A/N: Takes place following Guy Talk chapter 1, After Sonata. Kudos to David Blue who made a small recurring role memorable.

Logan, pumped up by the events of the Monaghan caper, was nevertheless glad to get back to his basement. He figured Emma Monaghan would be executed and was relieved he wouldn't have to watch. The Cleaners had the authority to dispense vampire justice and no doubt Kostan and St. John would be the required witnesses.

It had been quite an evening. The Cleaner and her assistants would provide him with fantasies for jerking off into the next decade. The actual prisoner break had been fun. Maybe he should get out more. Logan looked around the basement with his computers and games and comfy chairs and refrigerator in the corner for liquid snacks. Nah, no need to go out, he had everything he needed right here.

A few hours later his doorbell rang. Logan didn't get many visitors and they usually called first. Well, this is what the video monitor was for. He was surprised to see Kali, one of the Cleaner's assistants. He buzzed her in. She came down the stairs slowly, looking around, taking everything in. Logan concentrated on hiding his delight at having a Cleaner – a real freaking Cleaner! – in his basement, up close and personal. Cleaners were legendary to most vamps. You called them when you needed them but they didn't just show up at your home uninvited. They were usually good-looking young women and this one was certainly beautiful although she looked a little stern. Like a young nun in parochial school when he was a boy. What was she doing here?

"I'd like to ask you a few questions about last evening," she said.

Mystery solved, Logan thought. Some kind of official inquiry. Maybe they needed to get statements from everyone involved. "A debriefing, huh?" he asked. "Have you talked to St. John and Kostan?"

"I won't be questioning them."

Probably thinks she drew the short straw having to talk to me. Maybe the other assistant got Guillermo and the head Cleaner took St. John and Kostan. That would make sense. "Was Emma Monaghan executed?" Logan asked.

Kali nodded. "Jackson showed up and insisted on staying with her. They burned together."

"Jesus," Logan said, shocked.

"It was rather romantic," Kali said wistfully.

"Uh, sure," Logan replied, grasping for words to explain an insane gesture that Kali clearly felt was admirable. "Couldn't live without her. Didn't want to try."

"Exactly." Kali was looking at him as if he had said something insightful instead of stupid.

She took him briefly over his part of the evening. She didn't take notes or record it. Must have a good memory.

Kali wandered around then, not meeting his eyes. "It was a terrible thing but ... exciting, too." Her tongue just touched her lips. "Do you ever get excited about death or violence? Afterward, I mean. All that energy and no outlet."

"I guess." Logan wasn't around death and violence much but agreeing with Kali seemed like a good idea.

Kali stopped in front of Logan, looking straight at him now. "Do you want to have sex?"

Logan stopped his jaw from dropping. A question that direct deserved an honest answer: "Yes."

"Bedroom?"

Logan led the way to an alcove with a bed. It was mainly for show although Logan flopped on it occasionally for a nap if he didn't feel like getting in his freezer. Oh god, are the sheets clean, he wondered. He didn't need to worry as Kali had no intention of getting in the bed. She pushed him backward onto the rumpled quilt and followed him down. She was voracious, kissing him, opening his jeans, pulling up his shirt. He hoped she wasn't turned off by his body but she didn't seem to notice that he could stand to drop a pint or two.

Kali was still in her tight black outfit and Logan wasn't sure how to get it off. Again, no need to worry as she stripped quickly and just as efficiently pulled down his jeans and underwear. She straddled him, guiding him in. Logan's last thought before they both popped was that this would fuel his fantasies for more than a decade, maybe the rest of the century.

Kali collapsed against his chest. "Hold me," she said and it was almost a request instead of a demand. Logan was happy to comply.

"You're like a teddy bear," she said softly.

"You're like a naked Cleaner," he replied before realizing how dumb it was.

She laughed. "I am a naked Cleaner. You're funny."

A little later she got up and dressed. "This shouldn't have happened," she told him. "I hope you won't mention it."

"No problem," Logan assured her as she left. He wasn't sure if she regretted sleeping with him or simply felt that she had been unprofessional while on duty. Logan didn't really care since he had just got laid. By a naked Cleaner. Without leaving his basement.


A/N: It's been a long time since I saw After Sonata and I no longer have a copy. My memory is that the execution was attended by the Cleaners, Mick and Josef. Logan and Guillermo weren't there. Please let me know if that isn't correct and I'll revise this story.