"Robert," Rory had finally found a working number for one of Logan's friends," I'm trying to get in touch with Logan… Where are you? What's that noise?"

"I'm in Ibiza… on a yacht. What did you say? WOULD EVERYONE QUITE THE FUCK DOWN?!" Robert yelled and silence pervaded the background," Now what was it you were saying?"

"I said I'm looking to get in touch with Logan. He's not answering my texts. I don't want to interrupt his honeymoon or whatever he's doing, but I need to speak with him sooner rather than later."

"You haven't talked to Logan? Seriously?" Robert let out a loud belly laugh," Tell you what. Let me see if I can get ahold of him. I'll get back to you in a couple of days. Is that okay?"

"Yeah sure. I'm staying at the apartment above Luke's in Stars Hollow. If he can't reach me on my phone he can reach me there. He has the number."

As they disconnected, Rory heard Robert yell for Finn. Those two remained inseparable even after their pledge to grow up. It was Logan who followed through. Odette had been his concession to his father's demands. She was everything the Huntzberger's valued most. She was wealthy, beautiful, powerful, and above all she worshipped Mitchum.

2 days later…

Lorelai had done a good job redecorating Luke's place so that it could be Rory's place, but there were definitely things that needed changing. The 3 bedroom apartment would need to become a home for Rory and a baby if she didn't find something more permanent soon. The Gazette wasn't paying much, and wouldn't until the a new owner was found. It had a decent subscribership, but print is dying and those that still believe in it are few and far between.

Rory had considered buying the paper herself and bringing it into the 21st century, but the asking cost would no doubt be out of her price range. Rory tried to live within her own means, and leave her generous trust funds alone. Though the temptation of the Stars Hollow Gazette was almost too much to bear.

The last of Rory's boxes had arrived at Luke's place that morning. Hoping to find her lost underwear, she tore into the boxes as soon as the delivery boys left. 12 boxes later and no sign of her missing panties, Rory finally broke for a quick lunch and a nap.

"Hello love," whispered the voice of a British male.

"Hmmm…" Rory had slept through the day and it was now 1 in the morning,"AHHHHHH!" She had realized there was someone in her bed.

Robert put his hand over her screaming mouth," Relax, babe, it's just me and Finn. Here with you. Together again! Huzzah!"

"Yeah love, if you're going to be screaming in bed with me I would prefer nipple clamps to be involved… my nipples not yours."

Rory sat upright in bed, keenly aware that she was only wearing an oversized t shirt," What are you guys doing here, and how did you get in?"

"They've yet to make a lock that cannot be picked or kicked by yours truly." Finn jumped up from the bed and fell into a deep bow.

"Picked or kicked, which one happened?"

"Your door was unlocked." Robert beamed.

"You still haven't said what you are doing here. Weren't you in Ibiza when I called?" Rory asked again.

"Ibiza was soooo 2 days ago. Where are you cocktail supplies?" Finn moaned.

"Not really in a cocktail place right now." Rory advised," Robert I didn't call you guys here. I called to get ahold of Logan. Is he not talking to you either?"

"To be honest, Gilmore, we thought he was with you." Robert chuckled.

"Why would he be with me? He should be with Odette."

"You don't read the tabloids do you, my love?" Finn kissed up Rory's arm.

"Quit," she chastised; pulling her arm away from his grip," What's going on?"

"Maybe you should tell us." Robert argued," When we all left Logan on his wedding day he was fine. Said he got a text from you and would be ready after he called you back. He never showed up at the altar."

"I didn't text him. I haven't had any contact with him since the tango club."

"Really?" Finn smiled," Robert, chum, won't you go downstairs to that one beautiful place in this town where one can get reception and let Logan's sister know that we're hot on his trail."

"I…" Finn cut her off

"Love we both know you saw Heir Huntzberger the night before his wedding, and from the looks of this," he held up a copy of what to expect," you took home a souvenir." He tried to rub her belly.

Rory grabbed the book from his hands," Stop! It's not funny!"

"Not a Huntzberger baby? Maybe that bloke you used to run around with. What was his name? Bean?"

"Dean is married. I don't want to talk about this. Finn, I just need to find Logan."

"Sweetheart," he kissed her cheek," I'm not judging. I just don't know what state we're going to find him in. A hurt Logan is like an injured animal… tends to bite. I won't let him so much as nip you." Finn kissed the tip of her nose.

Rory swatted at her nose with both hands. Finn had always been loving toward her, but it was in the last few years that their friendship really developed. Finn had not been a fan of Logan giving into Mitchum's demands to settle down with Odette. They came at the expense of Rory and Logan's relationship. She walked away head held high, but only Finn knew she spent the following 2 weeks in bed watching Duck Soup on repeat and eating takeout. He knew because he was there the whole 2 weeks. They had been close ever since.

"Let's go." Rory grabbed her bag and keys and they were out the door.

2 days later…

"Was the convertible necessary?" she asked.

"Says the woman with her toes catching the warm Mexican breeze." Finn joked.

Finn had failed to tell Rory that, though he knew where Logan was that it would require her passport. They had taken Finn's father's jet to the Caymans and were now driving the coast in a convertible from the 60's. She had no idea that Logan had a house down here, but it didn't surprise her either.

When they finally pulled up at what Finn affectionately called Logan's 'bungalow' she was in awe. The 3 story beach house completed the picturesque scene before her eyes. It was almost too beautiful. The house was old, but well cared for, and the thick vines that climbed it's walls only added to the plantation style home's beauty.

"Stay here, love. I'll go check to see what state he's in." Finn warned.

"That's a no go. I've seen him at his worst. I need to see what's going on with him."

Finn grabbed their bags, and followed Rory to the front door. They were met by a house keeper that looked exhausted. That should have been their warning. She showed them to a large room on the second floor.

"Mista Huntzberger," the heavily accented woman said," You have guests."

The room smelled of stale cigars and liquor. There were clothes, trash, and various pieces of debris scattered everywhere. At the center of the hurricane of mess was a large bed filled with Logan and various women.

"Ughh, Bimini!" Logan bellowed from his pillowed fort as he chucked an empty liquor bottle from below his pillow," Whoever it is tell them to go away!"

"No can do mate, get up." Finn kicked at the bed.

"Finn! My man! What are you doing …" just then Logan locked eyes across the room with Rory who had stayed pressed against the door jam," Ace, why are you here?"

"I could ask those two in bed with you the same thing. Shouldn't you be married and living in Paris by now?" she was disgusted and could barely look towards the bed.

"Ah… this is Camilla, and this one is … hell I don't know. It's not like you were here Ace."

"Just get the fuck out of bed, and send the whores on their way. We'll be on the balcony." Finn snapped.

Bimini brought drinks and snacks to them on the balcony while they waited in the tropical breeze. She was kind, and looked like she hadn't seen kindness in weeks. Rory felt desperately sorry for her.

"Bimini," rory asked," how long has he been like this?"

"Women in and out every night. Some are tourists, most I know come from the red light district. He drink all day and all night. Hardly eat a thing. He's been like this for a month or more." She sighed.

"Thank you for being so candid." Rory said.

"I figure you are here. He's had no visits, no calls, and no restraint. I think you are the breath of fresh air he needs."

Bimini left them on the balcony as Logan made his grand appearance. He looked like he had been on a week long bender; mussed hair, open robe and boxers were all he could manage before making his way to the deck.

"So what brings the two of you to the Caymans?" Logan shouted emphatically.

"Sit down mate. We came to talk."

"We? Does that mean that Rory has decided to finally requite your puppy love?" Logan mocked.

"Shut. Up." Finn stood to his feet ready to fight.

Logan rose to his feet as well. The two were locked in a death stare for seconds that seemed like hours when Rory finally got between the two. Finn immediately backed away, but Logan pushed against Rory making her fall back several steps in his pursuit of Finn.

"Frack off mate! Sit down!" Finn yelled.

"Fuck yourself!" Logan yelled back, knocking Rory from her feet.

"Damn it, man!" Finn dropped to Rory's side.

"Oh fuck off. Rory shouldn't have gotten between us. What's the big deal she's not made of glass?!" Logan downed his drink in one gulp before plopping into the closest chair.

"I'm fine." Rory said just above a whisper.

"Are you sure," Finn asked.

"She's not a doll! Why are you being such a pussy?" Logan drunkenly ranted.

"She's pregnant you wanker!" Finn prayed for his words to magically return to his mouth, but it was too late.

Logan was suddenly sober as a judge. Finn helped Rory to her feet and then to a chair. She shooed him off, and wanted more than anything to have just text Logan one more time than coming on this horrible trip.

"Finn,"

"Yeah," a guilty Finn whispered.

"Go."

Finn left the deck with his tail tucked between his legs. Rory and Logan stared at eachother across the table in silence. Suddenly the silence was interrupted.

"Logan," one of the girls from his bed interrupted," can you call us a car or something? And we need to settle up." She trailed off at the end.

"Seriously?!" Rory scoffed," You didn't even pay your whores before coming out here?"

Without looking the young girl's direction Logan answered," The money is with the maid. Get your own damned ride."

The prostitute left without another word and they found themselves back in weighted silence. Logan poured himself another drink, but just sat back swirling it and staring at Rory.

"I'm not married." Logan mumbled.

"I got that. I'm pregnant. It might be yours."

"Might… now who's the whore?" Logan took a long slow sip of his drink.

Rory took his words like a knife to the chest," Why aren't you married?" she managed to choke out.

"I spent the night before my wedding with the only woman I have every truly loved, but didn't want me enough to fight for me. I remember getting up the next day and thinking 'Wow. I'll never be happy again.' Not like I was that night."

"I fought for you. You were the one who couldn't see his way past a trust fund long enough to live his own life. You left me. Not the other way around. You called me that night. I didn't just show up."

"I called you to save me, and you left before the sun came up. You didn't even say goodbye."

"I left a note. It was the best I could do. You were marrying someone else." Rory fought back against his allegations.

"A note!" he laughed haughtily," I left my soul with you and you left a note. You didn't even answer my messages."

"I was heartbroken. I didn't want to talk." She said barely above a mumble.

"I know. I followed you."

"You what?" she asked.

"I decided just before you left that I couldn't do it. I couldn't marry Odette. So I followed you when you left. I followed you until we were just about an hour outside of Philly. That's when I realized where you were going. How was Jess? Baby daddy contender number two?" Logan accused.

"That's not fair."

"Neither is sharing the woman you love with her high school fling." Logan broke his glass in his hand and didn't flinch.

"I don't think I can do this," Rory said getting up from her chair," I just thought you should know. You have my number. Send me your new number and I'll let you know how this turns out."

She pushed past him quickly and made her way down the stairs taking two steps at at time. Logan chased after her.

"Ace," he yelled after her," I'm sorry."

Rory shut the car door just as Logan made it to the porch of his home. They stared at each other; Rory challenging him and Logan's eyes pleading with her to stay.

"Ace," he tried again," Please, Rory, stop and talk to me."

"Your call," Finn asked her.

"Drive." She whispered.

The convertible roared to life and they tore off down the gravel road that led away from the Huntzberger home. Rory stuck her feet back out the window area of the car and let her toes catch the tropical breeze once more, but this time the feeling was like nothing she had felt before.