Just as Logan suspected, the Doc didn't freak out when given instructions, he merely nodded slightly and slipped out of the booth, heading for the men's room in the back past the bar. The detective felt the press of his department issued Glock 9mm along his ribs as it lay in his holster, thankfully covered by his leather jacket. The fact he wasn't wearing a vest bothered him, but it couldn't be helped now. It wasn't like he could ask the perp<em>"Say, you mind if I get my Kevlar out of the trunk of my car before you rob the place?"<br/></em><br/>The ADA was obviously curious about the Doc's disappearance, and he said so to Logan. The blond turned and nodded, still watching Trench Coat out of the corner of his eye. Lawyer-boy wasn't exactly fooled, and Logan had to give the man credit; apparently he could put two and two together and come up with four. Logan sipped his tea and murmured "2-11", the police code for armed robbery, before popping the final morsel of his burger into his mouth, chewing nonchalantly. He ran a napkin over his lips as Simons blinked and started to look around the joint. Logan clamped a hand on the man's thigh and squeezed hard, not enough to bruise but enough to make him stop drawing attention to himself.<br/><br/>Simons stilled and then focused on Logan, babbling about calling the cops.<em>Huh, really? You think, Einstein? </em>Logan thought before shooting him a fierce "STFU" look.<em>Christ, I'm trying to handle this without getting shot and you aren't exactly helping.</em>Logan's blue eyes went stone cold, icy orbs set in his handsome face, and while his mind was whirling on how to take down the perp without getting himself or anyone else shot, he was also aware of the expanse of hard muscle along Simons' thigh that rested beneath his palm. Apparently, the ADA did something other than push paper around all day, and the detective briefly wondered what that bare thigh would look like, coated with sweat and a swath of dark hair...just like other parts of the man's body he wouldn't mind gazing upon.<br/><br/>His hand relaxed as Simons leaned in close, and for a moment Logan thought the guy was about to kiss him, a thought that made his cock give a lazy twitch inside his jeans. But to his surprise, the ADA practically asked him out on a date.<em>Uhh....okay. That's one way of letting a guy know they play for the same team.</em>Logan took the bait and ran with it. "You gotta deal." His eyes immediately melted and they dropped for a moment to Simons' lap before meeting the other man's gaze with a sultry quirk to his lips. "I'll uh...do my best not to get you dirty." The quirk turned into a full grin as his thumb rubbed a lazy circle on the man's thigh. "Unless, of course....you want me to?" His baritone dropped an octave as the electricity between them snapped, crackled and popped.<br/><br/>He could have played this game all day long, but first things first. He sat up a bit in the booth and looked at his empty iced tea glass. "Believe I'm ready for a beer." He winked at Simons, then slid out of the booth and made his way to the bar. He leaned onto the stained wood next to Trench Coat, ignoring him for the time being and signaling for Walter, the long-time barkeep. "Hey Walter, gimme a Bud." Walter nodded Logan's way and proceeded to the row of taps, filling a mug. Logan turned to Trench Coat and grinned. "How's it going?" He remarked with utter friendliness, eyes making out a slight bulge underneath the coat.<br/><br/>As if in slow motion, Trench Coat caught the look and narrowed his eyes, his hand pulling out from inside the coat wrapped around steel. Logan reached out a gripped the lapels of the coat, yanking the man off the stool and delivering a swift kick to the man's crotch at the same time, and the would-be robber dropped like a stone to the floor, the gun clattering aside as he howled in pain and curled into the fetal position. Time sped up again as Logan pulled his weapon and pointed it at the man's head. "Seattle PD, shithead. You're under arrest." The entire encounter lasted less than five seconds, and the bar was as silent as a church as everyone stared at the two of them...and sirens could be heard wailing in the distance.