A/N: This is what I get for thinking about Logan and the episode where his first partner dies. I should be working on a research paper, I know, but this is so much more fun. And L&O isn't mine.
He stares his desk for a long while after he comes back to work. Everything is still the same. There are the same pictures, the same coffee mug with all those damn pens…nothing's changed. Nothing, except for the person sitting across from him. There is a new figure sitting where Max used to be. He doesn't like it, but there's nothing he can do about it.
The phone is the last thing that catches his eye, and he scowls as he looks at it. If he hadn't picked it up to call his partner on his last night alive, he wouldn't have found out the way he did. He wouldn't have had to hear his partner's wife screaming, even though she'd dropped the receiver. He wouldn't have had to hear the gunshots. But he did. And now as he stares at the telephone, just sitting there, seemingly innocent, it's all he can do to keep from throwing the damned thing across the room.