Logan stared at the very ordinary door in front of him. He tried to convince himself that it was perfectly normal to be nervous when standing outside the door of an old friend. Friend may not be the right term for their oddly complicated childhood relationship. After over a decade, what would you even call them? Strangers? Old nemesis? Nemesis wasn't the label he would have used, but as remembered the flash of anger in her big brown eyes when they bumped into each other at the station once the initial shock faded. Maybe, she'd call it enemies. His stomach tumbled; he'd rather they had drifted into strangers. Instead, he was certain that he was standing in front of the door of a girl who hated him. What could he do to change that?

With a sigh, he shifted his weight to his other foot, balanced the two large coffee cups in his left hand, and hesitated.

"Oh, screw it," Logan blew out a heavy sigh and knocked.

In a moment which took forever to pass, Logan could feel his heart pounding. After an eternity, during which he seriously considered leaving several times, the door ripped open.

"Tina, I told you I am… oh? What are you doing here?" Louise glared like no other human could. She glared as if she could turn blood into ice in your veins and kill you with a simple look. She perfected that look over the years, Logan felt chilled.

Logan flashed a smile and held up the coffee cups in front of Louise's eyes with no additional explanation. For a moment, Louise merely stood in her doorway grasping for words. Logan let out a hearty laugh for the second time this week, he'd made the Louise Belcher grasping for acidic words with which to destroy him.

"Oh, Bunny Ears. You've gotten dull without our continued sparring."

Louise growled, "Why the fuck are you here with coffee?"

"To help you on the case, of course," Logan responded simply.

Anger burned bright red behind her eyes. "I work alone and don't need any help with my case. Especially from the likes of you…why are you smiling?!"

"Well, it is not so much your case as it is Bosco's. And, Bosco brought me on his team as a civilian consultant, similar - you'll find - to your own official capacity. As the leader of this little team, Bosco has ordered that we work together because it is 'too much trouble to keep track of two civilians who cannot keep their noses out of police work.'" Logan finished his spot-on Bosco impression and looked back at the angry woman in the doorway. Her choppy hair fell into her face, messy from sleep. Her eyes were dark with circles, evidence that she wasn't rested despite the hair. Logan felt an odd urge to sweep the hair out of her face, but thankfully the coffees prevented him from acting on the impulse.

"Bosco ordered you to show up on my doorstep with coffee to help me on my case?"

"He said you'd do all your work at this address," he held up a scrap of yellow paper with her address scrawled in Bosco's illegible hand. "I don't function without coffee and thought you'd want some too."

It was not strictly true. Logan occasionally sipped coffee after a particularly difficult meeting as a sort of refocusing ritual before he continued with his day. He made his best coffee before leaving his house because he'd notice she always carried some coffee. She had a coffee thermos on her person like other women had bags, unconsciously a part of her presence. But, he thought it was better not to mention that observation to her at this point.

"FINE!" Louise spat out, exasperated. Snatching the coffee from his hand, she turned into her loft, leaving him standing after her.

"Well, that went well," Logan murmured before crossing the threshold after her.