This is the story I've been trying to start. carlosgarcia (my Boo, not the real guy although...) helped me with flushing out the start of the story.

Happy Unbirthday

A darkly camouflaged officer quickly juts through the pitch black hallway, a pistol-flashlight in one hand and a taser in the other. He couches behind a fern, scouting the area for the Mitchell. Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell are two of the most deadly child sadists in world, known for their acts of cruel torture to kids. They escaped many leads and avoided the police forces for the last twenty years but luckily an anonymous tipper heard cries and screams from the house he is currently investigating. The leader waves his two fingers, signaling the troops to close in. He continues down the hallway and down the narrow stairwell. The small light beaming from the pistol reveals horrid images of a single boy crying, tied up and whipped. The officer tries to avert his eyes but with each passing framed image, he sees the life of a progressively growing boy who lived a life no boy should ever suffer. What a sick couple of parents?

At the end of the steps, the five men pile at the wooden locked door. Trickling with the locked knob at first, the officer does a few hand signs of the plan and to turn off the flashlights, receiving sync nods from the other. He counts down with his fingers from three.

Two.

One. BAM!

"Freeze! Minnesota PD! Put your hands up!" He yells. Five red lasers target the spacious room. The small rays of light from the entrance unveil snapshots of unspeakable things in the room. "Someone, find the light switch!" The other lower ranks scramble the room, feeling the walls for a switch. Click.

"Sick fuck!" He yells, eyes widen at the furnishings. The grey brick wall enclosed a table of leather bounds and chains, a pole with blood smeared handcuffs and other unmentionables.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Kevin?" He lifts the glass cover of his helmet to see the speaker.

"Mr. Garcia. We found two bodies, a man and a woman, hidden by the boiler. We have identified them as the Mitchells'."

"Condition?" He walks to the three cops crowding over the bodies. He shutters, the sight of dead bodies still sends chills down his spine even after twenty years in the force.

"Stab wounds to the heart." One of them points to the fireplace poker in the man's chest and a knife in the woman's.

"Search for a reason or trail of the murderer." Mr. Garcia commands, walking around the room as the other four quickly assemble their forensic gear. Knock. Knock. His ears perk at the faint tapping sound. It disappears but the experienced man trusts his gut feeling. "Kevin." He whispers, seeing the police stand up. He does another sequence of finger symbols, pointing to the wooden closet. The two silently pulls out their guns, flashlights off. Slowly, they creep to the closed door. Signaling a countdown, Mr. Garcia rests his ready fingers on the sliding door.

"MPD! Hands in-" He stops his lectured line, looking at the sickly, naked boy sitting with his knees to his chest in the dark cabinet. He stares into his brown eyes, wondering where he seen the boy before and then it hit him, this is the boy from all the pictures.

"Don't..." The boy hoarsely sounds before collapsing onto the police's leg. Mr. Garcia picks the fainted boy in his arms, handing his gun to his partner.

"Sir?" The cop whispers with concern to Mr. Garcia.

"Get back to work. I want to leave this place as soon as possible."

…

Back in the station, Mr. Garcia paces the long hallway, eying the naked boy through the one-way mirror. He studies the boy frightened boy has brown eyes matching his short brunette hair. His scrawny body heaves long breath, each exhale showcasing the unhealthy sharp rib bones. Luckily, he doesn't have any deep, fresh scars although in his conditions, can anything be called lucky?

"Mr. Garcia." A slightly nervous, twenty something year old lady calls, holding a clipboard to her chest. "I have the bag you wanted."

"Miss. Collin." He takes the bag, turning his head to face her. "What do you see?"

"Um…" She raises her eyebrows as if this is a trick question on a test. Just as hard and studious as Mr. Garcia, she focuses on the details of the brunette in the other room. "I see a naked man with a lot of turmoil and pain, both mental and physical."

"A man?"

"Well yes, I mean he seems like he is over sixteen." She stutters her unsure voice.

"Look again. Stare at his eyes and his hunched shoulders." She shakes her head, still confused. "That is a baby in there, afraid of the world."

"What are you going to do to him then? We have no protocols on interacting with a boy with a mentality of a baby." She asks, having only a year worth of experience interning. The tall man turns and walks briskly across her. She follows until he opens the door and walks in. She jerks back, quickly jumping to the window to observe.

"I am Mr. Garcia." He sits down, sliding the brown bag across the metallic table to the boy. The brunette finches, a mousy shriek slips from his lips as he covers his scared eyes. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you." He babies, cooing as if the boy his is own son. "Open it. Go on. Open it." He continues, inching the boy to trust him. Slowly, the boy reaches for the bag, eyes glowing with childlike happiness. He pours the content of the bag onto the cold metal table, watching the gummies bounce and the chocolates roll. The mousy shriek changes to sounds of excitement that bring a smile to the officer's face. "Logan?" He calls, reading the case files on the table. The boy looks up with his filled cheeks, a gummy worm dangling from his closed lips. The smile on the cop's face grows larger as he continues studying the boy.

"You must be cold." He points to the clothes on the floor. Logan crooks his neck. "You don't like clothes. They are good." Logan continues his stare. "Clothes keep you warm." Logan tilts his head to the other side. "Can you talk? Please say something?"

Logan smiles almost about to open his mouth until a loud slam echoes the small room. He jumps and runs to the corner, facing the vertical dent.

"Mr. Garcia! What the hell are you doing?"

"Mr. Griffin!" The Latino officer jumps to his feet, straightening his back at his boss. "Please lower your voice. Logan is shy."

"And is not a CRIMINAL!"

"Ah sir-"

"GET OUT, AMANDA!" He yells at the intern who quickly jumps back out. "Nerve of some intern to talk to me like that. People like her need to learn her place. Garcia!" He calls the distracted officer.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He turns his eyes back to his boss after seeing Logan jump at every raised voice coming from Mr. Griffin. "Sir, if I may?"

"No, you may not." The strict, strong headed boss says. "I do not want you wasting my budget on your kind-hearted quest to save everyone. Babies and kids, sure save them. That is good for publicity but an eighteen year old? THROW HIM TO THE CURVE!"

"SIR!" He yells back. "How dare you talk of him like that? He is the Mitchells' son."

"All the more reasons to throw him out. If news come that we, the police, are wasting tax payer's money on a sadists' child, we will lose our credibility and the budget."

"Who cares about the money if we don't save every tortured soul? Aye!"

"Don't use Spanish expressions with me. I will fire you!" The two of them quarrel, back and forth with raising volumes, unknowingly causing Logan to weep.

"Dad?" A short Latino boy enters the room, regretting that he did when he notice his father's face. "Sorry, is this a bad time?"

Suddenly Logan's ears perk at the soft voice and he turns his head at the young speaker. Unexpectedly, at quick speeds, he runs to the son, jumping him to the floor.

"Carlos!" Dad reaches his arm but is too late. "Wait! Shhhh. Don't shout. Logan is very fragile."

Carlos trembles, having the brunette's body resting on top of him. "Wh-what is he doing and wh-hy is he naked?" Carlos cries softly as Logan purrs lightly, beaming his hazel eye as the scared Latino. But once Carlos sees Logan's swirling big brown eyes, his body stops shaking and he lays openly for Logan.

"Frrr." Logan sounds, curling into a ball on top of Carlos' chest.

"What did he say?" Mr. Griffin yells.

"He can speak?" The dad exclaims. "What did he say? Carlos, did you hear? What did Logan say?" The dad excitedly asks.

"Logie?" Carlos says, trying to be friendly, patting his brown spikes. Logan looks up, smiling at the name and Carlos' touch. "What is frrr?"

"Friend." Logan speaks, loud enough for the room to hear. The boy rolls gently and nuzzles his dimple on Carlos' pec, enjoying his time on Carlos' chest.

"Dad?" Carlos whispers. "How am I his friend? I never met him."

"Um… I think because you're a young boy and he is a boy, Logan connects with you."

"Actually, Mr. Garcia." Amanda pops back in the room. "It's because of Carlos' sweet, angelic voice." He blushes, covering his face. Amanda blushes at her frank comment. "Sorry Carlos but Logan responded to soft voices. In the beginning your dad had a soft voice and Logan was comfortable until …" She mumbles the rest of her sentence, fearful that Mr. Griffin will fire her.

"What did you say?" The boss demands. "SAY IT!"

"You and Mr. Garcia's loud fight scared him and he ran to the only thing that he thinks can save him, Carlos." She covers her face just like Logan did, afraid of her crazy boss.

"That's it! I had it with your psychology degree, annoyance and he's got to go!" The boss yells, grabbing Logan's arm.

"No!" The boy cries, snatching back his arm. He wraps himself around Carlos; his arms encasing around his body and his legs tightly fastening around Carlos' thighs.

"Dad" Carlos cries as loudly as he can, which is practically as softly as possible because of what Amanda said about Logan and soft voices. "Logan's thingie is rubbing on my thingie."

With her eyes opening as wide as humanly possible at the sight of the two boys, Amanda covers her scarlet red cheeks and runny nose. "OH-OH GOD SEXY NO! I CAN'T WATCH THIS!" She yells, dashing from the door.

"Get him out of here!" Mr. Griffin commands Mr. Garcia. "I don't care what you do with him but he annoyed me enough for one night. Get him out and if I see you waste a single dollar of my budget on him, I will cut you from the budget, PERMANENTLY!" The stubborn boss yells, stomping out the tense room.

The father and son share a content sigh when the boss left. "Dad? What do I do?"

The dad shrugs his shoulders, kneeling down to Logan. "Logan. You have to get off Carlos." The dad gently pries.

"No! NO! Carlos! Friend!" Logan thrashes, tightening his hold on Carlos.

Carlos groans, thinking of how his night turned from visiting his dad at work to having a naked boy wrapped around him. 'Dad, he is doing it again."

"No Logan. Bad Logan. No rubbing… I can't do it." The dad throws his hands in the air in defeat. "This is so wrong because he is eighteen and you're eighteen but never mind. I have to find him a place to stay for free."

"Where?" Carlos says, patting his head again. Logan's scowl turns into a smile at the touch, purring lightly as if he is preparing to sleep. "He is so cute if you forget he is my age."

The dad watches Carlos giggling, patting Logan affectionately, as a light blub blinks on his head. "He can live with you."

"What!" Carlos yells unexpectedly loud. Logan covers his ear from the harsh word, beginning to cry. "No, no Logie. I'm sorry. See. I'm nice. I'm friend." Carlos pets his hand down Logan's bony back, realizing how lithe and skinny Logan is. Poor thing. "But dad. I can barely keep a goldfish alive, much less a … Logan."

"Son. Remember I love you and I rented that expensive house so you can have your 'independent' for college?" The dad sweetly asks, guilting his son.

"Yes." The son whines. "But-"

"And everyone has to do their part in helping the community? Please Car?"

"But Dad, I can't take-"

"Please Car." The father begs on his knees. Carlos sighs, knowing that his father only begged on his knees once; the only time was when he asked his mother to marry him.

"Ok papi. I'll take care of Logan." Carlos submits, agreeing to the dad. The dad jumps up. "Now, I have to figure out how to get him home without people see me carry a naked boy."

…

Luckily, the streets are empty at ten at night, allowing him to avoid an embarrassing moment of him dashing down the block with a boy in his arms. Not only would people think Goodie-Two-Shoe Carlos is not so good anymore, sneaking around in the night with a naked boy but they would think he is also a raging frat boy too. How weird would it be for him to meet his neighbor after that? But luckily, awkwardness averted and that is how Carlos wants it.

"Ok Logan." Carlos gently puts Logan's feet down in his home. He releases his arms but Logan instantly wraps his noodle-like arms around Carlos. "No, no Logan. No more hug." Logan continues his affectionate ways, opposing to Carlos' pleads. "Please Logan. I have to cook dinner."

"Dinner." Logan perks up, tilting his head again like a lost puppy. "Food?" He asks; his stomach growls and squeezes.

"Yep. I haven't eaten all day and I am starving. You like dinosaur nuggets?"

"Nuggets?" Logan repeats innocently. "Dino?"

"Don't worry. They are so good. I'll make…" Carlos stops his speech; a light blub blinks in his head now, wearing the same look his father made. "But you have to wear clothes first. Deal?"

"Deal?" Logan uses the same "I-don't-know" voice.

"I'll take that as a yes." Carlos holds Logan's hand, pulling him to his closet. "I think we are almost the same size." He throws a shirt, pant and underwear at Logan. "I know they are my boxer but-"

"No!" Logan pouts, throwing the three articles at Carlos' unamused face. "No clothes!" Logan jumps, throwing a tantrum.

Carlos slaps his forehead, the raging headache starting to form. This is not what he signed up for. "Logan. If you wear them, I will make you food. I promise to make you a lot of food."

"Promise?" Logan says, surprising Carlos. He thought the boy had limited understanding of English but maybe Logan is just shy.

"I promise."

After teaching Logan how to put on clothes, which is another hardship of its own, Carlos finishes baking the platter full of nuggets in the toaster. "I hope you are hungry." He says, placing the plate on the table in front of the clothed boy and turned to the kitchen counter for the sauce. "Because I made-" He drops the bottle of mustard onto the floor, watching Logan gobble everything in sight. Pieces of chicken fly to the edge of the table as Logan dives into the bread crumb crusted dinner. Carlos is about to yell, scold Logan but after Logan speaks, his angry suppresses.

"Thank you Carlos. This is best. Carlos' nice." Carlos chuckles, shaking his head. He doesn't quite understand it, but somehow Logan's babyish accent or his baby-like innocence stops his rage. If this was anyone else, Carlos would have exploded but Logan is different and Carlos doesn't understand it.

"No problem Logan." Carlos crawls into the chair, looking for an untouched whole piece of dinosaur for his own dinner. Logan smiles and walks around the table, taking his seat on Carlos' lap. He wraps his arms around Carlos, nuzzling his nose into his neck. "Logan, what are you doing?" Carlos squeals, never having someone climb on him during dinner.

"Hugging Carlos. Carlos is nice to me. Hug is nice. I never get hug." Logan says, causing Carlos to lower his nugget holding hand. He recalls talking to his dad on the way out that Logan is the son of two horrible parents whom beat Logan up constantly. That is why Logan is who he is, a child.

"Logan is nice too." Carlos puts down the food, wipes his finger on a napkin and wraps his arms around Logan, rocking him slowly. "I'll give you as many hugs as you want."

"Thanks Carlos."

…

"Ok, time for bed." Carlos tells Logan after giving Logan a bath; the brunette dashes before Carlos can dress him. Carlos sighs, not having enough energy to chase him after skipping dinner. He cleans the rest of the bath tub of the suds before walking to the bedroom. "Logan. Time for bed. Logan?" Carlos calls, furrowing his brows. He walks around the room, hoping the boy is not playing a game. "Logan, where are you?" Knock. Knock.

Carlos turns and faces his closet, thinking 'no, he can't be.' Another thing he remembers is his dad saying he found Logan in a closet and that is probably where Logan slept and lived. "Logan, are you there?"

"Yes." Carlos sighs again, realizing he sighs a lot in the past evening. "I am sleeping." Logan responds to Carlos opening the door.

"Not in here." Carlos swiftly picks Logan up, one arm under his head, the other under his bottom. "You are sleeping here." Carlos gently rests Logan on his bed. "And at least wear this." Carlos begs, handing him a pair of boxer. He knows that his boxer is big on Logan but wearing something is better than nothing.

"No!" Logan yells, throwing the article back at Carlos. Carlos hands him it again with a stern face. Logan mimics and throws the underwear across the room. "No!"

"Fine!" Carlos gives up, peeling off his shirt; he normally sleeps shirtless. "But you have to sleep facing that wall. I don't want your naked body touching mine." Carlos pulls the cover over Logan before slipping in himself. Logan, against what he was told, snuggles closer. "Logan! No!" The Latino pushes the brunette to the edge of the bed. Full of shock, Logan's eyes wells up as his lips quivers. Short breaths and sounds shriek out of Logan's mouth. Carlos rolls his eyes. "Fine, you can come but no funny business." Carlos says, making Logan bounce back to his happy self.

Logan squeals sharply, waiting for Carlos to lay down. After Carlos climbs back into bed, Logan wraps his long arms around him, nesting his head on Carlos' back. "Good night, Carlos."

Carlos' lips curl even though he tries to resist it but the same something, the same somehow gets him. Why is he so easily manipulative by Logan? Ending the night with another tried sigh, Carlos turns around, facing the boy. He wraps his arm around Logan, pulling the boy toward him, their bare chests pressed against each others'. "Good night Logan."

I hope you like the first chapter. I have the whole story planned, so it should be fun to write =]. The story will build. Drama will come. And Logan will learn to trust more people beside Carlos. But one thing is unclear; will Logan wear clothes? ;]

Please review. =]