Disclaimer: The show belongs to these really evil people who totally destroyed my happiness when they gave Max a designer virus targeted to kill Logan.

AN: I thought I would give you an extra chapter because you were so nice to me and reviewed. I actually have written up to Chapter 13 (which is my favorite by the way because you find out what happened to Max), but I won't post them until after I have written 14 and 15. Happy reading. Please feel free to make suggestions on why you think Logan is being threatened.

Chapter Ten

Max had suitably cooled off by the time she returned to the upstairs living area with Ben in tow.

Letting out a low whistle, Ben absorbed the amount of boxes and suitcases on the floor. "Krit and Syl aren't due back today, are they?"

"No," Zack answered, entering the room. "The boxes are what is left of Logan's apartment office. I should have sent them to the boys at ops, but I would rather go over them in private."

Ben was already rummaging in a box. Pulling out a laptop, he looked over at where Max still stood. "My virus?" At her nod he grinned, "I'm so good."

"What's with the suitcases?" Max asked turning to look at Zack.

"I didn't know where to put his clothes," Zack said calmly. "Your stuff is in your room. But obviously, Logan can't go back to his apartment. I was waiting for you to decide what do with his baggage."

"Put the suitcases in my suite," Max replied as she headed to the kitchen, her stomach loudly complaining because she had missed her breakfast.

"What about Logan?" Zack asked, following her.

Searching the cabinets for something edible, she pulled out a box of granola bars. "Put him in my suite, too."

Zack nodded, he had known the answer to the question when he asked her. "He left you a plate in the microwave." Turning on his heel, he started to leave the room.

"He really isn't like them, is he Zack?" Max asked quietly as she turned to start the microwave.

Zack paused in the doorway, not turning around to look at her. "No, he isn't," he said softly, "but how do you convince yourself of that?" He waited a moment for Max to respond, but when she didn't he left the room.

Max sat down with the heated food, and pushed the eggs around on the plate. While she had been ravenous minutes ago, her appetite had dwindled. Zack trusts Logan, so why can't I?

Logan stood quietly in the entryway of the kitchen, watching Max. She seemed so lost, so vulnerable. "You're meant to eat the eggs, not play with them." Venturing further into the kitchen, he pulled out the chair opposite her own and sat down. "You do realize that you're insulting my culinary skills."

Max tried to hide the grin that was stealing across her face. "Aww, is my Buttercup's ego suffering?"

Logan's retort was frozen on his lips, as Ben's voice filled the kitchen.

Rolling her eyes, Max dropped the fork onto the plate and pushed away from the table. "Maybe you could show me the extent of your culinary skills later?"

"That's a promise," Logan grinned as he opened the door for her.

"I'll hold you to that," she smiled at Logan before turning to address her brother. "You bellowed."

Ben looked up from the coffee table laden with the innards of the digital video camera. "Temporary storage unit?"

"I tore it apart."

"With your hands, or did you crush it with a boot?" Ben asked, praying that it had been with her boot.

Max thought it best to keep quite about the fact that she had only been wearing her panties and one of Logan's t-shirts when she had dismantled the office. "My hands."

"Problem?" Zack asked, glancing up from what remained of the laptop.

"Maybe," Ben replied, biting his lip.

"Let me guess, the storage unit isn't in any of the boxes your boys brought over?"

"Sorry Logan," Ben said looking worried.

"But I broke it," Max argued. "What good could it possibly be?"

Ignoring Max's question, Logan addressed Zack. "Is it possible that your employees missed something in their cleanup?"

"No, they're trained to pack anything and everything, right down to what's in the trashcans."

"I repeat, what good is a broken storage device?"

"If a person has the right technology, technically he or she could extract a latent image despite the damage," Logan answered Max, looking upset.

"Which," Ben interjected, "shouldn't really be a problem. Unless," Ben grinned wickedly, despite the severity of the situation, "Logan, are you a naughty boy?"

"Logan, doing something that's not on the straight and narrow, please." Zack started to laugh at Ben's question, until he saw Logan's grim expression.

"Depends on what you mean by naughty," Logan said. "If you mean, illegal…well, does taking over every single broadcasting signal for roughly sixty seconds whenever I choose count as illegal?"

"What are you talking about?" Zack asked, confused by his friend's ambiguous answer.

Max's mind, meanwhile, had been turning a mile a second. The eyes, the sparkling blue depths that had her mesmerized from the first day. The same eyes that had peered into her soul as she lay, panting under the weight of his body. That was how she knew them. "You're Eyes Only."

"Give the lady a prize," Logan joked humorlessly.

"Oh, well this is just great," Zack paced angrily. "Not only are you being threatened for God's know what by the Russians, but now they most likely know you're Eyes Only." Whirling suddenly, he came to stand toe-to-toe with Logan, "I fail to see how this becomes a laughing matter."

Max, for her part, was stunned. She had been trying to determine why Logan was so familiar to her for the past few days, and now she knew. "My, my, Mr. Cale," Max tutted, her voice laced with hurt, "aren't you the man with a thousand faces? First, you're just some hack reporter with a sizeable trust fund, and then you're the owner of Anson Securities. Let me guess," she said in a deadly low voice, "since you told me you were the head of Anson Securities after you failed to screw me, but certainly not for a lack of trying on your part, were you planning on telling me that you were Eyes Only in the middle of fucking me or afterwards?"

Logan blanched at the intense hurt radiating from Max's words, but didn't have time to form a response as Zack's fist connected with his face.

"I need some time," Max told Ben, as Zack was occupied with decorating Logan's body with bruises. "Keep him busy, but make sure Zack doesn't kill him." Smiling when Logan deflected a punch, "And then, make sure that Zack understands I am old enough to decide who I share a bed with, okay?"

"No problem," Ben said with a laugh, as Logan somehow landed Zack on the floor. "Did you teach him how to do that?"

Max nodded and then grabbed a jacket from the hook by the elevator.