AN: Obviously this was started before season three and with the idea that logan had been arrested over the summer. I'm not sure if I'll send him to Hearst this year or next.

"Logan?" Bri asked, looking over at me, her hair was pulled back and she looked a mixture of bored and annoyed.

"What?"

"Isn't there anyway that we could go up front."

Now, it has been two weeks since my confession to her, with a meeting with Ray right after which required another confidentiality agreement and me spilling my guts to Ray. Ray was like Bri, she had heard worse and was more worried for my well being then the fact that I couldn't work up front. Bri, had accommodated me we'd been working on a massive filing project that had taken up the two weeks and was now sitting in front of us, completed.

And there wasn't anything else to do, one of the PCM's was checking for us. Bri sighed looking over at me again, her eyebrow raised. "The kids aren't that bad, and if you hide behind the desk all you have to do is get socks and underwear for them. Hell I'll even talk to them!" She begged. "I'm going loco back here!"

"Um. Ray said I didn't have to."

"LOGAN!" She groaned pulling the unseasonablely long sleeved shirt down farther with her hands, bunched up in the sleeves. "Please, for me?"

"Isn't there more filing to do?"

"Only confidential stuff, which you know I can't let you see."

"Aww Poo, I was really hoping to--"

"Logan, Bri?" A short highly effeminate Puerto Rican boy peered around the corner.

"What Vince?" Bri said turning her head and pouting slightly.

"There's an incident. One of the pimps is coming up. We need as many people as possible up there."

I sat back, stunned really. "What?"

Bri hopped up. "Logan, you look menicing. Right? You can look scary."

"What?"

"Logan! Come on!" She said, a girl was crying, being brought in back as Chris, a normally jovial black case manager was barreling down the hallway.

"What is going on?"

"Sometimes pimps or irate parents don't want their girls coming here. Don't like the fact that they can't control them. This girl left her pimp, he just called her said he was coming up."

"Security won't stop him?" I asked, they'd nearly not let me pass by before, not believing my story.

"We've dealt with this guy before. He likes me, and hates everyone else."

"Doesn't that creep you out?"

"Thats why you and Chris get to look menacing while I deal with him." Bri explained, running a nervous hand over her tied back hair. "And if he so much as touches me you two need to pull me back and make absolutely sure that he can't do anymore."

We walked out in front, most of the staff was out there, only a few of the other female employees standing back with the suddenly tough kids who I'd seen on my quick dash in as being relaxed.

A man stormed in "Where is she?"

"You know you can't be in here" Bri said, standing before the door to the back, her shoulder touching me on one side and Chris on the other. "You're over 25, Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave"

"Where the fuck is she!" He pushed Bri, she fell back slightly, I grabbed her, holding her tightly away from this man who was screaming. I recognized the look in his eyes, he was mad, insanely mad.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE"

"Sir, can you please come outside so we can talk." Chris said.

"Get the fuck out of here" I heard someone saying, holding Bri like I'd held Veronica on the roof, keeping her back, keeping her from doing something, anything.

"What?"

"You know we can call the police on you."

"Those mother fuckers are afraid of me. Why ain't you."

"Logan calm down!" I heard Chris say.

"Look just go talk with Chris."

"Who the fuck are you?"

All of a sudden I looked back and Bri was pulling on my arm, Chris' hand was on my shoulder. "Logan!" She snapped.

Rage had poured through me. I'd seen that girl, the bruise blooming over her face. She had to leave the house with it. Her jawbone wouldn't be taken care of by the very best in the field. That man did it to her.

"Logan!" Bri said, snapping loudly again.

"What?"

"Chris get that man out of here!" Ray said, "Jim, get out there with him. Bri. Get Logan back in the back."

"You fucking people!"

"I am calling the police" Bri stated calmly, I realized her hand was in my pants, gripping the back, to stop me should I be struck with the urge to again try and throw myself at the man.

"BRI!" Ray yelled. "Get Logan out of here."

Bri nodded "Come on Logan"

"No!" I said, though I had ment to scream it came out as a slight puff of air out of my lips.

"Lets go help her" She said, taking my hand and leading me like a child to the back.

Author's notes: Okay, please review and tell me what is going on with this, like is it good, bad, makes you cry a little at night?