing. … This morning, he acted so weird. Like…I don't know,"she ended.

Original Cindy was still staring at her, waiting what else there was to come.

She could hear the gears in Max' head clicking.

"Here," Max finally continued. "Can I ask you something?"

 "Shoot," OC nodded.

"Today I went over to Logan's to pick up something to eat, only to find him sleeping in the middle of the day. At first I thought he wasn't there, but then he came out of his bedroom, all sleepy and dishevelled…and…Anyway, he explained he'd been up all night. When I asked, he told me about his new case and he really seemed to be into it. But when I asked if he needed my help, he just told me he did not need my help on this one and ended the topic. He said, there was nothing to do right now and brushed it off like that.Suddenly he acted as if nothing was more important to him than making coffee!"

"Maybe it was then!" OC said, smiling at her friends outburst.

" He never drinks coffee!!" Max exclaimed.

"But that's not the point!" she continued. " He never rests a case, not him. Besides, this one seemed to be very important. But he just told me roughly what it was about and then changed the topic!"

"Relax Boo," OC tried to calm her friend. "Maybe he just did not want to talk about it anymore…"

"Why would he?" After all he had stayed up all night working on it, so it had to be important!

"I don't know girl, but sometimes people just don't want to talk about certain things. 'That ever occurred to you?" She said more seriously now. " Actually you should be an expert on that, Miss Mysterious."

Max frowned: "But why should he keep that kind of information from me. I mean it's business and we are business partners. So he should've told me, right?! I know he can be a pain in the ass when it comes to something personal, but…" she stopped dead in her tracks.

Now that was making sense!…"Or maybe this is…!" The only plausible explanation why Logan had not told her more, was  because he was somehow involved in this case, personally. If that was the case, she was going to find out tonight, that was for sure. Suddenly she felt an even stronger urge to get over to Logan's apartment. If he was keeping something from her she was going to find out tonight.

"Thanks Cindy, gotta blaze! See ya tomorrow" she said.

Before OC could answer Max had jumped onto her Ninja and sped off towards Foggle Towers, leaving a puzzled Cindy behind.