Disclaimer: I don't own the series Gilmore Girls or the original characters. All I own is my imagination and the plot.

A/N: Well, this is my very first try at a Rory/Logan story. I apologize if anyone seems out of character or if I got things wrong.Please be so kind as to read the A/N at the bottom and thanks to Alexia for beta-ing.:-)

Caught

I'm breaking all my rules because of you...

The Yale newsroom wasn't known for its peace and quiet, although today there was no one around except for Rory Gilmore who sat solemnly at her desk, the rattling of the keys as her fingers flew across them the only sound she made. From outside, excited voices could be heard, voices that were brought on by the coldness that had the Yale students rubbing their hands together at a rapid pace and walking faster, leaving behind a trail of footsteps in the thick layer of snow that already covered the campus. They seemed in a hurry to go inside when she wanted nothing more then to go outside and walk through the freshly fallen snow; it made her feel like a little girl: giddy. Yet, she didn't move; instead, she just threw a wistful look out the window before looking back at the screen in front of her. She didn't sigh; she was halfway done. With a smile, she started to type, lightly touching the keys, hardly thinking about what she was typing.

When she was nearing one of her last paragraphs, the door of the newsroom opened. A pair of cautious footsteps followed and from the corner of her eyes, Rory saw someone walk by her desk. Lacking the time and will to advance into another fight with her curiosity, she glanced up. A frown took over her happy face as she watched Logan head for the desk directly across from her. He said nothing as he sat down. He didn't even so much as look at her. Taken slightly off guard, she returned to her article, missing the smile that crossed Logan's face. He looked at her, taking a quick detour before starting to type himself.

Minutes past in silence while Rory continued her typing, the frequent clicking of Logan's mouse trailing closely behind as he played some sort of card game, his short article abandoned after the very first minute. He often had trouble concentrating, though he did always try. His mind just never seemed to be at rest; he always had at least a few thoughts occupying his mind. Ironically enough, he got bored easily and when the door of the newsroom opened up once again, he was the first to notice and look up; he had a knack for it. He watched as a guy he vaguely remembered as Marty enter the room, looking out of place as soon as he set foot in the room. Logan also had a knack for judging people strictly on their exterior. It was also a flaw.

Rory's eyes left the screen as she caught Logan staring off into what she figured had to be space, nonetheless curious to what he might be looking at. She ran into Marty's face. ''Marty.'' Her smile turned into a meant grin. ''What are you doing here?''

Marty held up a brown paper bag. ''I brought hot chocolate...''

Rory's bottom lip involuntarily drooped. Marty kept quiet until he had closed the door behind him. ''I brought hot chocolate for me and coffee for you.'' He shook his head as her former smile returned to her face. ''You never give me enough time to finish my sentences.'' He crossed the short distance over to her desk and placed the bag down upon it. He turned around, in search of a chair, smiling when he heard the rustling of paper behind him.

''You know you're not supposed to be here, right?'' Rory commented, carefully lifting her coffee out of the bag.

''I know.''

''Just checking.'' She hungrily took a gulp of her coffee.

Marty grabbed a chair and rolled it over to her, laughing at her actions.

Rory bit her lip as soon as the coffee had passed her lips, the liquid still burning in her throat. Marty reached for his hot chocolate before letting himself fall into the chair. ''I didn't come at a bad time, did I?''

She shook her head. ''Of course not.''

''Good,'' he began, downing the first half of his hot chocolate before continuing, ''I don't want to bother you or anything.''

''You can never bother me, Marty.'' Rory set her coffee on the edge of her desk and glanced over her shoulder at him. ''You know that, right?''

''If you say so,'' he said, tentatively pushing her cup away from the edge after she had already turned her head away. He unconsciously ran his fingers across the rim of his cup while looking over at Rory. As she started to type, he moved his eyes over to the screen, quickly reading a few lines before looking away, smiling.

''I'm practically done,'' she murmured absent-mindedly.

''Take all the time you want,'' Marty said, placing his cup on her desk. ''I'll wait...''

''Thanks...five more minutes, I swear,'' she said, her eyes still glued to the screen in front of her.

Marty didn't respond; he didn't mind. He liked it better when she wasn't looking at him; it made him nervous. He sat in silence for a couple of seconds as he took a quick survey of the newsroom. ''Which one is Paris's desk?''

''I'm not telling you,'' Rory said with a smile.

''Why not? I'm just interested...''

''I'm not telling you because if I do, you'll just go through all of her files and mess them up simply to get to her,'' Rory explained.

''Well, yeah, but I won't just go through all of her files simply for the fun of it and for the sake of messing them up. I will go through them with the intention of finding out some sort of secret about her. Who knows, maybe she keeps a diary that no one knows about or maybe she has old grandpa porn stashed on her computer somewhere.''

Rory made a face, but said nothing as she kept on typing.

''Can I at least play a game on her computer?'' Marty asked.

''No.''

''Why not?''

''Because you're only using that as a way to get on her computer and mess up her files,'' Rory pointed out.

''You see right through me,'' he mumbled. ''But can you blame me?''

''Nope.''

''Then help me.''

Rory grinned. ''Nope.''

Marty sighed and leaned back in his chair, his fingers now tapping against it.

''Marty,'' Rory said, while hitting the save key on her computer and turning in her chair to face him. ''Do you want to go outside?''

Marty shrugged. ''Only if you're sure you don't want to continue. I can wait...''

Rory shot him a look.

Marty nodded while getting up out of his chair. ''Yeah, let's go outside.''

Rory got up, grabbed her jacket, and started to put it on with one hand while holding her coffee to her lips with the other. Marty pocketed his hands and patiently waited, scanning the newsroom once more and coming across Logan for the second time.

''I almost forgot he was here,'' Marty remarked while nodding in the direction of Logan, keeping his voice down. ''He's even more scary when he's quiet. What do you think he's doing?''

''With my luck he's probably thinking of another prank to pull on me.''

''Right.'' His eyes trailed off to Logan one last time. ''Or he could just be meditating.''

''Yeah, I'm sure he needs his rest before going at me again.'' She smiled and tugged out one of Marty's hands. ''Come on.''

Marty didn't smile as Rory clasped his hand in hers and led him out of the newsroom, both purposely ignoring Logan Huntzberger, though both did so for different reasons.

-x-x-x-

Once outside, Rory let go of Marty's hand, feeling brave enough to scatter off on her own; there was no one outside. She pulled her coat tighter around her; she didn't like the cold, though she did like the snow that sometimes came with it. She twirled around to look at Marty, happy that she wasn't alone in this white winter wonderland. ''Isn't this one of the most amazing things you have ever seen?''

''Yeah...a guy eating fire couldn't top this.''

Rory's smile withered at his remark. ''You don't like it?''

Marty shrugged. ''I'm one of those people who worships the sun, but this is okay. I mean, you like it, right?''

Rory nodded, her smile restoring.

''Well, then that's all that counts,'' Marty said while returning her smile with one of his own.

She looked around the snow covered campus, unaware that Marty was following her example, wanting to see what she saw. When she looked back over at him, their eyes met. ''Marty?''

A crooked smile revealed itself to her. ''Yes, Rory?''

''Would you dance with me?''

''What?'' His eyes twinkled in surprise.

She shivered. It was the cold. ''Would you dance with me,'' she repeated.

''Sure.''

He approached her, meeting her halfway and respectfully placed his hand at the bottom of her back while taking one of her hands with the other. Their fingers entwined quickly, seeking out the warmth they knew the other would carry.

''You know this will probably seem ridiculous to all other people, right?'' he asked.

Rory nodded.

''And you know that there is no music and that it's snowing?''

Again Rory nodded.

''Just checking, though your sanity seems just like it was yesterday and the day before.''

''Just pretend,'' was Rory's simple comment.

''Right...so any kind of imaginary music that you want to hear in particular?''

Rory smiled and said nothing as she snuggled into Marty a bit more. They started to move, gently swaying to the music they had caught up in their heads, each to a different tune. The cold allowed Marty to pull her even closer, though Rory hardly noticed as she tried to take in everything at once.

As the snowflakes started to swirl and swivel to the ground at a quicker pace, Rory looked up at the sky, looking down when her hair already shimmered with the many flakes that had entangled themselves in it. She smiled at Marty before throwing her arms across his neck, letting him twirl her around in circles. As the campus spun and spun around her, her eyes involuntarily found the window to the newsroom, the same window she had been looking through only minutes ago. She saw Logan sitting at his desk and wondered if he was lonely?

''Are you ready for another spin?'' Marty asked, his voice softer and closer than it was before.

She nodded, her eyes leaving the window as Marty let go of her and spun her around. For a few seconds, she seemed caught in a snowstorm.

When she came to a halt she was smiling.

She turned around, expecting to come face to face with Marty, but found no one. ''Marty?'' she asked while twirling around once more in search of him.

''Marty!'' she yelled, spotting him heading back into the building. He didn't stop. He didn't even look back at her with those warm brown eyes of his as he walked away from her.

With a sigh, she let him go, her eyes traveling back over to the window of the newsroom. She stumbled backwards when she found Logan looking directly at her, unashamed at the fact that he was staring.

His eyes were an electrifying shade of brown.

She wanted to go after Marty, but found herself frozen.

She was caught.

REVIEW! Please? :-) So, I hope I got everything right and didn't mess up the characters too much. I'm thinking of making this into a story, but I'm not sure because of the reasons above. It is another pairing I could write about so I'm still juggling with the idea, but I don't know if I could do it justice so comments would be helpful.Anyway, thanks for reading and I don't know if there will be an update yet. :-)