A/N: Quite possibly the shortest chapter I've posted. By the way, I know the chapter names are lame, and someone's probably already done the whole naming-chapters-after-movies thing, but I've always been terrible at thinking up titles and chapter titles, so... yeah, whatever. Then, of course, if we're talking movies, I have to pimp the movie I love with my entire soul because I'm just sappy like that (plus it kind of fit, and I was too lazy to look up something else), and, thus, the title of this chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter Six: Love Actually

"I talked to Matt Sung today," Logan murmured as he ran a gentle hand through Max's hair.

"I thought you were laying low," she accused lazily, nestling herself closer to the incredibly comfortable pillow that was Logan's chest.

"I am," he said quietly, reassuringly. "I just called to see how the manhunt was going."

"And?" she yawned. God, she felt so tired. She could have fallen asleep right there on the couch, with Logan's hand running through her hair, and the unobtrusive humming of the nightly news in the background. With his arms around her, she always felt so calm.

"They're fielding too many calls to accurately count. They made the reward too high. Practically every person on the West Coast is going to be calling."

"Any chance one of them has a decent lead?" she asked, a feeling of nervousness rolling around in the pit of her stomach and interrupting her precious calm. It wasn't right – bribing people to turn on the few good guys who were left.

"It's always possible, but I've been careful, Max. You know that."

"I know," she whispered, quite unconvincingly if she heard herself correctly. After a moment she spoke again, "Those posters are everywhere. There was a whole wall full of them at work, and Sketchy…"

"Is he getting closer?" Logan asked, suddenly sounding as if he was giving the matter the concern it actually deserved. It wouldn't hurt for him to consider everyone a threat. After all, that's how Max had survived so long.

"I don't know. I don't know if he looks like he's acting strange because I'm nervous or if he is acting strange for the same reason that I'm nervous. You should have seen the way he handled those fliers, though, like they were God's gift to stationary or something."

"Hmm…," Logan mumbled. "So, despite my forced voluntary sabbatical, would you mind if I took a peek into our friend Calvin's background tomorrow?"

"I think that's a good idea," Max admitted.

"Then I'm on it," Logan agreed.

"Tomorrow, though, right?" she asked, not really ready to give up the comfortable position they were in. She felt Logan's laugh more than she heard it, and she knew he was thinking something similar. He shifted slightly, adjusting to a more comfortable position, ready to stay as long as Max wanted.

"Tomorrow."

TBC...