Kendall's P.O.V.

Ever since Logan came home at 3:30 this morning, I've been awake. I only got about 4 hours of sleep, but that was enough for me. And because I was completely head over heels for the guy, I decided to do something nice for him. As soon as he laid down next to me, after stripping down to just his boxers and apologizing for waking me up, I was awake. I let him snuggle against me, with his back to my front, and hug around my arm, falling asleep as soon as he did. I kissed onto his shoulder gently every so often, but eventually got reckless. I untangled us and did something he said he was dreading. I unpacked all of his clothes from his duffels, and suitcases, and re-organized my dresser. I condensed my bottom three drawers to fit all of my clothes and put all of his clothes in the top three. I then went into our huge walk in closet and pushed all my clothes to one side and hung every single piece of his clothes into it. I placed all his shoes at the bottom of our closet, and then put all his bags away, up on top of the closet shelf. When I finished, about an hour later, it was already 5 o'clock in the morning and Logan was sprawled out on top of the bed, limbs outstretched. He looked adorable. The blanket was about half way down his body, showing off his bare back, and the top of his black boxers. I wanted to crawl on top of him, and wake him up so we could have sex, but didn't. I know he worked hard last night and was exhausted. So, I simply put on a pair of basketball shorts and a plain black shirt and slipped on a pair of running shoes along with a black hoodie. I walked out of the bedroom, closing the door half way and walked out to the kitchen. I filled a huge glass with water and drank all of it, as I walked around the messy kitchen, and living room. Gabe and I decided to try science experiments and had no desire to clean up after ourselves. We also had an intense battle of pirates versus robots out in the living room and left all his toys and stuffed animals everywhere. Logan didn't say anything about the mess because he either didn't care or didn't notice it. Either way, I left the living room, and kitchen the way it was, made sure the house was locked up tight and left for my morning run on the boardwalk along the beach.

Every since being shot, I haven't been able to do a whole lot. At least my doctor didn't want me to. But I had gone a whole week without working out and was starting to feel it. By just playing with Gabe all night. The running around, the carrying him around, letting him crawl all over me. If I was going to be a positive image in his life, I should take care of myself a little better and start to get myself back in tip top shape. Not that I wasn't. I just wasn't as fast or as strong as I was a week ago. I could tell.

Like always I put in my wireless headphones, blared mind numbing heavy metal, and ran slow but steady down the two-mile-long boardwalk. It was like nothing changed. All the little shops along the walk had the first employees coming in, to start opening up and they all smiled at me as I ran by. I let my head go completely blank as I stared off into the distance and stared at the dark horizon. My phone and keys were in the front pocket of my hoodie and with every stomp into the ground below, they rattled together. I didn't care. I knew they wouldn't fall out. But as I was about to get to the end of the boardwalk the music cut from my ears and loud ringing came out instead. I quickly clicked the button on my right head phone and swallowed hard. "Hey man…glad your awake." I squeezed my eyes shut hard and started to slow down so I could turn around and run back to my house. "How would you feel about coming down to the office this morning? Like…now?"

"I'm about to finish up my run down the boardwalk."

"Oh, that's fine. I'll come pick you up which will give you plenty of time to get ready." I opened my eyes and went from running, to walking to stopping completely. "Did you and Logan have nay plans today?" I put my hands on my hips and walked to the wooden fence that wrapped around the whole boardwalk, looking out at waves crashing down hard on the beach.

"Still unpacking. One of the rooms upstairs is going to be his office. He wants to paint it and all that kind of shit but I'm sure he won't mind."

"Good. I know I was kind of vague yesterday about the new case but…" I chuckled turning and breathed in hard through my nose and exhaled softly through my mouth, running again. "When we get to the office, I'll fill you in on everything."

"Already let that power shift get to your head, haven't you boss man?" James laughed loudly just as I heard a car door shut on his end, followed by the start of an engine. "Give me about 30 minutes, and I'll be ready to go."

"No problem dick head." I snickered as I clicked on the button in my ear ending the call and putting the music back on.

By the time I got back to my house, it was about 20 minutes later, which seemed like too long for a two-mile run. For me anyway. I didn't let it get to me however, because I went right in my house and turned the alarm off before it started to scream. I tore my sweater off and threw it in the arm chair by the door, as I walked by and went right to the kitchen. I opened the fridge fast and grabbed a cold-water bottle, shutting the door hard. I then went right to our bedroom and walked in quietly. It was for not. The bed was empty, and the light was on, coming from the walk-in closet. I frowned uncapping my water and took a big swig as I walked into the doorframe. Standing completely nude, to my very happy eyes, was Logan. He had his back to me, as he looked up at all his newly hanging clothes. I leaned against the frame, and looked down at his round, firm bubble butt. It looked wet. And as he lowered his hands from his hips, I caught a whiff of his soap. He had taken a shower. "Good morning." I raised my water bottle as he turned to me and smirked as I drank, and he walked to me. When I lowered my bottle, I looked down at his flaccid dick, swallowing hard.

"When did you do all this?" He pointed over his shoulder and I let him take the water bottle from me taking a sip.

"This morning. When you fell asleep I was wide awake and decided to help you out. You have a lot of clothes." He lowered the bottle and smirked up at me as he walked out past me clearing his throat.

"And yet have none on." I turned slowly and felt my throat swell as I watched him crawl on the bed, ass up. He crawled slowly up to the top of the bed and turned slowly to sit on his butt. When he did, he grabbed his dick with one hand, while the other went behind him, and held himself up. "You want to level the playing field and take off some of yours?" I gulped hard and loud and took two steps out of the closet shaking my head.

"Baby…I would love to. You look really good right now." He smirked looking down and stroked himself slowly. "But." He looked up fast and I put up my hands. "James called me on my run…we have a new case and all…I have to go in." He stopped moving, smile left his face and he sat up straight.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I quickly walked to my side of the bed, put my water on the nightstand and got on the bed with him. He tried to get off, but I wrapped around him and quickly moved in front of him, straddling him, putting his face in my hands. "You just let me look like a jackass…"

"You did not. You looked sexy. And it gave me encouragement to go into work, get whatever I need to get done, quickly, so I can come back home to you, and fuck your brains out." He scoffed loudly and pulled his face out of my hands. "I promise…when I get home I'll let you do whatever you want to me." He looked back up at me, narrowing his eyes and huffed out.

"You're lucky you look good all sweaty and hot from your run. A run you didn't tell me you were going on." I leaned in quick and kissed him, getting an equally loving kiss back. When I pulled away and got off the bed, he followed quick walking to our dresser. "I would have loved to join you."

"And Gabe?" He snorted as he opened the top drawer grabbing a pair of boxers.

"Please…I checked on Gabe when I came home this morning. He was snoring louder than usual. What did you guys do last night?"

"I ran him through some navy seal exercises." Logan turned slowly smirking as he pulled on his boxers. I peeled my sweaty shirt off and walked into the bathroom throwing it into the hamper. "We built volcanos and turned sugar into caramel. And then his mighty robots from the future destroyed my weak drunk pirates. And then we read the first chapter of his favorite book."

"The Jungle Book?" I laughed as I turned on the faucet and cupped my hands filling them with water. I splashed my face and welcomed the cold liquid as it ran over my face. "You did something educational with him?" I felt a hand rub my lower back and opened my eyes looking up. I nodded as he stood next to me in a pair of my sweats, yawning. "Cute…" I smirked as I stood up straight and grabbed my tooth brush. "Since you made me dinner last night, which was amazing, you want me to make you some coffee, or something?" I put some toothpaste on my brush and shrugged but nodded.

"Sure. That would be great babe." He got on tip toes and kissed my cheek as I put the tooth brush in my mouth. I watched him turn and walk out, going to our dresser. As I started to brush my teeth I watched him dig through the first three drawers, pushing his clothes around. When he didn't find what he was looking for, he squatted down and started to dig through mine. When he stood back up, pulling on a long sleeved, black t-shirt I felt my heart grow. My poor heart was going through torture just being with this guy. But it was a good torture. One I welcomed with open loving arms.

I quickly finished getting myself ready, not bothering to shave or take a shower. I had a feeling I would get gross at work anyway. I changed into a pair of dark blue jeans, a plain black short sleeved shirt, and my black combat boots. I put my phone, wallet, cigarettes and keys in the pockets of my jeans and walked out of the bedroom, snapping my watch on my wrist. I could hear soft talking from the kitchen and when I got out to it, I frowned. For two reasons. James was sitting at the bar, drinking from a cup of coffee, with Carlos right next to him. The other reason was Logan was in front of them, on the other side, washing the pile of dishes in the sink. Now I felt bad for not cleaning up last night. I walked out to him fast nodding at both James and Carlos. I gently kissed the side of Logan's head and rubbed his back seeing the dishwasher open. "Sorry I didn't clean up last night." Logan shook his head bending to put a plate on the bottom of the dishwasher.

"No worries. It's not that bad." I nodded reaching forward for a black coffee travel mug. "So, Carlos is going to stay for a little bit and occupy Gabe while I do some unpacking and paint that room upstairs."

"Cool you going to be useful anywhere else?" Carlos flipped me off making me smirk as I took a sip of my coffee.

"Alright man…let's get going before Logan puts us to work." I nodded lowering my mug and let Logan turn to face me. He kissed my lips softly before turning back to the sink clearing his throat. "I'll bring dinner home tonight." I started to walk away form Logan watching James and Carlos hug around each other, as James kissed the side of Carlos's face. When they pulled away Carlos turned to me and raised an eyebrow.

"Be careful you two." I gave him a thumbs up and walked out beside James, to my front door as he pulled out his car keys. "Love you babe."

"Love you too Los." I pulled the front door open for James and followed out behind him quick. When my door shut softly behind us, I frowned seeing Carlos's car parked next to James's truck.

"You drove separately?"

"Yeah…he has that summer program thing today. He has to eb there at 11 or so." I nodded walking to the passenger side and climbed in fast putting my coffee in cup holder while he quickly started his truck. "Also, he is still not very happy. With you." I smirked sitting back pulling my seatbelt on. "Which means I'm in the dog house."

"That is not my fault." I turned to him as he gracefully maneuvered in my driveway and turned around to leave my house. "I'm doing you a favor remember? I'm going back to work, risking my life, to make sure you find a good partner to replace me. When that happens, I'm sorry dude but I'm retiring for good. If he can't understand that it's his fucking problem." James chuckled as he sat back and pulled his seatbelt on. "Honest talk right now." James turned to me and I leaned back. "Why as Carlos always, only ever given me shit about our job? Why was he only pissed off at me when someone broke into Logan's apartment? And why was I the only one who was blamed when Logan was taken?"

"Just because he didn't yell at me in front of you, doesn't mean he never did." I turned my head away and watched James pull onto the street. "And he said sorry for everything he said and did. You forgave him remember?"

"I know I forgave him for punching me. What he said, was never forgiven, because he didn't apologize for his mouth." James sighed hard and deep next to me as he pressed on the gas and climbed the ramp to get on the freeway. "Speaking of apologies…he never forgave you, for what you did 5 years ago, has he?" I turned back to him, eyebrows raised, and he kept quiet, clutching onto his steering wheel, with both hands. His knuckles turned white and I laughed. "I'll take that as a no. So, because he doesn't trust you, I get shit on, because I'm supposed to be your fucking babysitter."

"Fuck you." I shrugged sitting back and pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket quickly pulling one out, with my lighter. "He said he's forgiven me. And we've been good. But everything that went down between Logan and Chris…because I tried to help Chris out since I've known the guy since college he thinks I somehow have turned into this asshole, cheater, pro-beater of husbands and kids." I rolled my window down just a little and lit my cigarette inhaling quick. "He was pissed when he found out I paid for Chris to go to rehab. He told me when needed to pick a side between our friends, and he thinks I chose Chris's. It's why he was so adamant with you and Logan dating. But now that Chris is dead…and Logan is living with you…" I turned to my friend slowly and started to feel bad. "Carlos isn't dealing with shit properly. He's fucked up over Chris being dead, even though he won't admit it. It hit close to home with him. He's worried the next time someone dies, it's going to be me." He carefully swerved lanes and loosened the grip on the steering wheel. "Hearing you were retiring scared him. And not just because he thinks you're like my guardian angel or anything." He glanced over to me and reached out for my cigarette. I let him take it. "He's scared because if you were willing to quit your job for a man you barely knew, and I was still going to work mine…what does that say about me and how I feel about him?" I shook my head looking to the front as he inhaled sharp. "So…Carlos shitting on you and giving you a hard time isn't because he hates you and thinks you're a bad dude. He's just scared. And pissed. At me, and I'm a little bitch and refuse to deal with it." He quickly handed the cigarette over to me and I took it, inhaling quick again, closing my eyes. "I promise dude. As soon as we find someone to replace you, you can retire and go live that domesticated life with Logan and Gabe." I nodded flicking my cigarette end out the window knocking ash off.

We remained completely quiet in the rest of the drive to work. Like every time we got to work, he parked underground, and we placed our badges on our hips as soon as we got to the elevators that would take us three floors even further underground. Once we got in the elevator, he swiped his badge over the black sensor and the doors shut hard and we started moving. I didn't dare to glance over at him, fearing we would get in an argument, so I shoved my hands into my pockets and cleared my throat softly looking at the silver metal door of the elevator. "I guess I should tell you what were doing right now." I raised my eyebrows to James who was looking down at his phone, not at me. "We have 8 new recruits. They want us to run them through some tests and exercises. They are going to let us do what we want, to see if any of them will work out as your replacement." I opened my mouth to ask if he felt comfortable with a rookie as his new partner, but the doors dinged open, and he walked out fast. I followed taking my hands out of my pockets and nodded to several people sitting at desks or walking past us. He walked the long distance down the center of our main office, all the way down to the separate offices, of his and mine. Instead of going to them, however, he took a sharp left and slipped his pheon into the back pocket of his black jeans. When he started to slow down, walking down one of the many hallways in our huge building underground, I did to. He stopped in front of a two-way mirror and put his hands on his hips. I got next to him and perked up glancing around the medium sized room with three tables, two vending machines, and 8 people standing and sitting around. I crossed my arms over my chest ad glanced from face to face seeing every single person keeping to themselves. "Every person in here passed the entrance exam with flying colors. But it's a lot different training to be a field agent so…" James turned to me and smirked. "I saw we do what we do best and get them prepared to become a field agent." I nodded smiling back and he turned to the door and pushed it open fast. I followed in close and watched every single person stand up and turn to us, standing at attention. "Good morning everyone."

"Good morning sir." It was a quiet chorus around us that made me chuckle. James glanced back to me and nodded. I stepped forward putting my arms behind my back and held my hands together.

"Who wants to tell me why you're here?" I looked down the line of seven big tough looking guys, and one short, buff looking women. One of the guys, at the end, wearing black rimmed glasses quickly raised his hand, and everyone turned to him. "Go ahead." I nodded to him smiling small and he stepped forward.

"Sir, we have been recruited to become a field agent within the agency to replace a senior agent retiring, sir." I nodded slowly and took two steps to get to him.

"Where are you coming from?"

"I.T. sir." I nodded again and gently stepped out from him front of him.

"You can go back." His mouth parted open slowly and I nodded. "First rule of being a field agent…don't spill the beans to early. Have a good day." The guy looked crushed and defeated but I had no pity. He walked out of line quick and left the room fast. I saw James hide a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest, no doubt making himself look bigger than everyone else. "DO you have a list of who these people are?" He nodded fast and raised one finger turning, to leave the room. I looked back to the 7-remaining people, all staring straight ahead. "How many of you are from within the agency?" Every single one raised their hands and that made me feel rather good. "Any one with military training?" Four of the guys raised their hands, while the other three lowered there's. "Any law enforcement?" Every single one of them raised their hands and I nodded. James walked back into the room and we walked to each other. He opened a file and pulled out a white sheet handing it to me. I cleared my throat and turned, standing next to him. "Reyes?" I looked up and one of the guys raised a hand. "You had military training? Which branch?"

"Air force sir." I nodded looking back down and read the next last name.

"Jones?" I looked up fast and saw the women raise her hand and turn to look right at me. "Law enforcement?"

"Yes sir. I was in the LAPD S.W.A.T." I nodded as he lowered her hand and continued to look at me. I looked back down to my paper and read the last of the names in my head. Beside each name was a date of birth, last occupation within the agency and prior experiences. There was one name, Johnson, who was 25 years old, fresh out of Annapolis, working in the C.I.A. as a weapons expert.

"Johnson." I looked up and a huge, buff, bad motherfucker raised his hand and looked right at me. "25 is fairly young for a field agent." I saw him swallow hard and I stepped forward. "Has this been your only job?"

"No sir. I was MP in Indianapolis."

"It says you're a weapons expert." He nodded once, and I smirked. "Good to know. Everyone…were taking a field trip." I turned and watched James laugh to himself as he led me out and I heard every single person follow us out. James led the way since he knew exactly where we were going. He walked down three separate halls before stopping in front of a door and waving his badge in front of the black sensor. Before I walked in and let anyone else I turned to all of them, each one looking around like it was Christmas morning. "This is out artillery room. That means there is ammunition and weapons inside. I am going to assume all of you know how to handle fire arms, and will not tolerate any fuck ups, understood?"

"Yes sir." They were loud around me and I nodded letting the all walk in. When the last person did, I closed the door hard behind me and got beside James who was opening up a second locker, full of guns. I set the paper I had been holding still, on a desk in the corner and cleared my throat.

"Without grabbing bullets, grab the weapon of your choice." James walked to me quick pocketing keys and we watched all 7 of them hesitantly walk up to the lockers. I watched 5 of them grab small pistols and go back in lien while one grabbed an AR-15, and one grabbed a shotgun. When they were all back in a line holding their weapons, I pointed to the guy with the AR-15, and shotgun and then pointed to the door. "When you understand why we don't take huge AR-15'S and shotguns on missions, you can come back. For now, get out." They both deflated and quickly walked their weapons back to lockers and left the room fast. "Now…without actually loading your weapons, go grab the amount of ammunition you think you'll need." All five quickly walked forward and James and I leaned back on the desk watching.

"You're going to make these people piss their pants Kendall." I smirked at his whisper and we looked at each other chuckling. When I looked back everyone was walking back to their line, holding boxes or magazine clips. "What's your name…on the end." James stood up fast and I followed quick seeing a short but buff guy step forward holding three boxes of bullets.

"Smith sir."

"Is there a reason you felt the need to clean out my ammunition locker for one 9mm Smith?" I saw his white cheeks go bright red and James shook his head. "Put it back and go back to your work. Try again next time." The guy sighed out hard and walked back to the locker. When he was finished he walked out, head down and shut the door softly. I looked at the remaining four and smirked at the guy who I didn't know yet and stepped forward.

"You have two clips." He nodded looking at me and I stopped in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest. "What's your name? And why only two clips?"

"Robert's sir. And two clips because anything more would be too much to carry for a mission I assume my partner will be on with me. And anything less would be suicide. Sir." I smiled and glanced down the other three seeing them with worried looks on their faces.

"Good answer Roberts." I turned back to James and sighed out clapping my hands together. "I say we run them through the course. See how they are in action." James nodded fast and walked around me.

"Put your weapons back, and head back to the room we had you all wait in. You will all be called individually, to run through some exercises."

"Yes sir." I turned and sat on the edge of the desk again putting my hands in the pockets of my jeans. I watched all four put their guns and bullets back and quickly walk out of the room. When the last one left, I stood up, but James turned to me raising a hand.

"When were finished with them we need to be briefed on a terrorist cell that just popped up. We may have a location and need to dismantle it." I nodded, as my stomach turned and twisted as he grabbed his folder and my piece of paper with their names tucking it under his arm. "Remember, if none of them feel right, we don't have to pull the trigger yet." I gently gripped the back of his neck, leading him out and sighed out.

"I know dude. We'll find the right person. I promise." As I said it and we walked back down the hallway, I realized I didn't even believe myself. Just because they had the right answers, and could hopefully shoot on target, didn't mean they would be a good partner for James. I feared as he started to tell me stuff about the last four agents, no one would be good enough. Because James was like a brother to me. And I didn't want anything to happen to him. Ever. Maybe the solution to our problem, was a simple one. I just wouldn't retire.