It was after nine when another set of headlights fell upon Max's face. She shook her head and realized that she would have to teach these people the meaning of the word 'covert.' She hopped off her bike and strolled over to Logan, prepared to protect him if she had to, but she sincerely doubted she would. With her enhanced vision she checked the passengers in the car: only one, a woman who was assumably Lauren Braganza.

"That her?" She asked, cocking her head to look up at Logan.

"Yeah." He replied, not looking down at her. He watched the car intently, hoping that Lauren was all right and hadn't been delayed by something harmful.

"I'll go get her." Max announced and began walking toward the car. She walked over slowly, staring at the ground as she went. As she reached the car door she wondered what exactly she was doing there. Is it really to prove something? Or someo - something else?

Lauren unlocked the door for her and Max got into the car, slamming the door closed after her. She watched Logan and Peter pile back into the ugly car and pull away from the dock. She turned to Lauren and instructed, "All right, just follow him."

"I'm sorry, but when Logan said I'd have someone to protect me, I -"

"Trust me, I can take care of you more than adequately." Max said, and she even managed a small smile. It's going to be a long night.

* * * *

Max walked into Logan's apartment, Lauren following close behind. She quickly scanned the apartment as they walked in and was quite satisfied that there wasn't anyone there who shouldn't have been. She led Lauren into the computer room, where they found Logan already pouring over a file.

"Mission complete." Max announced and crossed her arms.

Logan finished typing something, then swiveled in his chair to face them. "Not quite, actually."

"What do you mean?" She scowled.

"Well, Lauren still needs to testify. The trial's tomorrow and we'll need everything to be -"

"Fine, but I want more stuff." She interrupted. "I told you about how I work."

He smirked at her and grabbed a file from the desk then held it out to her. "You don't work for free and you don't play games."

"Right." She said flatly and accepted the file.

"I'll go make up the guest room." He smiled at them both then left the room.

Lauren stared at Max, watching her curiously. When Max noticed and looked up at her, she smiled nervously, then decided to ask what she'd been wondering for a few minutes now.

"Are you two -"

"No."

* * *

Logan fluffed a pillow and tossed it onto the couch, then laid down, happy to be able to get the rest. He was faintly aware of someone else in the room, so he opened his eyes and turned his head.

"You're in my spot."

Logan sat up and looked at her. "Oh, no, you can have my room. Lauren's in the guest room and I figured after all the trouble I've put you through that you could -"

"I don't sleep." Max told him. "A bed would be wasted on me."

"But -"

"Go in your room before I kick your ass."

"Okay." He said and stood up. "I guess I can't argue with that logic."

"I guess not." Max said quietly as she watched him go. She sighed, then laid down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling.