Max had sat on the space needle until the early hours of the morning. So many thoughts swam around in her head. Zack was alive and out in the world somewhere. The information itself made Max feel as though after all these years, she had made a connection with one of her Manticore siblings but that wasn't what made her uneasy. Logan Cale had offered her a quid pro quo: Information on her family in return for her doing the legwork on his "Eyes Only' cases.

The three months that had past between Logan being shot and her previous nights visit had flown by. Despite telling Logan the contrary, Max had visited Logan every night while he was in the hospital. She always kept to the shadows of the hospital room when the nurses came in to check on him. When she and Logan were alone and he was sleeping due to the amount of painkillers he was taking, she talked to him. The conversations were always the same. She would tell him that Lauren and Sophie were safe, thanks to her of course and that Sonrisa was dead.

Max was still confused at why she bothered. After all, she didn't need anymore trouble in her life. The fact that Lydecker was too close for comfort was more than enough trouble for her. The first thought that popped into her head was that she felt guilty about Logan being shot. She quickly pushed that thought aside. It wasn't her fault Logan had been injured trying to play hero.

She had watched Logan in his apartment when he had been released from hospital. He had been in so much pain, but refused to let anyone do too much for him. The Physio Therapist he had hired was always telling him that he was pushing himself too hard. Max didn't envy Bling his job. She knew from her brief experience with Logan, that he didn't take no for an answer very well. She had found out Bling's name from the doorman, but had vanished before he could ask her why she wanted to know.

The emotions that she had been feeling ever since she had tried to rob Logan, caused her the most confusion. Chair or no chair, the man was hot. Still, he seem to fill her head all of the time. When she saw that he was taking his 'Eyes Only' work back on board again, she had been furious. 'Eyes Only' was the whole reason he was in the chair in the first place. But then a sense of pride took over. She was proud of him for not giving up on the world, on the people who needed him, on himself. Of course that was usually followed by her getting mad with herself for caring in the first place.

"What's up Sugar?" Original Cindy's voice broke through Max's thoughts. "You look too deep in thought for this time of the morning." She stood with her hands on her hips. "Please tell me you didn't go and take that low life Darren back." her expression told Max exactly what her opinion of that was.

"God no." Max gave Original Cindy a disgusted look as she caught the parcel Normal threw at her and ignored his Bip, Bip, Bipping. "You remember Logan?"

"The guy at the bar a few months back?" Original Cindy vaguely recalled him. "You banging the gong with hot boy?"

"Yes, the guy from the bar. No, I'm not banging the gong with him." Max's expression turned serious. "I'm not even sure that's possible at the moment. He was shot. The bullet hit him in the spine so he's in a wheelchair."

Original Cindy looked at her in utter disbelief. "That was him on the tube a few weeks back?"

"Yeah." Max nodded.

"Damn." Original Cindy composed herself. "So is it his condition or the man himself that has you so deep in thought?"

"I'm not sure." Max shrugged her shoulders. "That is what's got me so deep in thought." She stuffed the parcel in her back pack and rode off before her friend could ask any more questions. She still wasn't sure if she was going to take Logan up on his offer yet. What she really needed was a ride on her motorcycle to be able to figure things out. The one thing that was clear, was that Logan had found more information on her siblings in the short space of time that she had known him, than Vogelsang had found since she had hired him a while back.

Logan stared out the window which had only just been repaired due to his stay in hospital. The sky looked dark and dreary as usual but he wasn't really paying attention to the weather. He knew he had struck a cord with Max by finding information on one of the others that escaped with her back in 09.

He had been trying to convince himself, ever since he first started investigating into Max's past, that he was doing it to help her out. The truth was, he couldn't stop thinking about her and wanted to somehow ensure that she would keep coming back.

Sure, Max was beautiful, but Logan had seen the tenderness that she tried to keep hidden behind a tough facade. He saw the hope in her face when he had handed her the folder with the information in it that he had so far collected on the other X5. What he didn't see when he looked at Max was pity and he never wanted to see that in her face when she looked at him.

"Logan! You up." Bling walked into the apartment and quickly spotted Logan. Without waiting for an answer since he could see that Logan was dressed, but also deep in thought, he released the brakes on Logan's wheelchair and pushed him over to the workout bench. "Must be a girl."

Logan looked up at Bling. "What?" He hadn't even heard Bling come in.

"Whatever's got you so deep in thought. It has to be a girl. Only women can turn your world upside down so much that you can't hear someone yelling your name inside your own apartment." Bling chuckled when he saw Logan blush. "So what's her name?"

"Max and it's not like that." Logan protested as Bling lifted him onto the workout bench. "I'm trying to convince her to work for me, that's all. She has some special skills that would be useful for 'Eyes Only'." He could see Bling wasn't convinced and who could blame him. Logan couldn't convince himself that was all he wanted.

Later that night, Logan was back staring out of the window again. Who was he kidding? Max wouldn't want a cripple like him, when she could have anyone she wanted. I mean look at her, she was gorgeous, she was smart, she was sexy as hell, she was strong, she had a great body. Logan shook his head to clear his mind of Max. "I've gotta be out of my head." He muttered to himself.

"You'll get no argument from me on that." Max sat perched on the back of the sofa. "I rang the doorbell but no one answered, so I let myself in.'

"Obviously." Logan was embarrassed that he had been caught by the person that occupied his every thought. "I didn't expect to see you back here again. So what can I do for you?"

"I've been considering your offer." Max was wondering if Logan was reconsidering his offer. He seemed embarrassed for some reason.

"You want to work for me in exchange for me helping you track the others down that escaped with you." Logan was starting to wonder if this was all a dream.

"If the offer's still open." Max shifted uncomfortably under Logan's stare. There was something in his stare that she couldn't quite identify.

"Yeah, the offer's still open." Logan watched Max ease herself off of the sofa and walk over to his desk, quickly writing something on a scrape of paper.

"That's my pager number." She handed him the scrape of paper. "Gotta blaze." She turned and disappeared out of the apartment before she could changer her mind.

Logan sat grinning from ear to ear. "Well, at least this is a start." He rolled his chair over to his computer and started tapping the keys on the keyboard. An hour later he realized that finding information on the Manticore escapees was not going to be easy, but he now felt as though he had something to aim for, a purpose to his life.

Max watched Logan working on his computer from the building next door. "I hope I'm doing the right thing." Her voice floated out into the dark as she headed for the space needle.